All Heavens: Pick Up Cards Starting From Naruto

Morning training had barely begun when Might Guy completed his warm-up, sprinting around the entire perimeter of Konoha.

Although only fourteen years old, Guy had long since earned the rank of chunin.

If he were to go all out, his combat ability would surpass even Kakashi's.

By Chen Tian's estimate, Guy was not far from achieving the rank of jonin!

Such thoughts flitted through Chen Tian's mind as he recovered his strength. Once he felt ready, he dusted off his clothes and set off toward Minato's house.

The setting sun painted the horizon with hues of orange and red, signaling that it was time to head home.

The fourth training ground lay on the outskirts of Konoha, far from its bustling center. The growing twilight deepened the solitude, and Chen Tian noticed that he was entirely alone.

"Tsk, tsk. This feels like the part in a novel where the protagonist gets ambushed," he muttered, glancing warily at the woods flanking the trail.

His eyes gleamed with anticipation.

After all, an ambush would mean he truly had the aura of a protagonist.

But as the minutes passed, his cautious optimism waned. After walking more than ten meters, he reached the edge of the woods, stepping into an open clearing.

Disappointment settled in his chest.

"Am I really not the protagonist?" he sighed.

Chen Tian made it home without incident, his earlier excitement replaced by frustration.

Deep within the woods he had just left behind, a low voice murmured, "Are all Konoha's children this sharp?"

Back at Minato's house, Chen Tian was barely through the door when Kushina announced, "Xiaotian, the ninja academy starts in a few days. Minato and I have already signed you up."

"Okay, I get it," he mumbled with resignation.

Seeing Chen Tian's defeated demeanor, Minato couldn't resist teasing him. "Once the war's over, you'll have to stay in the academy for six whole years before you graduate!"

Minato's attempt at a solemn expression crumbled under his barely suppressed laughter, leaving Chen Tian completely exasperated. Without another word, he retreated to his bedroom.

Lying on his bed, Chen Tian stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Are they kidding me? Going to ninja school at this point?"

His mind raced with frustration. Kakashi, Asuma, and Kurenai had all graduated due to the war. The twelve future Konoha shinobi were yet to be born.

As for Uchiha Itachi, he was only three years old and still waddling around in diapers.

"This means my classmates will all be cannon fodder!"

Chen Tian groaned audibly, his irritation mounting.

"Without any geniuses to compete against, how am I supposed to pick up decent cards?"

But the reality of Konoha's rigid rules left him no room to maneuver. The Third Hokage's leadership wouldn't allow for exceptions, and Minato and Kushina's insistence left him little choice.

As frustration bubbled inside him, Chen Tian sat up, rubbing his chin in thought.

"The Nine-Tails attack is only two years away. I can't just stand by and watch Minato and Kushina…"

Determination flickered in his eyes.

"But where can I find enough combat experience to prepare? Without war, how do I fight?"

Suddenly, inspiration struck, and he clapped his hands. "That's it—I'll dream it!"

Relieved by his newfound plan, Chen Tian lay back down, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. He drifted into a vivid dream.

In his dream, Chen Tian envisioned hosting the first-ever Konoha Martial Arts Championship in the village square.

The grand prize? A staggering ten million ryo—enough to buy one-third of Sarutobi Asuma's iconic cigarettes.

The announcement sent shockwaves through Konoha. Ninjas from every corner of the village eagerly signed up, each vying for the title of strongest.

Even the Hokage himself, Sarutobi Hiruzen, couldn't resist joining the fray.

By the time the tournament's decisive battles arrived, Chen Tian stood as an unparalleled force. His strength was such that he single-handedly defeated both Sarutobi Hiruzen and Minato in a dramatic two-on-one showdown, claiming the title of Konoha's mightiest ninja.

Golden cards rained down around him like confetti, their gleaming surfaces burying him in a treasure trove of attributes and skills.

In the waking world, Chen Tian's face bore a blissful smile, a trail of drool pooling on his pillow.

The next morning, Chen Tian bolted out of bed, skipping breakfast entirely. His goal was clear—he would inspect Konoha and prepare for the future.