Flying Thunder God Technique!
When Jiraiya saw the mark, his heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t expected to see this seal again after so many years.
The Flying Thunder God seal—how long had it been?
The last time he saw someone use this technique was his genius student, Minato Namikaze.
But over all these years, only Minato had mastered this space-time ninjutsu. Jiraiya’s expression grew serious, and even the way he looked at Genya began to change.
He chuckled softly. He once believed that Minato, who became Hokage, was the one who could change the entire ninja world. But Minato had fallen.
After a long silence, Jiraiya spoke again, his voice trembling slightly, "You’ve learned the Flying Thunder God Technique?"
Genya looked at the somewhat excited Jiraiya. He spoke calmly, his tone steady.
Jiraiya’s brow twitched as he listened. He looked at Genya seriously and said, "If I’m not mistaken, you should be the third ninja in the world to learn the Flying Thunder God Technique—and quite possibly the last."
He knew that Konoha had sealed away the Flying Thunder God Technique. It would be almost impossible for anyone to learn it from now on.
Even for Genya, Jiraiya didn’t know how he had managed to master this space-time ninjutsu.
You have to understand, the Flying Thunder God Technique is a space-time ninjutsu that requires more than just talent to learn.
It also demands the ability to adapt to space jumps and even the right opportunity.
"Then you’re wrong. There are at least four people!" Genya said casually, then pointed to Shisui beside him. "Phantom Tiger not only mastered the Flying Thunder God Technique but also modified it. For short-distance space jumps, he doesn’t even need a seal!"
Jiraiya’s expression grew even more shocked and stunned at these words.
He looked at Shisui and asked again, "You also know the Flying Thunder God Technique?"
He had always believed Shisui’s space jumps were a new kind of space-time ninjutsu. He never imagined it was a modification of the Flying Thunder God Technique—one that didn’t require a seal!
Shisui nodded at Jiraiya’s surprised expression, admitting it.
Both of them knew the Flying Thunder God Technique, and their mastery of it was complete. Their use of the technique was flawless. Jiraiya’s eyes turned serious, heavy with thought.
The Flying Thunder God Technique!
These two were like geniuses. If nothing unexpected happened, as they grew stronger, their skills might surpass even Minato’s. Their talents weren’t limited to space-time ninjutsu alone—they had many unique abilities.
The ninja world... might really be on the verge of a great change.
With everyone watching, Genya glanced around the environment once more, then fixed his gaze on the children struggling to survive in the special liquid.
"I’m here to free you!"
As the words fell, black flames spread rapidly from Genya’s eyes. They quickly expanded, then seeped into the petri dishes, beginning to consume and refine the liquids inside!
The speed was astonishing!
Some of the original lab staff instinctively tried to dodge.
The black flames swallowed everything fast, and the liquid in every container was rapidly decreasing.
"Stop! These are our experiments!" one of the staff shouted, trying to halt the destruction. These were their hard work and efforts.
Yet it was all being ruined by the person in front of them.
"Shut up!" Shisui’s voice fell sharply, carrying a hint of anger as he dragged the man into a genjutsu.
The black flames continued to devour.
This process lasted a full fifteen minutes. The spreading black fire quickly retracted and returned to Genya’s body!
Genya clearly felt his eyes grow brighter, and even his constitution had changed somewhat.
"Looks like the Jashin Cult spent a lot of money and resources to raise these kids," Genya murmured quietly, his tone colder and more ruthless.
To these experimenters, it was as if blood was dripping from their efforts!
No one knew where the materials for the experiments came from, but one thing was certain — many civilians had been plundered by them.
When the children were freed, Genya’s dual pupils swept across the group.
He saw the bloodline energy flowing within each child. Though weak, all of them were still alive.
"Go check on these children’s condition. If anyone is in danger, treat them immediately!" Genya’s eyes scanned the remaining lab staff, his tone heavy.
"Yes, sir!" The people in the lab quickly nodded and rushed forward to rescue the children trapped in the petri dishes.
Genya then turned to Shisui beside him and quietly said, "Go to the village’s Merchant Association and have Furin come to clean up this mess. Bring these injured children back to the guild to rest."
Uchiha Shisui nodded and vanished from the underground laboratory in the blink of an eye.
"Is it really the Flying Thunder God Technique?" Jiraiya looked at Shisui’s sudden disappearance, becoming even more certain of what Genya had said — both of them could use the Flying Thunder God Technique.
He felt a deep sense of awe.
But after a brief moment of reflection, Jiraiya joined the effort to rescue the children, while also supervising the lab personnel.
Genya walked back to the iron cages and tapped the locks on the three cages a few times. Suddenly, all three locks exploded at once, and the iron bars swung open instantly.
"Come out, you’re saved now!" Genya’s voice echoed in the ears of the three children.
All three looked toward him. Especially the two children at the back — a faint light flickered in their eyes as they slowly stood up and stepped out.
But as they stepped out, they cautiously glanced at Genya, their movements careful and hesitant.
The little girl in front, however, remained expressionless. She stared at Genya without understanding why he was doing this, still wary of him.
It seemed that her experiences with the Jashin Cult had made her lose trust in everyone.
"If you don’t come out, soon you might be the only one left," Genya said again, smiling gently.
With children , all they needed was enough kindness.
The expressionless girl hesitated for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons.
Finally, she slowly stood up and stepped out of the cage. But she kept her distance—not only from Genya, but also from the two children trapped with her in the iron cell.
However, when she looked at Genya, her eyes briefly showed a scrutinizing gaze. That dull look held a faint, hidden glimmer—only for a brief moment—before it disappeared.
"What’s your name?" Genya asked slowly, wanting to see through her thoughts more clearly.
The expressionless girl hesitated again, seeming to sense the heat in Genya’s gaze. At last, she said, "I don’t have a name."
"You’d better tell me your name. If possible, I’ll help you find your parents," Genya coaxed gently. These children were already pitiful enough; if he could help, he would do everything he could.
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