SON OF HASIRAMA-SENJU

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As Hashirama arrived at the Senju Clan Compound, he quickly entered the largest mansion in the entire clan. This was where he and his family lived.

Just as he landed inside, a figure rushed towards him.

It was his wife—Mito Uzumaki.

The moment she saw Arata in his arms, unconscious, her eyes widened.

Then, she turned to look at Hashirama, and in her eyes—there was anger.

Her long Red hair started which were tired in two buns started to float up, dividing into nine separate strands like living snakes.

Her golden crown gleamed under the moonlight.

"HASHIRAMA!!"

Her thunderous voice shook the entire house.

"You SAID you wouldn't go too hard on him! And now you've KNOCKED HIM OUT AGAIN?!"

Hashirama gulped.

He was the strongest shinobi in the world.

But in front of his furious wife?

He was helpless.

"N-no, Mito-chan, listen! Y-you're misunderstanding!" Hashirama stuttered, waving his free hand in panic.

"This kid—our son—he was the one who kept pushing himself! I swear!

He wanted to defeat me so badly, he used up ALL his chakra!

Even after I returned most of it to him, he still collapsed from exhaustion!"

Mito narrowed her eyes.

Her floating hair slowly settled back down.

Then she sighed.

"So you're saying it's his own fault?"

Hashirama nodded frantically. "YES! EXACTLY! Not my fault at all! Hahaha!"

Mito crossed her arms. "I see…."

Hashirama sighed in relief.

Maybe he was safe this time.

Then—

"You're sleeping outside tonight."

"...Eh?"

BOOM!

Before Hashirama could react, he was already thrown out of the house, crashing into the garden.

"Ouch…"

"Glory to the Senju Clan!" A passing clan member whispered in amusement.

"Shut up!" Hashirama groaned.

Inside the house, Mito sat beside Arata, gently placing her hand on his forehead.

A soft, warm chakra flowed from her palm.

She smiled.

"You really are like your father, aren't you?"

Her eyes softened as she watched her son sleep peacefully.

Next Morning—

Arata slowly opened his eyes.

"Huh?"

He blinked.

His body felt light.

His chakra reserves… were FULL.

Not just full—they had nearly DOUBLED.

He clenched his fist. "My Sage Body… my Uzumaki bloodline… they're making my chakra grow insanely fast!"

Then he froze.

"Wait… this kinda feels like… a Zenkai Boost?!"

Arata's eyes twitched.

"No way… I'm not a Saiyan, right? Hahaha!"

Then—

"Oh crap, it's already dawn!"

He suddenly remembered how exhausted he was yesterday.

"Damn… I really overdid it. No wonder some of Uncle Tobirama's jutsus are forbidden. Overusing chakra is basically suicide!"

Arata stretched his arms.

Then, an odd thought entered his mind.

"Wait a second…"

"Tsunade… she's gonna be my daughter in the future, right Then… WHO is her mother?!"

Arata froze.

"Is she gonna be a Senju? Or maybe an Uzumaki like Mom?!"

He started rubbing his chin.

"Hmm… there are also a lot of cute Uchiha girls, right? But… nah, marrying an Uchiha isn't realistic…"

Then—

"Oh!"

His eyes lit up.

"I could marry an Uzumaki! That would make sense!"

He grinned.

But then—

"Wait… why the hell am I even thinking about this right now?! First, I was thinking about training… and now I'm already planning my future wife?! What the hell, brain?!"

Shaking his head, he finally got out of bed.

He had more important things to do.

Then—

DING!

A familiar system prompt appeared in his mind.

"Host, your reward is here!"

Arata blinked. "Oh right… I forgot about that!"

Suddenly—

Memories flooded his mind.

He saw hand signs.

He saw a location.

Shikkotsu Forest.

The home of Lady Katsuyu—the Slug Sage.

His summoning contract had been unlocked!

Then—

DING!

"Host, would you like to open your Beginner Gift?"

Arata grinned.

"Oh hell yes. I almost forgot about this!"

"System, open it now!"

Then—

"Congratulations, Host! You have obtained…

[DxD Protagonist Issei Plot Armor!]

Arata froze.

"Huh?"

"What the hell is that?"

Then—the system explained.

"This ability will subtly influence the brains of those around you. The more time they spend with you, the more they will be affected by your words. Eventually, their common sense will stop working. For example—if you tell someone to 'lick your shoes' they might refuse at first. But after enough time… they will do it without question."

Arata's jaw dropped.

"Wait… wait wait wait wait… so basically…"

"I can become a walking brainwashing machine?!"

"And what's with this 'DxD Protagonist' nonsense?!

Then—

"Also, Host has obtained Supreme Talent in all Shinobi Arts!"

"Ninjutsu. Taijutsu. Genjutsu. Senjutsu. Fuinjutsu. Kenjutsu. All at MAX Talent!"

Arata.exe has stopped working.

His mind went blank.

"I… I… I just…"

"I NEVER thought I'd get something THIS broken!"

He sat there in shock.

For his entire past life and this life, he had NEVER expected something this insane.