Konoha

"Tell me, Hanma Yujiro," Iroh began in a tone tinged with sincerity, "does this 'Mr. Unchained' you speak of refer to the same individual you described earlier?

The one who defied odds and has very muscular body?"

Hanma Yujiro's gaze met Iroh's.

"Indeed, it is the same person."

Iroh's smile held a blend of nostalgia and unwavering determination.

"Your sentiment is not lost on me, my friend.

Nevertheless, I have charted my own course—one aligned with the village and all its people."

Hanma Yujiro's grin persisted, embodying a playful spirit.

"Hm, well, continue along with your chosen path, Iroh.

Don't cry when I'll defeat later."

Iroh laughed, his gaze locking with Hanma Yujiro's.

"Hahaha, I'll remember to keep up my training then my friend.

So what do you wanna do now?"

Hanma Yujiro's grin become wider, "I will go to Konoha."

Iroh smile faded, "You wanted to fight with Hashirama and Madara? Are you insane!?"

"Did you just looked down on me!?" Hanma Yujiro's hair flared up along with his anger.

"Calm down Hanma Yujiro!

I just wanted to remind you that they can kill me and decimate this village in just 10 seconds!

They're on a whole other level compared to me!"

Hanma Yujiro seems to calm down, "Huh, I am Hanma Yujiro! Shinobi God or not, their title is worthless until I saw them with my own eyes."

"Well, I suppose it's a lost cause for me if you talk like that." Iroh sighed then asked Hanma Yujiro.

"When you'll depart to Konoha?"

"Soon enough, I owe you one Iroh.

Just send a raven or whatever animal you use to communicate to me if you wanted help."

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As the sun began its descent, painting the firmament with hues of tangerine and rose, Hanma Yujiro and Iroh raised their glasses in a final tribute to their encounter.

The flames within the chamber danced in synchrony with the evening zephyr, mirroring the connection forged between them.

With a knowing exchange of looks, Hanma Yujiro bid his farewell.

"Remember, Iroh, the mantle of the Kage of Tea Village—keep the fervor ablaze within your heart.

I will observe how you flourish this tiny village."

Iroh raised his cup in a salute, his lips adorned with a genial smile.

"And as for you, Hanma Yujiro, continue to exude the brilliance of unwavering strength."

Hanma walk towards the gate, "Hahaha, so long Iroh!"

As they went their separate ways, their journeys branching out in new directions, the feeling of their meeting hung in the peaceful air of the Tea Village.

The Kage of Land of Tea and the Ogre exchanged more than just punches; they had shared a moment that would always be remembered in the stories of their own adventures.

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Under the open sky of the shinobi world, Hanma Yujiro embarked on a journey that would lead him towards the bustling heart of the Land of Fire—Konohagakure.

With the thrill of good battle propelling him forward, he left the Land of Tea behind.

Hanma Yujiro's journey was quite smooth.

As the warring state is over and all lands seems to usher in newfound peace, there's lack of bandits of sort.

His footsteps carried him across landscapes that ranged from rolling meadows to dense forests.

The first day of his journey saw the sun painting the horizon with strokes of gold and amber.

Hanma Yujiro's steps were brisk as he set his sights on the path ahead.

Along the way, his keen senses led him to the scent of prey, a deer—an opportunity to fill his stomach.

With a predator's grace, he engaged in a hunt, his movements fluid and precise.

"It's been quite a while from my last hunt...it seems I need to scare the shit of Fire Daimyo to live the life that I had before."

By the time night cast its velvety blanket over the world, Hanma Yujiro had found shelter within a cavern nestled against the craggy face of a mountain.

A small fire flickered, casting shadows on the cave walls as he roasted his catch.

The aroma of cooked meat mingled with the cool night air, creating a sensory symphony that resonated within him.

As he savored his meal, his thoughts turned inward.

The moonlight filtering through the cave's entrance illuminated his form.

He settled into a comfortable position, allowing his mind to become still.

Closing his eyes, Hanma Yujiro engaged in a practice he had honed over the years—an internal scan of his body.

With practiced awareness, he traversed through his physical being, noting the subtle nuances that defined his strength.

His mind's eye lingered on the details that marked the difference between his old body and his current one—the youthful vitality, the potential for growth, and the unfamiliarity of it all.

His senses danced along the contours of his muscles, tracing the lines that had once been etched through countless battles.

The rhythm of his heartbeat, the ebb and flow of chakra, were both weird but exciting at the same time.

He marveled at the synergy between his martial prowess and the chakra that flowed within him.

Deep inside a quiet cave, Hanma Yujiro took a moment to think about his body, the amazing tool that had helped him overcome many tough times in his life.

After his thoughtful moment, he looked outside and saw the moon's soft light everywhere.

He couldn't help but grin.

He said to himself in a hushed voice, "The changes...I think my Hanma Bloodline become a kekkei genkai."

His words were like a secret that floated in the calm night.

"The crying demon seems to etch in all of my...cell?

I heard Baki has a Demon Brain and now I have it as well.

Pft, as if that kid got something that I didn't have, hahahaha!

For now, I've got the Demon Back, Demon Skull and Brain but I think there is more to it than just these three."

Hanma Yujiro thoughts linger for a while.

"And I know that now this isn't chakra per se...or it's chakra but mine is different from Iroh's, I can feel it.

Iroh's chakra is blue, while mine is crimson.

This isn't just random, I believe his people also have blue chakra.

I'll get the answer soon, Shinobi God or not, they must have some knowledge to become that strong."

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With his body rejuvenated by the night's rest and his spirit rekindled by the journey ahead, Hanma Yujiro resumed his travels at dawn.

Days turned into weeks as he navigated through a lot of landscapes.

He encountered wildlife, traversed rivers, and sought refuge within the caverns or caves.

Throughout his journey, he tried to control his 'chakra' to made them his but his control hit a plateau, it seems that there's something he's missing.

Until a month later, he arrived at Konoha!