Naruto, my father's name is Uchiha Madara.

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To ease the tension, Naruto raised his hand and suggested, "Anyway, there's nowhere else to go."

He glanced furtively at the cinema entrance, his face filled with resentment.

The three of them headed dejectedly towards the designated rendezvous point.

Walk towards the iconic old oak tree at the village entrance.

The sun was still shining brightly, and the streets were still bustling, but the three of them felt as if a dark cloud had been cast over their hearts.

Naruto was still muttering to himself about how to improve the princess's final move in the movie to make it even more powerful.

Sasuke walked silently, while Sakura would occasionally glare at Naruto with a resentful look.

The old oak tree's massive canopy casts a dense shadow, bringing a rare touch of coolness to the sweltering afternoon.

Naruto plopped down on a protruding tree root, leaning against the rough trunk, and listlessly tugged at the grass blades on the ground.

Sasuke crossed his arms, leaned against the other side of the tree trunk, closed his eyes to rest, and his long eyelashes cast small shadows under his eyes.

Sakura, meanwhile, was idly curling her long hair.

Time ticked by, but Kakashi never appeared.

"Has Kakashi-sensei gotten lost in some obscure corner of life again?"

Naruto couldn't help but complain, looking up at the slivers of blue sky peeking through the leaves, "Or did he actually sneak in to watch a movie? Damn it! That's not fair!"

Just as Naruto was rambling on and on, Sakura was pacing back and forth until she was practically smoking, and Sasuke's patience was about to run out.

A sudden and rapid sound of horses' hooves approached from afar, like a dense drumbeat shattering the afternoon tranquility at the village entrance.

"Giddy up! Giddy up!" A clear, slightly flustered female voice rang out.

The three of them simultaneously looked in the direction of the sound, alert.

At the entrance of the village, on the main road leading to the forest, a pure white horse galloped towards them, its hooves flying!

On horseback, a woman dressed in a gorgeous, elaborate traditional dress is desperately urging the horse on.

Her long, golden hair flew wildly in the wind, and her beautiful, highly recognizable face—

"Fujifuu Snow Painting?!" Sakura exclaimed in surprise, her eyes wide open.

To their even greater astonishment, billowing dust rose behind the white horse.

A dozen or so men, all dressed in ancient costumes and carrying prop swords, were shouting and chasing after him.

That outfit was exactly like the villainous henchmen who chased after Princess Fengyun in the movie!

"Miss Kazeki Ei! Don't run away!"

"Stop!"

The shouts of the pursuers could be heard clearly.

Naruto leaped up from the tree root with a "whoosh," his blue eyes instantly igniting with excitement.

All the frustration about the movie vanished: "Wow! The movie plot has come to life! The princess is being chased by bad guys! This is definitely our mission! Protect the target!"

He pointed excitedly ahead, his blood boiling: "The time for heroes to step in has come! Charge!"

He didn't even wait for his companions' response. Chakra instantly gathered under his feet, and he was about to rush out like an arrow.

"Naruto! Wait!"

Sasuke suddenly opened his eyes, scanning the pursuing crowd and the actress who was desperately running away with a wary look.

This scene... is too eerie!

Sakura reacted quickly, grabbing Naruto by the back of his collar: "Idiot! Look closely! Those pursuers... don't seem to have any murderous intent? And what they're holding looks like props!"

Just then, another panting voice came from the side and behind: "Wait...wait! Ninjas! Please wait a moment!"

A slightly overweight middle-aged man wearing a director's vest and a beret came running over, panting.

He was also waving a script with curled edges in his hand.

He ran up to the three men, put his hands on his knees, and gasped for breath, the sweat on his forehead glistening in the sunlight.

"You...you are...?" Sakura asked in confusion, still tightly holding onto Naruto who was struggling to rush out.

"I...I am Kafka! Kafka Hibino!" The chubby director finally caught his breath, took off his beret, and wiped his sweat.

His face was filled with helplessness and anxiety: "It's the director who commissioned this mission! And also the person in charge of the 'Princess of the Storm' crew! The one who ran away is Fujikaze Yukie, who is the core target you are protecting in this mission!"

"Protecting the target? Then what about those chasing her..." Naruto pointed to the dust and faint shouts that were about to disappear at the end of the forest road, looking completely bewildered.

Chapter 129 Naruto: Someone is impersonating me?

Director Kafka sighed heavily, his chubby face clouded with worry. "Don't even mention it! Miss Fuuke... she's throwing another tantrum! She complains that the lines in the new script aren't powerful enough, that the weather is too hot, and that the lunchboxes on set are awful..."

Upon hearing this, the corners of the three men's mouths twitched involuntarily.

What kind of actor is this? This diva behavior is just too much!

