Naruto, my father's name is Uchiha Madara.

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Li hesitated for a moment: "Energy consumption will increase, and the error may also increase slightly... but it is theoretically feasible."

Naruto smiled at Hikaru, his hand still outstretched firmly: "The Uchiha of this era only know how to use you as a weapon, to hunt you down. There is no place for you here! But my era is different!"

His tone was full of confidence and sincerity: "Konoha Village was established long ago! The Uchiha clan also lived in harmony with other people."

"And my friend, Uchiha Sasuke, his father, Fugaku, is the de facto leader of the Uchiha clan. Everyone will definitely accept you."

"There, you won't be treated as a weapon; you can live as a real person, with dignity!"

"Make friends, eat ramen, laugh when you want to laugh, cry when you want to cry! How about it? Come with us!"

Hikaru's eyes widened slightly as he looked into Naruto's sincere blue eyes.

As she listened to his description of a peaceful, inclusive, and hopeful future, her heart began to pound uncontrollably.

You decide for yourself, you create for yourself! This is your destiny!

Boruto's words from back then resonated deeply within her once again.

This time, she didn't hesitate at all.

She took a deep breath, as if exhaling all the gloom and shackles of the past.

Then, slowly and firmly, she placed her slightly cool hand into Naruto's warm palm.

She nodded vigorously, her eyes shining with an unprecedented light of hope: "I'll go with you!"

Naruto grinned, gripped her hand tightly, and shouted to Rei, "Rei! Are you ready? Target—Konoha Village! Time—around the time I arrived! Let's go!"

The light emanating from Li's body began to intensify, and the complex patterns on his back lit up one by one as if an electrical circuit had been connected, emitting a low buzzing sound.

"Time travel program initiated! Coordinate calibration in progress... Warning, system instability... Countdown in progress..."

A powerful, space-distorting force began to rapidly coalesce around Li, enveloping Naruto and the light within it.

The blinding white light once again engulfed Naruto's vision, and that familiar feeling of weightlessness and dizziness, as if his soul had been ripped away, returned.

In the moments before he completely lost consciousness, Naruto tightly gripped Hikari's hand, with only one thought in his mind:

"This time... we absolutely must make it back successfully!"

Chapter 378 Konoha Founding Uchiha Madara

The intense spatial distortion receded like a tide, and the severe dizziness caused by weightlessness made Naruto's stomach churn.

He suddenly opened his eyes, but what came into view was not solid ground, but a dense canopy of trees rapidly approaching!

"Whoaaaaah—! Li! You unreliable, broken turtle! Why are you throwing things from a high-rise again?!"

Naruto screamed in the raging wind as he plummeted, and instinctively pulled Uchiha Hikaru, who had also lost his balance, into his arms.

"Energy fluctuations...interference...coordinates...slight...deviation..."

The intermittent electronic voice echoed in his mind, sounding weak and listless, as if it had exhausted its energy.

"Slight deviation?! It's almost turned into a meat patty!"

Naruto roared as he desperately adjusted his posture, shielding the light in front of his chest while his back was facing down.

Furthermore, golden chakra was released from his back, forming a thin layer of protection.

boom--! ! !

A loud crash resounded, startling the birds in the forest into scattering in all directions.

Naruto, holding the light, crashed solidly into a relatively soft forest clearing, creating a shallow, human-shaped crater.

Naruto grimaced as he released the light, feeling as if his spine had been loosened by the shock.

Seeing that Guang in his arms was alright, he finally spoke, "Ouch, ouch, ouch... Li! Next time you start something, can you find a better landing spot?!"

Hikaru broke free from his embrace, still somewhat shaken, but thanks to Naruto acting as a cushion, he wasn't injured.

She looked at Naruto's grimacing face, then at the completely unfamiliar surroundings, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

Li poked half a turtle shell out of Naruto's ninja tool bag, its light flickering faintly twice.

The electronic voice, tinged with obvious disdain, said: "Be content, Naruto Uzumaki."

"My system is still unstable right now, so I haven't been able to teleport you directly to the vacuum of space or deep into the Earth's core."

"This is already the result of my superior performance and excellent computation! You're still nitpicking!"

"Huh?! How can you blame me for this?!" Naruto almost laughed in anger, rubbing his numb legs as he stood up.

"Otherwise what? Do you think time travel is like going for a walk?"

Li retorted without hesitation: "The aftereffects of the energy overload haven't completely disappeared yet, and that time travel just now consumed a huge amount of energy."

