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Konoha: Surpassing Expectations Today, Believe It!

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Travel through the Hokage world, become Naruto, and bind an introversion king system. As long as you get involved, you can become stronger. So Naruto began to embark on a relentless path, choosing to push himself to the limits rather than causing harm to others. Run 100,000 meters? As a taijutsu ninja, if you don't run 500,000 meters every day, how can you claim you're truly exercising? Chūnin Exams? As a Konoha Shinobi, if you don't have at least 10 S-rank jutsus at your disposal, can you really call yourself a Chūnin? Gatekeeper? As a guard, the minimum standard is to possess the strength that makes every member of the Akatsuki organization too fearful to approach! In the auditorium, watching Naruto, who couldn't even embrace all his companions at once, the Konoha young shinobi lay on the ground, trembling: "Naruto! You've already married 18 wives, isn't that enough?"
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