SON OF HASIRAMA-SENJU

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Arata Senju's eyes widened. "What?!"

His father's wooden wall blocked his Human-Woodman Jutsu punch like it was nothing.

How?!

He clenched his fists, feeling his heart pound in frustration. He had designed this jutsu himself, taking inspiration from his father's Wood Golem. But unlike that slow, bulky thing, his Woodman was leaner, more human-like, faster! And yet—his father still blocked it so easily.

Arata gritted his teeth.

"Fine! Then take this—left punch! Right punch! Uppercut! Low kick! Soccer kick!"

He threw everything he had at the wooden wall.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The sound of his attacks echoed through the training ground. Leaves rustled. The ground trembled a little. But the wall…

It held.

Cracks formed, but they weren't enough.

Arata's breath was heavy now. His wooden fists damaged the wall but couldn't break it. His hands ached—not physically, but in frustration. Why? Why was it still standing?

And then—

"Wood Release: Wooden Dome!"

His father's clone, standing inside the wall, suddenly clapped its hands together.

Arata's eyes darted around. The dome started shifting. His stomach sank.

And just like that—

SHLK!

A wooden hand shot out from beneath his Woodman.

"Wha—?"

Before he could react, the wooden hand grabbed his leg. Then another shot out—grabbing his arm.

His blood ran cold.

No way… I know this jutsu…!

This was the same technique his father would one day use to trap the Nine-Tails in battle.

But right now, the one trapped was him.

Damn it… I can't move!

He struggled. His Woodman struggled.

It was stuck.

No matter how much he fought against it, the grip wouldn't break. He was trapped like a rat in a cage.

And then—

Something shifted.

He saw it—another wooden hand rising from the ground, this one glowing slightly.

His breath hitched. Oh no.

Sage Chakra.

This wasn't just any wooden hand. His father was serious now.

It shot toward him—fast.

Arata's mind screamed.

Substitution!

At the last second, he swapped himself out with a log—

BANG!

The wooden hand crushed the log into splinters.

BOOM!

His Woodman collapsed under the force, breaking into nothing.

Arata barely escaped. Barely.

Panting, he landed on a tree branch, looking down at the destruction.

He turned toward his father, glaring. "Dad! Are you trying to kill me?!"

His chest rose and fell quickly, his whole body burning from exhaustion. "Was knocking me out last time not enough?!"

Hashirama crossed his arms, looking up at him with a calm face. "You still have chakra left to talk, son. Why not use it in battle instead?"

Arata scowled.

Hashirama sighed. He looked up at the sky for a moment before speaking again, his voice quieter.

"This world isn't simple, Arata." His expression darkened slightly. "A person can die anytime."

Arata clenched his fists.

"Look at my brothers," Hashirama continued. "They died when they were your age."

Silence.

The night wind blew softly, rustling the trees.

Hashirama's face softened, just a little. He was usually kind. He always smiled. But sometimes—sometimes he had to do this.

Because he didn't want Arata to suffer like his brothers did.

Because he didn't want to lose him his only son.

Hashirama's clone watched his son closely, then nodded.

Good. He's learning.

Even inside the Senju Clan, a ninja had to be prepared. An enemy could strike at any time. If Arata couldn't sense danger now, then how could he survive in the real world?

But Arata's eyes widened. Oh no.

A massive wooden hand shot toward him.

"Water Style: Water Wave!"

Without hesitation, he clapped his hands together. His chakra surged.

Unlike most ninja, he didn't need a water source. Just like Uncle Tobirama, he could pull water straight from the air.

The moisture in the atmosphere twisted and thickened—

And then—

WHOOSH!

A huge wave exploded forward, hot steam rolling off it as it crashed against the wooden hand.

Water surged across the battlefield, spreading in all directions. Within seconds, the area turned into a rushing river. The current was strong—at least 50 km per hour—raging across a 100-meter radius.

Tobirama, standing beside the real Hashirama in the trees, smirked. "Not bad." His sharp eyes gleamed with approval. "Looks like my nephew mastered my water release too."

Hashirama chuckled, watching proudly. "His reaction is good. But I've been using Wood Release long before him… I still have the upper hand."

