Naruto drinking makes me stronger-Chapter 32: The Little Red Flow Of Survival

The Forest of Death was no longer a forest—it was a battlefield carved apart by a relentless storm of slashes. Deep scars ran through the earth, entire hills were split open, and what was once a dense jungle had been reduced to a wasteland of debris and dust.

Amidst the chaos, Haneda Kaito and Kisame Hoshigaki pressed themselves against a crumbling rock formation, their breathing ragged. Sweat dripped down their faces, their bodies stiff with fear.

Not long ago, they had mocked the Konoha genin for wearing ridiculous little red flower stickers on their foreheads.

Now, they understood.

They weren't a joke.

They were a death exemption.

A lifeline.

A desperate gasp of survival against the drunken butcher tearing through the exam.

Kaito's voice was barely above a whisper. "That last one... it cut through the mountain."

Kisame clutched his bleeding chest, his shark-like grin nowhere to be seen. The wound burned, his entire body ached, but he was alive. He shouldn't have been. That monster—Youyu—had cut through a lake like it was nothing, reducing it to mist with a single swing. If Kisame hadn't been pushed out of the way, he would have been nothing more than red mist in the air.

Now, they were trapped.

"We can't keep doing this," Kaito muttered, forcing his mind to work through the panic. "He's drunk, which means his perception is off. He can't pinpoint us, so he's destroying everything until he finds us."

Kisame wiped the blood from his mouth. "Yeah? And what do you suggest? That we bet on our luck every time he swings?"

Every attack Youyu launched was an execution. There was no pattern, no warning—just an unstoppable force tearing through everything in its path. It wasn't a battle.

It was gambling with death.

And eventually, luck would run out.

Kaito swallowed hard. "We need a little red flower."

Kisame stared at him. "The hell are you talking about?"

Kaito's hands clenched into fists. "What did he say before he attacked us?"

Kisame's expression darkened as he recalled the words.

"No little red flower? Then go to hell."

At the time, they had laughed.

Now, the realization settled in like ice in their veins.

The Konoha genin weren't wearing them as a joke.

They were wearing them to live.

Kisame clicked his tongue, but there was no amusement in his voice. "So, what? You want us to find one of those stickers, slap it on our heads, and hope he ignores us?"

"Do you have a better idea?" Kaito snapped. "Every second we sit here, he gets closer. He doesn't need to be accurate when he can just keep swinging until there's nothing left. Do you think we can dodge forever?"

Silence.

For the first time in his life, Kisame felt trapped.

Not by enemy forces. Not by an impossible mission.

But by the sheer inevitability of Youyu's attacks.

It didn't matter how strong he was. It didn't matter how much chakra he had.

Youyu wasn't playing by normal rules.

Another roar of power shook the air, followed by a slash that tore open the land.

The ground beneath them cracked apart, sending both shinobi tumbling to the side as a new gaping canyon formed where they had been crouching moments before.

Kaito grabbed Kisame's arm. "We're running out of time. Either we find a red flower, or we get cut down. What's it gonna be?"

Kisame clenched his jaw. His entire existence had been one of violence, of survival, of reveling in battle.

But this wasn't battle.

This was execution.

A shadow passed overhead—a new arc of destruction splitting the sky.

"Fine." Kisame spat blood to the side, his pride stinging almost as much as his wound. "Let's go find a damn flower."

Konoha's Observation RoomThe once organized monitoring room had descended into complete chaos.

"Three generations of Hokage, you need to stop this now!"

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"This is a massacre!"

"Are you Konoha bastards trying to start a war?!"

The foreign jōnin surrounded Sarutobi Hiruzen, their faces red with fury and undisguised fear.

The Hidden Cloud's representative slammed his fist against the table. "Three of our best have already been wiped out! Our top genin are being hunted like dogs! What the hell kind of Chūnin Exam is this?!"

"Where's Orochimaru?!" another jōnin demanded. "He's the proctor, isn't he?! Stop that lunatic before he levels the entire forest!"

Jiraiya, standing off to the side, scratched his head, looking at the destruction on the screen. "Damn, kid... you've got style."

The Hidden Rain jōnin rounded on him. "Style?! This isn't style—this is a bloodbath!"

One of the Hidden Rock representatives gritted his teeth. "Look at the Forest of Death! There's nothing left! Nothing! That thing—**that monster—**is still swinging his sword like there's no tomorrow! If this keeps up, there won't be a single foreign shinobi left in this exam!"

Sarutobi rubbed his temples.

He had expected Youyu to be strong.

He had wanted him to make Konoha look good.

But this was too much.

He looked at the screen.

The Forest of Death was barely recognizable. The once lush trees were reduced to shattered stumps, and the ground was a graveyard of trenches and broken rock.

And Youyu?

He was still going.

A massive purple-black slash tore through another section of the terrain, carving a new canyon into the earth.

Sarutobi sighed.

"Damn it, Youyu... how did it come to this?"

Back in the Forest of DeathKaito and Kisame ran.

Ducking under collapsing debris, leaping over freshly carved chasms, they moved as fast as their battered bodies would allow.

The roars of destruction behind them never stopped.

Kisame growled through clenched teeth. "Where the hell are the Konoha brats?! I'd rather take my chances fighting them than dealing with this psycho!"

Kaito's perception ability flared, locking onto a faint cluster of chakra signatures. His eyes widened. "There! There's a group ahead!"

Another slash tore through the sky, the impact so strong it sent them both crashing to the ground.

