Naruto: I Draw Power Into Reality

"Set the scene to match the visuals."

"Don't dawdle—pick up the pace over there. Everyone, one last time!"

At the manga con venue, Mito Uzumaki's voice hadn't stopped.

Down below, Tsunade felt helpless. Over the past two or three days, she'd witnessed a completely different side of her grandmother—irritable and quick-tempered, as if she'd become another person entirely.

Almost everyone had been scolded, including the Third's shadow clone, who didn't dare utter a single word in protest.

"Why can that guy blatantly slack off while I have to suffer?"

Tsunade muttered under her breath, her irritation growing the more she thought about it.

"Forget it already. That kid's slicker than an eel; he got himself out of this long ago."

Jiraiya couldn't help but envy how relaxed Akaba looked, though he sighed in resignation—Well, guess that's life. Who asked him to leave behind evidence?

The group of friends looked up toward the stands on the mountain, then exchanged glances, sighing with envy.

There wasn't just one stand atop the hill.

To ensure a good viewing experience, large platforms had been carved into the mountaintop and the cliffside behind it, offering perfect views of the con grounds from various vantage points.

Akaba was sitting on the main stand reserved for the Daimyo and other VIPs.

"Good thing we've got Grandma Mito. Otherwise, organizing this manga con would've been exhausting."

Akaba mused.

In just three days, Mito Uzumaki had evolved into an interior designer, director, and motivational force all in one, filled with energy.

Anime truly is great—it gave an old otaku a second spring.

He gazed into the distance when suddenly he raised his eyebrows slightly.

A ninja wearing a chunin uniform was quickly running through the trees toward them.

At the same time, smoke and dust slowly rose from the farthest forest.

Akaba stood up and formed hand seals. In an instant, a massive fireball shot from his mouth.

"Hm?"

Mito Uzumaki sensed the chakra fluctuation and looked up, seeing the glowing fireball light up the VIP stand.

[Great Fireball Technique]!

This was the signal she and Akaba had agreed upon—an attack signaled the arrival of the Daimyo.

"Everyone, clean the area immediately! Wrap things up and hide all traces within one minute!"

With a loud shout, everyone sprang into action.

After three days of rigorous drills, they'd developed conditioned reflexes to Mito Uzumaki's orders. Anyone even half a beat late faced immediate scolding.

In the blink of an eye, the venue was empty.

The next moment, Mito Uzumaki appeared beside Akaba.

She glanced into the distance and smiled softly. "Looks like the old man's almost here. More than a decade has passed since we last met."

"I should be going too."

Akaba stood up, stretching lazily, preparing to leave the stand.

"As the mastermind behind this manga con concept, you deserve to stay here."

Mito Uzumaki said.

"Nope. Sitting with the elders makes me really uncomfortable."

Akaba vaulted off the platform.

Out of all these platforms, why did it have to be the most annoying one?

He turned around and entered a secret passage leading to another stand carved into the cliffside.

"Oh! It's the Daimyo!"

"Don't push forward, it's dangerous!"

This particular stand mainly held civilians, so it wasn't the best viewing angle.

But Akaba didn't mind.

He was only here for the manga con itself. As for those performances? He wasn't really into them—it was all just for the vibe anyway.

"Daimyo-sama, it's been many years. I'm truly glad to see you're still healthy and strong!"

Seeing the carriage approach, Mito Uzumaki gave a gentle smile.

What she said would have sounded sincere coming from anyone else—but not her.

"It's you who remains as youthful as ever after all these years, Mito," the Daimyo replied with a casual air, though his voice carried bitterness and envy.

The Third stood awkwardly aside, not daring to utter a word.

Old folks greeting each other like this... truly something else.

"Of course, Lord Daimyo. Please take your seat," Mito Uzumaki said indifferently, pointing at the chair with no trace of politeness.

Everyone pretended not to notice.

It wasn't arrogance that made the Daimyo require assistance while getting off the carriage—it was simply because he had grown too old.

He glanced at Mito Uzumaki, a wave of bitterness rising in his chest. They were from the same generation, yet looked more like grandfather and granddaughter.

What gives?! Why her?!

Sighing deeply, the Daimyo walked toward his seat with help.

Once he sat down, within moments, everyone found their proper places.