His gaze sharpened. "If I were just an average jōnin from another clan—even an Uchiha—I'd be dead by now."

The clone leapt onto a tree branch, landing lightly. Across the battlefield, Arata stood on top of the water, chakra keeping him balanced.

Arata inhaled deeply. Then—

"Water Style: Heaven's Cry!"

His chakra surged again.

A moment later, countless water needles shot from his mouth—thin, sharp, and deadly—flying straight toward his father's clone.

The clone reacted instantly.

"Wood Style: Wood Wall!"

A massive wooden barrier rose from the ground.

THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!

The water needles slammed into it, hissing as they began to melt against the wood.

Arata's jaw clenched. Tch.

But the clone wasn't done.

The wood wall shifted—

And then—

"Wood Release: Wood Dragon Technique!"

A massive wooden dragon emerged, twisting into the sky with a loud ROAR!

Hashirama's clone jumped onto its back.

The dragon's wooden eyes locked onto Arata. Its mouth opened wide—

And then it lunged.

Arata's heart pounded.

If I use water chakra now…

His mind raced.

This thing will just absorb it and grow even bigger…

His eyes narrowed.

Damn it. Wood Release is really troublesome.No wonder in OG World timeline Everyone is after his father cell.

Huh… Arata looked at the situation.

 If I think about it… if I use another Water Style, this big dragon will just absorb it and get even bigger.

"So… to match this, I have to use a Water Style on the same level as this dragon. Yeah, I'll do that too," thought Arata Senju.

He quickly made hand signs. This was a technique he had secretly learned by watching his uncle—Water Style: Water Dragon Jutsu!

Water from the battlefield swirled and rose into the sky. It twisted and turned, taking the shape of a giant dragon. The dragon roared as it grew, becoming even bigger than his father's Wood Dragon.

Arata charged forward, his water dragon rushing toward Hashirama's Wood Dragon. Both dragons clashed, roaring as their bodies smashed against each other.

Hashirama's clone reacted quickly. With a flick of his hands, he used Tree Vault Jutsu, warping himself inside a dome of thick wooden branches.

As expected, Arata's water dragon couldn't break through.

"Water Clone Jutsu! Sealing Technique: Diamond Seal!" Arata shouted.

He wasn't a Jōnin yet, but he wasn't just a Chūnin either. He was somewhere in between.

Behind him, golden chakra chains burst out, wrapping around his water clone as well. With a swift motion, he sent the chains flying toward the Wood Dragon, binding it tightly.

The seal took effect. The Wood Dragon was trapped, its power transferred into the nearby water.

"Not bad… but let's go further," Arata smirked. "Illusion: Darkness Technique!"

Sensing danger, Hashirama's clone jumped off the Wood Dragon and dispelled it before the illusion could take hold.

Arata's eyes widened. "What?! Father already countered it?! Damn it! How did I forget? My uncle created this jutsu, so of course, Father knows how to deal with it!"

"Shit, shit! Water Style: Water Bullet Jutsu!"

Arata spun in place, firing water bullets in all directions—Bang! Bang! Bang! Water cannons shot out, surrounding him in a barrier like the Hyūga clan's Absolute Defense.

"Wood Style: Wood Prison Jutsu," Hashirama's clone said calmly.

Instantly, thick trees burst from the ground, wrapping around Arata's feet. But these trees were different—they moved like they were alive, dodging his water bullets and twisting toward him.

Before he could react, they bound him tightly.

"Damn it!" Arata struggled.

But he wasn't out yet. "Water Style: Water Prison Jutsu!"

A second later, a water clone emerged from beneath Hashirama's clone and trapped him inside a swirling sphere of water.

Hashirama's clone didn't panic. He calmly pulled out the sword from his back and slashed the water clone apart in a single, precise strike.

Arata's eyes widened. "Oh god… That was badass! He just cut it like nothing!"

"No choice, then!" He clenched his fists. Blue chakra swirled around his palm, growing bigger and bigger.

"Dad! Try my new jutsu!BIG BALL RASENGAN " Arata grinned.

"Water Style: Water Body Flicker Technique!"Shouted Arata Clone