The earth split apart mere inches from where they lay.

They didn't stop.

Scrambling to their feet, they raced toward salvation.

Toward a little red flower.

Author's Note:If you were Kisame, would you rather run or take your chances against Youyu? Be honest!

You said:why does jiraya keep saying the same thing AND GET RID OF THE THIRD GENRATION HOKAge thing just call him hokage also have jiraya say something else

ChatGPT said:Chapter 39: The Little Red Flower of SurvivalThe Forest of Death was no longer a forest—it was a battlefield torn apart by an unstoppable force. Deep scars carved through the land, entire hills were split open, and what was once a dense jungle had been reduced to a wasteland of shattered trees and crumbling rock.

Amidst the chaos, Haneda Kaito and Kisame Hoshigaki pressed themselves against a cracked boulder, struggling to catch their breath. Sweat dripped from their faces, their bodies trembling.

They had laughed at the Konoha genin earlier.

Mocked them for wearing those stupid little red flowers on their foreheads.

Now, they understood.

They weren't a joke.

They were a death exemption.

A lifeline.

A desperate shield against the drunken storm rampaging through the exam.

Kaito's voice was hoarse. "That last one... it cut through a mountain."

Kisame gritted his teeth, his shark-like grin nowhere to be seen. His entire chest throbbed from the deep slash that nearly cut him in half. If he hadn't been pushed aside, he wouldn't be alive.

Now, they were trapped.

"We can't keep dodging," Kaito muttered, forcing his mind to work through the fear. "He's drunk, so his perception is off. He can't lock onto us, so he's just swinging until he hits something."

Kisame wiped the blood from his mouth. "And what's your grand idea? Pray he gets tired?"

Every attack Youyu launched was an execution. No warning, no hesitation—just an unstoppable force carving through the world around him.

This wasn't a battle.

It was a slaughter.

Kaito's fingers dug into the dirt. "We need a little red flower."

Kisame blinked. "What?"

Kaito's breath was shaky. "What did he say before attacking us?"

Kisame's eyes narrowed.

"No little red flower? Then go to hell."

At the time, they had laughed.

Now, the realization settled in like ice in their veins.

The Konoha genin weren't wearing them for fun.

They were wearing them to live.

Kisame clicked his tongue. "So, what? We find a sticker, slap it on our heads, and hope he ignores us?"

"Do you have a better plan?" Kaito snapped. "He can keep swinging forever! Every second we sit here, he's closer to hitting us by accident!"

Silence.

For the first time in his life, Kisame felt trapped.

Not by an enemy force. Not by a superior opponent.

But by the certainty of death.

A roar of energy cracked the air, followed by a new slash that split the land.

The ground beneath them shattered, nearly sending them tumbling into another abyss carved out of the forest floor.

Kaito grabbed Kisame's arm. "This is it. We find a red flower, or we die. Choose."

Kisame hated it.

He hated that he was actually considering it.

But another violent crash echoed through the sky, shaking the very foundation of the land beneath them.

"Fine." Kisame spat blood onto the dirt, eyes burning with frustration. "Let's go get a damn flower."

Konoha's Observation RoomThe once calm and orderly monitoring station had erupted into complete chaos.

"You need to stop this now!"

"This is a massacre!"

"Are you Konoha bastards trying to start a war?!"

Foreign jōnin swarmed the Hokage, their voices thick with panic.

The Hidden Cloud's representative slammed a fist against the table. "We've already lost three of our best! What kind of Chūnin Exam is this?!"

"Where's Orochimaru?!" another jōnin demanded. "He's the proctor, isn't he?! Stop that lunatic before he levels the entire forest!"

Jiraiya crossed his arms, watching the destruction unfold on the screen. His usual carefree expression was gone, replaced by a rare look of disbelief.

"Yeesh..." he muttered. "I knew the kid had a mean swing, but this is overkill."

The Hidden Rain jōnin turned on him, eyes bulging. "Overkill?! This isn't overkill—this is a war crime!"

One of the Hidden Rock representatives gritted his teeth. "Look at the Forest of Death! There's nothing left! Nothing! That monster is still swinging! If this keeps up, there won't be a single foreign shinobi left!"

The Hokage rubbed his temples.

He had expected Youyu to be strong.

He had wanted him to make Konoha look good.

But this was too much.

He turned to the screen.

The Forest of Death was barely recognizable. The once lush trees were reduced to splintered ruins, and the ground was a graveyard of trenches and shattered rock.

And Youyu?

He was still going.

A massive purple-black slash tore through another section of the terrain, carving a fresh canyon into the earth.

The Hokage sighed.

"Damn it, Youyu... you were just supposed to scare them a little."

Back in the Forest of DeathKaito and Kisame ran.

Ducking under falling debris, leaping over gaping chasms, they pushed their battered bodies forward.

The roars of destruction never stopped.

Kisame gritted his teeth. "Where the hell are the Konoha brats?! I'd rather take my chances fighting them than dealing with this lunatic!"

Kaito's perception flared, locking onto a cluster of chakra signatures ahead. His eyes widened. "There! There's a group close by!"

Another slash tore through the air behind them, forcing them both to dive forward as the ground split apart beneath their feet.

Kaito didn't hesitate.

He pulled Kisame up, dragging him forward.

They were almost there.

Almost to salvation.

Almost to a little red flower.

Author's Note:If you were Kisame, would you swallow your pride and go get the red flower, or take your chances dodging Youyu's slashes?