Naruto: I Draw Power Into Reality

Finally got through that!

Akaba quietly exhaled in relief. Middle-aged hermit women were really tough to handle, especially when this one was extremely sharp.

"No need. A shadow clone can handle it."

Mito Uzumaki narrowed her eyes and flashed a charming smile.

However,

If you cut her open, she'd definitely be pitch black inside!

Hiroto silently commented inwardly while feeling even more sympathy for Tsunade.

Having such a grandmother meant having absolutely no privacy.

"Let's go."

Mito's smile looked gentle but left no room for objection.

With just this simple sentence, everyone lowered their heads with no objections at all.

The aura of a supreme leader!

After all, she was the First Hokage's wife. Indeed, she wasn't merely a pretty face. Otherwise, after Hashirama Senju's death, she wouldn't have been able to maintain his policies and disperse the Senju clan into smaller groups.

Hiroto couldn't help but admire her silently.

"Little Tsunade, where are we going?"

A member of the Senju clan asked.

"It's somewhere in the mountains, though I don't know the exact details."

Tsunade shook her head as she replied.

The location details of the Anime Convention were highly confidential and required unique Konoha decryption methods to decipher.

Mountain, specific coordinates.

These were the only clues.

"I'll take a look."

Mito took the scroll, glanced at it casually, then put it away and returned it to Tsunade.

She seemed to understand immediately.

Hiroto stole a glance sideways. Yet thinking about Mito's scheming yet sweet nature—the classic "yandere" vibe—he restrained his curiosity and stayed silent.

For a moment, an awkward silence settled over them.

They walked a good distance without a word—until finally Mito suddenly glared at Tsunade and Akaba. "You two aren't even curious?"

She didn't bother asking the other Senju clansmen.

These people followed orders unquestioningly—only speaking when she commanded them to.

This made things even more boring.

"Grandma, won't we find out when we get there?"

Tsunade replied calmly.

"Mm-hmm."

Hiroto quickly nodded in agreement, obediently continuing forward.

"What dull kids."

Mito sighed softly. "That place used to be Anbu training grounds, though it was abandoned after the Anbu organization became fully established."

"I see. So it was an old Anbu base."

Hiroto mused thoughtfully. If they chose somewhere like this, there would certainly be secret passages and protected locations. If attacked unexpectedly, they could quickly evacuate the Daimyo and princess through these hidden routes.

Truly, a perfect location.

"You see, that mountain over there is our destination."

Mito pointed toward a distant peak.

Still quite far off, the peak remained blurry in the distance.

After satisfying their curiosity, the group resumed their journey. In no time, they reached their destination.

When they actually arrived at the spot:

"So the real base is this small hill next to the big one?"

Tsunade muttered in resignation.

"If we make the Daimyo hike all the way up there, tomorrow we'll be planning his successor's inauguration instead."

Mito smiled cheerfully.

...

No one dared to respond to that remark.

"Alright then, let's move on. There are already quite a few people ahead."

Mito Uzumaki brushed it off with a single word.

Indeed, across the entire Land of Fire, only she dared to speak so boldly.

Having lived from the days of the First Hokage, Mito truly ranked among the oldest living figures.

Moreover, she was Tsunade's grandfather by name.

Well,

Only in title—her relationship with them wasn't particularly close.

A king will always remain a king. Besides, Tsunade's parents had married as part of a political alliance. Since the deaths of Hashirama Senju and Tobirama Senju, interactions between the two clans had grown fewer and fewer.

"Lady Mito, honorable members of the Senju clan!"

A figure suddenly appeared, bowing before everyone.

"You're from the Aburame family—you've grown so much without me realizing."

Mito Uzumaki smiled warmly.

This demeanor was completely different from how she acted around Akaba and Tsunade.

"It is my honor that Lady Mito still remembers me."

The Anbu ninja trembled with emotion, his reverence for Mito deepening further.

Instantly recognizing her identity—she truly lived up to being the legendary wife of the First Hokage.

"Yugen, report the situation."

"At once!"

Aburame Yugen stood and began detailing their recent events to Lady Mito.

Only someone like Lady Mito could receive such treatment;

if it were anyone else, how could they possibly be welcomed this way?

"I see. The Anbu arrived first, repaired the area, and even built an enormous venue."

Stepping into the mountains, Akaba saw the hidden pavilion within the forest.

After renovation and reconstruction, the place had practically become a luxurious mountain paradise.

Still,

with a space this large, the decoration effort would be massive.

"What a huge venue," Mito smiled. "Looks like we'll need to pitch in too."

"No, no, no need for you, Lady Mito. Leave it all to us," Aburame Yugen quickly replied.

"Don't say that. We each have our roles. If anyone sees something needing help, let's complete the restoration quickly."

Smiling gently, Mito gestured toward Akaba and Tsunade, calling them over: "You two, come here."

What now?

Akaba muttered inwardly as he followed her steps.

"Look, Akaba. With such a massive project, obviously you need help," said Lady Mito. "Then teach me how to draw."

"Huh?"

Stunned for a moment, Akaba hadn't expected her to call him over—just to ask about this!

Didn't hear clearly? I want to learn drawing. Like those posters of yours—I think I can handle it too."

Lady Mito continued with a smile.

"Of course."

Still a bit caught off guard, Akaba personally never held back on art techniques.

After all, another artist meant more vitality for the manga market.

Plus, anyone who was good at drawing but struggled with storytelling could be trained as an assistant—helping create content for other manga series.

What a great idea!

"So first tell me what sort of drawings you need. Don't underestimate me—actually, I've recently studied some drawing techniques myself."

Mito maintained her sweet smile as both hands formed seals.

Instantly, a sketchpad, brushes, ink, and more burst into existence beneath the small pavilion.

There were figures and background sketches on a number of sketchpads.

Akaba glanced at them. Most were fan artworks of the Hokage Ninja, like Haku portrayed in a more feminine style.

"Hmm, Mito, your painting skills are actually pretty good. But your shading lacks depth, especially in the eyes."

Akaba picked up what he considered the best piece and began critiquing it.

Mito Uzumaki listened quietly, nodding along as if she truly understood what he was saying.

In sharp contrast, Tsunade wore a blank expression, clearly having no idea what they were talking about.

"Oh, by the way, if you're feeling inspired, you could totally sell or give away your drawings at a manga con."

At the end, Akaba added that last sentence deliberately.

"Sounds wonderful. Then I'll give it a try."

Mito Uzumaki lifted her brush, dipped it in ink, closed her eyes briefly in thought, then swiftly began drawing.

Her hand was steady and she worked quickly.

Within just a few minutes, a rough outline of a figure had appeared.

"Wait, this is… me?"

Tsunade was surprised at first, then felt embarrassed enough to want to snatch the paper away.

In the picture, young Tsunade was rolling dice while clutching a wad of cash, looking extremely happy.

The appearance wasn't exactly identical, but the demeanor and aura had been perfectly captured.

It was hard to believe that with only a brief conversation, Mito Uzumaki had managed to learn so much.

Is this what it means to be a genius?

This woman's talent is absolutely insane!

Akaba couldn't help but feel astonished inside.

"Indeed! Nothing helps improvement more than some guidance when learning to draw! Heh heh, I'm totally selling this one!"

"Grandma, absolutely not this drawing!"

Tsunade went pale the moment she heard him.

If this drawing ever spread, her reputation as Tsunade-hime would be completely ruined.

"Is that right? Then I'll just draw another one."

A few minutes later, another portrait of young Tsunade emerged. In this piece, Tobirama Senju was hugging young Tsunade, creating a very warm and adorable scene.

"Nope! No way! This one isn't okay either!"

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