"I now need to enter cooling and self-repair mode, and it will probably take a while before I can start up again."

"You should stay in this era for now."

"How long?!"

Naruto was dumbfounded: "Hey! What era is this? How long has it been since Konoha was founded?"

However, the light on Li's body had completely dimmed, no matter how much Naruto shook or shouted.

It was like a real metal turtle sculpture, completely unresponsive.

Naruto stared speechlessly at the seemingly dead Li in his hand.

He sighed, stuffed Li back into his ninja tool bag, and looked at Guang: "There's no other way. It seems we'll have to stay in this 'new place' for a day or two. Hopefully, we won't stray too far from it."

Guang nodded, indicating that he understood.

For her, as long as she didn't return to that despairing Warring States period, any unfamiliar place seemed to be full of new possibilities.

After resting for a while, the two decided to first figure out where they were.

Naruto chose a direction to move forward based on his intuition.

The surrounding forest looked somewhat familiar, yet different; the trees seemed younger.

After walking for about half a day, and passing through the last patch of woodland, the scene before him made Naruto suddenly stop, his pupils slightly contracting.

Ahead lay a wide-open valley where a large number of workers and ninjas were busy at work.

Many houses are already taking shape, but many more are still just foundations and frames.

The wall was just beginning to be built and appeared low and simple.

In the distance, the mountain peaks that should have been carved with the portraits of the Hokage of each generation are now bare, without any trace of carving.

This place is nothing like the bustling, lively, and vibrant Konoha Village he remembered.

But it really is Konoha Village! That familiar feeling of chakra, the outline of that land... there's absolutely no mistake!

However, this is Konoha Village, which has just been born and is still in its infancy!

"This... is the Konoha Village you were talking about...?"

Hikaru stood beside Naruto, gazing at the busy and hopeful construction site, his eyes filled with amazement.

It was unlike any ninja settlement she knew of.

There are no towering fortifications or a somber atmosphere here; instead, it feels like a huge home under construction.

“Ah…yes…”

Naruto's feelings were mixed, a mixture of excitement at seeing the beginnings of his hometown and worry about the time discrepancy: "However, it seems that it has only just begun construction."

At this moment, they saw a group of weary civilians gathered outside the village's simple gate, their faces filled with anticipation and a touch of unease.

They are queuing up to register something.

Naruto had an idea. He pulled Guang over and pretended to be a curious wandering ninja, chatting with several civilians who were queuing up to move in.

"Excuse me, sir, are you all here to settle down?" Naruto greeted the man with a hearty smile, easily winning his favor.

"Yeah yeah!"

A middle-aged man responded enthusiastically: "I've heard of the Senju clan leader, Hashirama Senju, and the Uchiha clan leader, Madara Uchiha."

"Two top figures in the ninja world joined forces to establish a place here called 'Konoha Village'."

"They claim they want to protect everyone and keep children from going to the battlefield! That's a wonderful thing!"

“That’s right!” a woman nearby chimed in. “Although it’s still quite rudimentary, I’ve heard that the two lords are very powerful and genuinely want peace.”

"We all believe that this place will become a safe and peaceful place to live in the future!"

Hashirama Senju! Madara Uchiha!

Hearing those two names, especially hearing that Uchiha Madara was still alive and working hard to establish Konoha, was incredibly moving.

A surge of indescribable excitement and exhilaration welled up in Naruto's heart!

The freckles of this era are still alive!

And he is putting into practice his dream with Uncle Hashirama!

"That's great..." Naruto murmured to himself, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

Meanwhile, within his mental space.

"Oh? We've gone back to this time?"

Minato's voice carried a hint of emotion: "The early days of Konoha... were truly an era full of hope."

"Wow! Is this what Konoha looked like in the beginning? It's so simple, but everyone seems so motivated!"

Kushina peered out curiously: "Mr. Madara! Mr. Madara! Look! It's when you and the First Hokage built the village together! How did it feel?"

On the massive Nine-Tails head, Madara lay lazily on his side, his crimson Sharingan giving a faint glance at the outside world.

He then snorted coldly, his tone full of disdain: "Boring. Just a child's game. Superficial peace, fragile alliance, will eventually be shattered by reality."

After saying that, he actually closed his eyes, as if he had no interest in anything outside, and continued to doze off in his "private seat".

Minato and Kushina exchanged a glance and smiled helplessly.

Even when it comes to his past "great achievements," this Mr. Ban still maintains this arrogant and sarcastic attitude.

In the real world, Naruto thanked those civilians, carrying a light and a strange sense of historical participation.