"There are three parts to today's Manga Festival: first an opening performance, followed by an hour-long free performance and viewing session, and finally a closing performance."

Mito Uzumaki smiled slightly. "I am your host for today—Mito Uzumaki."

Her voice, enhanced by chakra, echoed across the entire mountain forest.

Pardon me?!

"Did I hear that right?!"

"Oh my god! It's actually Lady Mito!"

"This is incredible! Never thought I'd get to see her here!"

In an instant, all the stands erupted into excitement over Mito Uzumaki—the last living legend from Konoha's legendary Senju era.

This... this is the might of the Senju clan.

Akaba sighed softly. If Mito Uzumaki had wanted to become the Third, it would have been nothing more than child's play.

However,

Since the Second generation, the Senju clan has withdrawn from politics.

"And now, the performances will begin shortly," Mito Uzumaki added with a gentle smile.

Suddenly, a blinding bolt of lightning flashed in the arena below.

[Lightning Release: Thunder Ground!]

The spectacular sight immediately captured everyone's attention.

This was the starting signal. Naturally, the Lightning Release wasn't performed by Sakumo, but by the Third's Shadow Clone.

Then, several figures appeared along the path.

Thanks to the trimmed and maintained trees around, spectators could clearly view the action from every stand.

"Grandpa, it's Kakashi! It's really him!" 

A girl shouted in surprise from one of the stands.

His disheveled appearance, face covered by a mask—almost exactly identical to the manga character.

Behind him followed Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura, the four of them together protecting Dazuna.

"What is this?" 

The Daimyo stood up in shock, forcing his frail elderly body upright, squinting repeatedly trying to see clearly.

"Lord Daimyo, it's just a performance," the Third explained quietly.

"So you mean... actors playing ninja?" 

The young girl immediately understood.

Just as she spoke, the situation onstage suddenly changed again.

A simple puddle of water suddenly transformed into two human figures.

In the next instant, chains rattled forward.

KABOOM!

Before there was even time to scream, Kakashi Hatake was torn into countless pieces.

Instantly, screams broke out across the entire venue.

"T-This is... this is what ninja really are?!"

"That's way too dangerous!"

"Was that also part of the act?"

Many people in the stands gasped in surprise, but fortunately nearby ninjas kindly explained what was happening, otherwise there might have been chaos.

So far, the effect had been amazing.

Akaba looked back at the arena, feeling slightly sentimental. It felt just like a live-action manga—it was packed with nostalgia!

Of course, Jiraiya wouldn't really use a kunai to stab his own hand. He wasn't from the Uzumaki clan and lacked their monstrous vitality. Instead, he simply used an optical illusion technique.

The story that followed proceeded exactly as originally written.

The Daimyo and princess sitting on the stands were already stunned. Although they lived in a ninja world, witnessing such intense battle firsthand was completely new to them.

Mysterious assassinations, grand Water Release techniques—everything made their hearts race with fear while also thrilling them deeply.

Especially when finally two colossal waterfalls collided, utterly destroying all the surrounding forests and mountains. Such a scene surpassed anything pictures or words could convey—it was truly shocking.

"Is this really what ninjas are capable of?"

The Daimyo sat down, feeling both thrilled and terrified inside. With such terrifying power, would his army even stand a chance if someone wanted him dead?

In contrast, his granddaughter, the young princess, didn't seem to care one bit.

"White is appearing now? Is it almost over?"

The little princess looked disappointed; she hadn't seen enough yet.

"White is a boy."

The Daimyo corrected his granddaughter.

"No, I think White's a girl. That guy Akaba was just being gross."

The little princess firmly stated.

Mito Uzumaki smiled beside them. The revelation about White's true identity wouldn't be revealed yet; keeping it secret would make its eventual exposure much more dramatic.

"Uh, there's still a finale. This is just the opening ceremony, after all."

Hiruzen coughed lightly.

Zabuza below was his Shadow Clone, and even the Great Waterfall Technique later released by "Kakashi" came from him too.

Two Shadow Clones. That was already pushing it.

Such high chakra consumption meant that if he kept performing much longer, there'd be trouble should his clones dispel themselves accidentally.

"Whoa. So cool."

"That was awesome! Too short though."

"I wish the whole manga plot could be this exciting."

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