According to normal plot development, barring unforeseen circumstances, Tobirama Senju should have lived until after Konoha Village's founding, alongside his invincible older brother.
But as they say, there were no unexpected events until there were.
And Jordan Evans was definitely an unexpected event.
Although he hadn't interfered with this world's normal development yet, he was still here. According to parallel world theory, every time a dimensional traveler breathed the fresh air of a new world, that world's future was already completely different.
Similar to the butterfly effect.
After cleaning up the picnic area, Jordan Evans decided to get to work.
Senju camp.
"Halt! Who goes there!"
A strangely dressed, tall figure gradually approached. The Senju guard who'd been watching closely stepped forward instantly, wielding kunai in one hand and ninja sword in the other. His face showed wariness mixed with surprise.
That man was so tall!
"This is a military camp. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to approach!"
The ninja world was located on an island nation. Average height was correspondingly modest. Men standing 1.7 or 1.8 meters could be described as robust and strong. So encountering a standard muscular man like Jordan Evans at 1.95 meters was genuinely shocking.
Jordan spread his hands to show he carried no weapons, speaking gently. "I know the rules, of course. But young man, I have important information to deliver to Lord Senju Butsuma of your noble clan. Please inform him."
The young Senju guard ninja was taken aback. "What information for the clan leader?"
"This is a very important matter, so I cannot tell you."
The guard's mind raced. Why would he lead a stranger of unknown origin to see the clan leader for no reason? What if the other party couldn't produce useful information? Wouldn't he be in trouble?
Having made up his mind, the ninja gripped his katana with his right hand, gradually increasing pressure. Just as the guard prepared to act, the man opposite spoke.
"Your next words will be: 'Nonsense! Surrender now!'"
"Nonsense! Surrender now... What?!"
The Senju guard gathered chakra, preparing to activate dash and unleash a fatal blow. He instinctively shouted out, then stumbled, terrified.
He actually read my mind? What kind of ninjutsu is that?!
Jordan's expression mirrored the shock. "He actually read my mind? What kind of ninjutsu is that?!"
The two voices said the exact same thing. The guard was so shocked he couldn't speak. The other party truly possessed the ability to see through hearts!
Jordan's feigned surprise was remarkably effective!
"Hey, if you ask me, don't make things difficult for yourself. It's not hard to just let them know, is it?" Jordan's tone remained gentle. "Trust me, if I had real malice, I would've already barged in."
Strong muscles and tall stature naturally possessed persuasive power. But this was the ninja world. Jordan decided to do as the Romans do, releasing only a trace of his perfectly concealed chakra aura.
Spiderweb cracks appeared in the ground beneath their feet. The incomparably powerful chakra formed a shockwave that surged skyward!
In a fleeting instant, even the seasoned Senju guard was so frightened by Jordan's massive chakra that he took a half-step back. His clothes soaked with cold sweat instantly.
The Senju camp shook. Many ninjas rushed from their tents, looking toward the source of the massive chakra emission.
"Such powerful chakra!"
"Is it an enemy?"
In the central command tent, two Senju elders suddenly stood.
The enormous, out-of-specification chakra appearing at the camp's outskirts surpassed even the clan's top veteran level by their standards. A truly exceptional amount.
Ninjas of this caliber had reached their era's pinnacle. In the ninja village era, they'd be called Kage-level. In the Warring States period: clan chief-level.
"Clan leader..."
The two Senju elders remaining at camp turned to look at Senju Butsuma, who sat calmly in the main tent. A strong ninja's attack range was extraordinary. With that level of chakra reaction, once an assault launched, most of the camp could be severely damaged!
The consequences were unimaginable!
"Wait. Calm down."
At this critical moment, Senju Butsuma finally spoke.
His condition was no better than after battle. His bare upper body was covered in wounds. Apart from red, tender knife wounds gradually healing, most injuries were burn marks from fire-style techniques—shocking to behold. His right shoulder to left ribs were wrapped in medical bandages, faint blood seeping from waist and abdomen.
Judging by injuries alone, the two clan leaders of Senju and Uchiha were evenly matched.
Their fighting style was a benchmark of the times. Put simply: overwhelming brute force to the extreme.
The Warring States period's protagonists were written as ninjas but fought as warriors, emphasizing bloodshed and brutal close combat. Ninjutsu and genjutsu served mostly as auxiliary techniques in battles between top-tier fighters. Completely different from later eras' overpowered characters with collapsed power scaling who were written as ninjas but fought as mages.
As if he weren't the injured one, Senju Butsuma didn't care about his wounds at all. He reached for the coat beside him and put it on.
He fastened his waistband, and with a slight palm press, stopped the two elders from immediately investigating.
Though he looked young, the majesty of a clan leader and the oppressive aura of a top-tier ninja were unmistakable.
The two Senju elders were overwhelmed by their leader's presence. After exchanging glances, they calmed.
Seeing this, Senju Butsuma spoke in a deep voice. "There's another chakra reaction next to that unfamiliar one. It should be Yura on duty today, correct?"
The elder named Senju Shin, mainly responsible for camp defense and logistics, immediately nodded. "That's right. Today the camp's defense is being handled by young Yura."
"Yes." Senju Butsuma continued. "Yura grew up with me. He's meticulous and clever. Since he's unharmed, it means the newcomer won't make a move for now."
"Then let's wait and see what he's after."
"Yes, patriarch!"
Outside the camp.
Locked onto by the pure, vast chakra of the man before him, Senju Yura felt sweat beading on his forehead. His knuckles stiffened. He dared not move an inch.
Bitter taste filled his mouth. Encountering an enemy of this caliber on his very first day managing camp defense? His luck was truly terrible.
What if it really wasn't an enemy?
The suggestion the stranger had made earlier suddenly echoed in his mind. Senju Yura was stunned.
Yes, why make things difficult for himself!
Since he couldn't win no matter what, why not go back and inform the clan leader, as suggested?
Better than being beaten to death outside the camp, right?
As for the reputation of the "Number One Clan in the Ninja World," that was a matter for the clan leader to worry about. What did it have to do with him, Senju Yura, a mere ordinary jonin just recently promoted?
He lowered his blade slightly.