"In short, she refused to perform! So, while everyone was resting, she just stole a horse from the props team and ran away! Those who chased after her were all members of our crew; they were wearing costumes to avoid causing a commotion in the village! They were there to bring her back!"

Naruto felt his heroic spirit of rescuing a damsel in distress instantly extinguished: "So... she was just throwing a tantrum? Not being chased?"

Sakura was also stunned. She let go of Naruto's hand and murmured, "So... that's how it is..."

Sasuke also had a helpless expression on his face. Then he glanced at Naruto, his eyes carrying a hint of "See, I told you so."

"So, esteemed ninjas,"

Director Kafka clasped his hands together, bowed deeply to the three men, and pleaded earnestly, "Please! Ms. Kazeki is the soul of this film and the key to our promotional mission in the Land of Snow! She absolutely cannot be harmed! Please help us bring her back safely! We can't afford to delay the filming schedule!"

The mission objective ran away on its own, and incredibly fast at that! This drastically increases the mission difficulty!

Naruto scratched his messy blond hair, looking conflicted. "Ugh! What a nuisance! But, since it's the mission objective..."

He thumped his chest, his fighting spirit reignited: "Then leave it to our Seventh Class! We guarantee we'll bring that willful princess back!"

Sasuke looked in the direction Fujikaze Yukie had left and suggested, "Let's split up and search! That'll be faster! Naruto, you go this way! Sakura, you go west! I'll go to the east side of the forest first! Signal as soon as we spot the target!"

"Understood!" Sakura nodded immediately, her eyes becoming serious.

After Naruto readily agreed, he stretched his limbs and ran along the road.

Soon after, Naruto sped away along the main forest path where the white horse had disappeared.

The speed was so fast that it created a whirlwind, causing the roadside weeds to bend over.

The path through the woods was uneven, and the hoofprints and the messy footprints behind them were still quite clear on the soft soil.

Naruto moved at high speed while trying to sense the movements around him.

The wind brushed past my ears, bringing with it the unique scent of damp earth and vegetation characteristic of the forest.

After chasing for about ten minutes, the woods ahead became denser and the light dimmed.

Suddenly, a series of suppressed groans and cries of pain drifted over on the wind.

Naruto immediately stopped in his tracks, his sharp gaze sweeping across a clearing in the woods not far ahead.

The dozen or so costumed staff members who had just chased Fujikaze were now lying sprawled on the ground!

Some were curled up groaning while clutching their stomachs, some were crying out in pain while covering their arms, and some had fainted. Props, swords, and knives were scattered everywhere.

"what happened?!"

Naruto's expression immediately turned alert, and he rushed over: "Hey! Are you guys alright? Who did this?"

A man who looked like a minor leader covered his swollen cheek and struggled to sit up.

Upon seeing Naruto, he excitedly pointed to a fork in the road deeper in the woods: "Ninja... Ninja Master! Quick! A kid... a blond kid! He's ruthless! He took us down and then ran that way with Miss Kazeyuki!"

"A blond kid?" Naruto's mind raced with doubt. "What does he look like?"

"You...you look a bit like me! But you look...younger? And you're wearing strange black clothes!"

Another staff member lying on the ground added, grimacing as he rubbed his lower back.

Looks like me? Blonde hair? Naruto's brows furrowed instantly.

An unnamed anger suddenly surged up.

Impersonating me? And injuring these innocent staff members? Unforgivable!

"Damn it! How dare you impersonate me, Naruto Uzumaki?!" he roared, his blue eyes blazing with fury. "You just wait!"

He ignored the groaning staff member on the ground, and once again transformed into a gust of wind, chasing after the fork in the road the staff member had pointed out.

His chakra surged faster with anger, and his speed increased even further.

The trees rushed past us, and the fork in the road soon led into a deeper, more secluded woodland filled with enormous ferns.

Naruto's sharp gaze swept across the area ahead like a searchlight.

Suddenly, he spotted a familiar golden hue shimmering behind a patch of tall ferns ahead!

Naruto's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he suddenly exerted force with both legs.

He leaped high into the air like a hawk hunting its prey, soaring over the dense ferns.

A clean and crisp front flip landed steadily on the road ahead, blocking the target's path!

"Found you! Imposter!"

The moment Naruto landed, he brought his right index and middle fingers together, pointing straight ahead, his voice booming with an undeniable and awe-inspiring presence.

The blond figure who was about to run forward was startled by his sudden appearance and turned around abruptly.

For a moment, Naruto was stunned.

The boy in front of him was slightly thinner and shorter than him.

But that signature head of short, golden hair, just as radiant as the sun.

Those eyes, as blue as the sky, those facial features and contours almost identical to his…

It's like I stepped out of a mirror and looked a few years younger!

The only significant difference was that the other party was wearing a black short-sleeved outfit that I had never seen before.

The design is simple and neat, with only two stubble marks on each cheek.