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087 Naruto Mobile Game
🕑 Added 2025-12-17 22:43:38 +0000 UTC[Uzumaki Naruto]The organization gathers again, everyone appearing atop the Hokage Rock, each person unusually serious.
The current time is 7 p.m. One hour later, the cross-server Organization Dominion Tournament will kick off.
And the preview from the past two days also went live in the Ninja Mobile Game today, bringing a wave of updates.
That is to say, to avoid any information gaps, it was necessary for them to familiarize themselves with the new ninja.
"Ten-pull… huh? It came out?"
Naruto blankly turned his head left and right to look at everyone, then lowered his head to look at his phone.
The very first ten-pull produced a ninja. How should this luck be judged?
"This— it actually dropped a full card?!"
Everyone stared at Naruto's phone. The illustration of [Hatake Kakashi · Mangekyō Sharingan] on the screen was glaringly eye-catching.
Seeing their looks of disbelief, Naruto wore a smug expression. He'd said it before—his luck wasn't bad at all.
"Enough. Hurry up and get familiar with the ninja. If you really care about winning, you wouldn't be showing off," Sasuke said indifferently.
"What?! Sasuke, you bastard! I still haven't settled the score with you for defecting from Konoha!" Naruto shouted angrily.
"So what." Sasuke snorted coldly.
The latest chapter of the story had also been updated. Sasuke chose to leave Konoha with the Sound Ninja and head to Orochimaru.
Even though former companions tried their best to stop him along the way, even risking their lives, they ultimately failed. At the Valley of the End, Naruto was defeated by Sasuke.
Sasuke himself could naturally understand the version of himself in the story, but since he was still here now, there wasn't much he could say.
"I'm telling you, if you dare do that again, I..." Naruto clenched his teeth, the image of that ferocious giant fox flashing through his mind.
If it really came to that point, then even if he had to give his body to the Nine-Tails, he would still stop Sasuke.
He absolutely would not watch Sasuke leave!
"Alright, there's no need to get hung up on things that haven't happened," Kakashi said, patting Naruto on the head. "And Sasuke won't do that anymore, right?"
Meeting everyone's gazes—among them his own mother, Mikoto—Sasuke felt a bit awkward and turned his head to the side.
He still didn't say anything, which instead felt like tacit agreement.
Off to the side, Shikamaru watched the group, feeling rather helpless inside. Who could predict that kind of future, no matter how high their IQ?
He glanced sideways. Choji was still eating potato chips, just at a much faster pace now, while Ino wore a complicated expression.
Why not put the story after the tournament ends? Wasn't this affecting organizational harmony right now?
Speaking of the organization, in the server finals they had lost to the Hokage organization.
But being able to qualify for cross-server competition already counted as incredible luck.
The victory conditions for the Organization Dominion Tournament equaled number of participants + leader order + combat power + operations + luck. Truly, timing, terrain, and human harmony all had to align.
Because combat power was a factor, there wasn't much room for tactical manipulation.
Tactic 1: low power feeds high power—simply put, use low-power members to burn through the opponent's high-power attempts.
Tactic 2: high power consumes mid power. But if overall power lagged behind, then only those with strong technical skill could be sent in.
To accomplish the above, fine micromanagement of troop deployment was needed, along with calculating the opponent's positions.
And when the opponent changed positions, they had to adapt on the fly, selecting the most suitable member to face the enemy.
As the strategist, Shikamaru had to do this. He believed his father would be the same.
But at the same time, he was also a core general of the organization, bearing the mission of taking on many opponents alone.
Should this be called misfortune or fortune, in such a special version that got cursed at every day.
Because of the existence of those ninja that had never been nerfed, it instead increased the success rate of low-power organizations defeating high-power ones.
That was—
Ninja strength + player skill!
If getting touched meant death, then just don't get touched. And to achieve that, version-dominant ninja were enough.
Then someone would ask, ah, do only you know how to pick them? Don't others know how?
Hey, that's exactly why there's a skill element!
When you boil it down like this, doesn't it just evolve into a typical dominant-ninja civil war in the duel arena?
Maybe this was the last chance. Shikamaru thought silently to himself.
A combat power gap of tens of thousands could be handled this way. If the gap was much larger, even the gods would have no solution.
That was why, in this inaugural Organization Dominion Tournament, they were allowed to participate and attempt to seize that final possibility of victory.
Time flew by, and cross-server mode opened!
Entering the event page looked similar to the local server, and the champions and runners-up from each server—a total of 32 organizations—had already completed their grouping.
Including the nations of Fire, Wind, Lightning, Earth, Water, Rain, Sound, Grass, Iron, and others.
In the past, during ninja world wars, there was no place for small nations at all. Now these small nations could at least join in the excitement.
Even though, with high probability, they wouldn't make it past the first round.
[Uzumaki Naruto]defeated[Grass Group One]
[Akatsuki One]defeated[Lord of the Land of Hot Water]
[Iron Country Samurai]defeated[Land of Birds Two]
[Name of Iwagakure]defeated[Takigakure]
[Lightning]defeated[Iron Country Warriors]
[Sound One]defeated[Frostfall Country]
[Bear Star Country]defeated[River Country]
Battle reports scrolled upward one after another. A rough glance showed that those eliminated were all small nations.
This didn't surprise the audience at all and was perfectly normal. After all, for small nations, being able to enter cross-server play just to grab some rewards was already pretty good.
Before long, most of the 32-to-16 matches were finished.
Although they were mostly one-sided stomps, the audience had a great time watching—especially after seeing the organizations representing their own countries win.
[Cross-Server Channel]
[Thunderous Might: Hahahaha! As expected of the Raikage-sama, clean and decisive!]
[Rock Circle Man: Tch! Clearly it was the Tsuchikage-sama who won faster, okay? And you still have the nerve to brag about yourself?]
[Crocodile in the Mist: Shut up! You crude people of Iwagakure!]
[Nameless Sound Ninja: Our Sound Ninja aren't bad either. Of course, all of this is thanks to our leader-sama.]
[Konoha Seirokawa: Stop arguing. Champion and runner-up can only belong to my Konoha.]
[Sweet Potato: Speaking of which, aside from the Hokage-sama, isn't there also Uzumaki Naruto?]
[Bookstore Owner: What are you talking about? That kid Naruto can win too—I think it'll work!]
[Big Kakugaku: I think so too.]
[Hidden in the Rain: Our Amegakure isn't bad either, okay!]
[Flame: Where? I flipped through all 32 organizations and didn't see a single one with the Rain title?]
"Hmph! Boring!"
Deidara turned off the public screen. No one was even discussing art—what was there to watch?
He turned his head and saw that Kisame and the others were still fighting while holding their phones, which immediately piqued his curiosity.
"You guys aren't done yet?" Deidara asked.
"Don't butt in!" Sasori suddenly stopped Deidara, telling him to check the battles himself.
Deidara opened his phone and flipped through for a while, skipping over Akatsuki One where he was, and found Akatsuki Two.
"The opponent… is the Hokage?!"
Pain, Konan, Deidara, Sasori, and Tobi's Akatsuki One group had already won, but Itachi, Kisame, Kakuzu, Hidan, and Zetsu's Akatsuki Two group ran into a powerful enemy in the very first round.
Led by the Third Hokage, composed of Konoha's top experts and funded by ninja clans, it was hailed as the strongest organization.
As if they weren't also a coalition of the strong themselves!
