The genjutsu of the Kurama clan is said to rival that of the Uchiha, showcasing its uniqueness and potency.
Fenghuo walked amidst an illusion of galloping horses and drifting clouds, though the shifting scenery unsettled him.
I see pools of blood, withered trees, and a crimson moon—my vision is being manipulated. I can't feel anything—my sense of touch is compromised. The scent of blood—my sense of smell too... All of it's fake!
But I can still hear Kurama Congyun's voice. That means my hearing is intact...
Of the five senses, sight, smell, and touch had been hijacked. If someone attacked Fenghuo now, the odds of a fatal blow were dangerously high.
Calming his breath, Fenghuo closed his eyes and focused entirely on sound, sharpening his ears to the slightest movement.
Huff…
Haa…
A faint breath echoed from his left. Instinctively, Fenghuo turned his head—but the sound vanished immediately.
Kurama Congyun, his long face darkening like an ink stain, cursed under his breath. Tch. This brat almost found me. Have I grown rusty since the war ended?
He'd always harbored a complicated attitude toward the Uchiha clan—part disdain, part resignation. In his view, the genjutsu techniques of both clans were on par. However, paired with the Kurama clan's elusive Kekkei Genkai, they might even surpass the Uchiha… if only that bloodline limit weren't so rare nowadays.
Meanwhile, the Uchiha clan's Sharingan bloomed generation after generation, thriving like wild grass in spring. One clan flourished; the other withered. The Kurama had gone from renowned to obscure.
Kurama Congyun eyed Fenghuo again, a flicker of killing intent passing through his gaze—then scoffed and released the genjutsu.
"Well, brat," he sneered. "That was the Kurama clan's Five-Senses Manipulation Illusion. Impressed? Want to learn it? Haha—too bad! I won't teach you!"
"..."
Uncle Horseface, you're way too smug.
Fenghuo rubbed his face. The sudden return of sight, smell, and touch left him dizzy and uncomfortable. When he finally steadied himself, Kurama Congyun was already disappearing down the corridor. Fenghuo quickly gave chase.
Out in the backyard, Kurama Congyun stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the sky at a 45-degree angle—clearly preparing to show off.
"Our Kurama clan was once unmatched in the arts of illusion," he declared, launching into a long-winded monologue about the clan's glories. Eventually, he grudgingly imparted the basics of Fire-Sealing Genjutsu.
"In essence," he continued, "genjutsu is a form of psychological attack. With strong enough willpower, you can resist ordinary illusions. But genjutsu comes in ranks. Our Kurama clan's techniques manipulate all five senses. Even elite shinobi with iron wills would—"
Fenghuo sighed internally. He figured it out. Kurama Congyun is a full-blown narcissist. Every time he opens his mouth, it's just another chance to brag. My poor ears… they won't survive this.
By sunset, Congyun finally waved him off. "That's enough for today. I'm not feeding you, so get lost."
Fenghuo practically sprinted out of the house.
But not far down the street, he was blocked.
The newcomer had golden blond hair, sky-blue eyes, and a gentle smile. It was none other than Namikaze Minato.
"Fenghuo! Got time tonight? I want to talk about naming the Rasengan. I've been thinking—'Rasengan' sounds too plain. What about adding a cool prefix like… Super Invincible Whirlwind Thunderbolt Mighty Jade—?"
Fenghuo's eye twitched. "Super Invincible Whirlwind Thunderbolt Mighty Jade Rasengan?"
"You think it sounds awesome too?!" Minato's eyes sparkled with excitement.
I think it sounds like you hit your head too hard.
Before Fenghuo could reply, a sharp voice rang out.
"Minato, you better shut up."
Under the moonlight, a red-haired girl appeared. Fair-skinned and sharp-eyed, it was Uzumaki Kushina.
"Blood Red Pepper," Fenghuo blurted, then instantly regretted it.
Minato froze like a deer in headlights. Behind him, Kushina's hair writhed like a nest of red serpents. She stomped forward, fists clenched, glaring at Fenghuo.
"You little brat. What. Did. You. Just. Say?"
"I didn't say anything!" Fenghuo backpedaled, trying to act innocent—but it was no use.
Kushina caught him in a headlock, mercilessly ruffling his neatly combed hair into a wild mess.
Minato just stood by, offering occasional advice like a sideline commentator. This guy…
Fenghuo lamented, This would be front-page news in my past life: SHOCKING! A Seven-Year-Old Boy Brutally Assaulted by Deranged Couple—Hair Turned Into Bird's Nest!
Eventually, Minato made peace by inviting them to dinner and formally introducing everyone.
Kushina still fumed, glaring at Fenghuo like she'd clobber him if he was just a few years older.
With Might Dai busy on a snow-clearing mission, there was no one to stop them from dragging Fenghuo away.
"Fenghuo!" Minato beamed. "I've reached the third stage of Rasengan development!"
The moment he said that, the chakra sphere in his hand popped like a water balloon—splattering Kushina.
Her reaction? Predictable.
Fenghuo panicked. "Don't hit his face!"
Boom! Minato took a punch right to the cheek.
"His hair is so beautiful! Don't mess it up!"
"Aaah!" Minato's blond hair curled into a disaster.
"It's cold, don't drench him!"
"Water Style: Wild Water Wave!"
"Don't let the wind blow after a shower!"
"Wind Style: Great Breakthrough!"
Minato sobbed. Fenghuo sighed, There are fewer and fewer kind-hearted shinobi like me these days. What a shame.
Eventually, Kushina calmed down and glared at Fenghuo one last time. "You're an annoying little brat!"
"But Sis Kushina, you get fiercer the more I try to calm you down!" Fenghuo whined pitifully.
I was trying to help! Why am I the one getting hit?
Pow! He got hit again.
After Kushina stormed off, Minato straightened his clothes and gave a sheepish grin.
"Don't mind her. Kushina's actually a very kind person."
"I'm never getting a girlfriend like that," Fenghuo muttered.
Minato scratched his cheek awkwardly.
Afterward, the two finally got back on track and discussed the Rasengan. Or rather, Minato explained and Fenghuo listened intently—since Minato had already advanced far in mastering the technique.
"Well, I'll head back now. See you soon, Fenghuo."
"Yeah. Take care!" Fenghuo waved.
He was truly grateful—Minato had come all this way just to help him understand Rasengan. What a good man.
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