Naruto:Reborn into Naruto world with five wishes[Hashirama template]

The sun was barely up, and I was already standing alone at Training Ground Seven, scroll in hand. Not just any scroll. This was the advanced Wood Release scroll Tsunade had granted me access to. The moment I broke its seal, I could feel a strange surge of reverence—this wasn't just another list of jutsu. This was the legacy of Hashirama Senju.

I unrolled it carefully, eyes scanning the content with silent anticipation.

Wood Release: Tree of Fight – B-Rank

Wood Release: Great Forest Burial – B-Rank

Wood Release: Great Binding Spear Tree – A-Rank

Wood Style Hidden Jutsu: Deep Forest Emergence – A-Rank

Wood Style: Great Wood Dragon Jutsu – S-Rank

Hokage-Style Sixty-Year-Old Technique—Kakuan Entering Society with Bliss-Bringing Hands – S-Rank

I blinked, pausing on the last one.

"Bliss-Bringing Hands," huh? A mouthful of a name, but I knew what it meant. That jutsu had been developed to subdue and control tailed beasts. A delicate and dangerous art—even Hashirama used it sparingly. It was chakra-intensive, precise, and reserved for absolute emergencies.

Still, my excitement wasn't focused on that.

The moment my eyes landed on Tree of Fight and Great Binding Spear Tree, a grin tugged at my lips. These two… these were perfect. Flexible. Violent. Fast. They aligned perfectly with the kind of combat style I was cultivating.

Tree of Fight summoned a sharp, spear-like tree trunk from thin air. Not from the ground—from nothing. The sheer speed and unpredictability of it made it ideal for assassination or open warfare. The Great Binding Spear Tree, on the other hand, generated massive spears laced with chakra-embedded roots. It had defensive and offensive application, especially if I layered it with battlefield control.

I exhaled sharply, already envisioning the battlefield.

Hundreds of enemies charging toward me. I don't move. I don't flinch. And then—

Dozens of spears erupt into the sky from nowhere. A storm of wooden death. The first wave is impaled before they realize what's happening. The rest? Bound. Dragged underground. A massacre, swift and clean.

That was my vision.

I hadn't forgotten the final scroll sealed deep within the Senju compound—hidden away for good reason. That scroll held the true S-rank and Sage Art techniques of Wood Release. Only someone who had mastered Senjutsu could even hope to survive attempting them.

Which meant I had more work to do.

Still, for now, I had a plan. I'd already merged and modified jutsu before—back when I killed that Root jonin. This time, I wanted to go even further. I'd merge Great Forest Burial and Great Binding Spear Tree, combining their abilities into one devastating area-of-effect jutsu.

A forest would erupt around me, each tree bristling with barbed roots and piercing branches. Some enemies would be skewered immediately. Others would be bound, crushed, and buried alive. And with the addition of Tree of Fight, I could also send aerial spears from above for a final layer of chaos.

A new jutsu. Something original.

An S-rank creation born from A- and B-rank components.

Eventually, I'd go even further. I'd stop seeing these jutsu as separate techniques and instead view them as elements of a single art: Total Wood Manipulation. No hand signs. No wasted movement. Just thought-to-action. If I imagine a wall of trees to protect, it should rise. If I think of a spear, it should fire. Roots should burst from the earth just because I will it.

That's the goal.

Of course, the S-rank techniques—especially anything Sage Art related—would have to wait. Even with a perfect Sage Body, Senjutsu still required its own form of mastery. I couldn't shortcut that. Merging with natural energy was only the beginning. I'd have to train, meditate, and adapt.

But first… I had a jutsu to master.

I unsealed a practice dummy and stepped back.

"Let's begin with Tree of Fight."

A sharp inhale. I gathered chakra—not just in my feet or hands, but in the air around me. I pictured a jagged trunk forming in mid-air, tip-first. Then I visualized it launching forward with brutal speed.

Boom.

A wooden spear manifested and slammed into the dummy, splintering it in half and embedding itself into the training post behind it. It was still too heavy—too chakra-costly. I could feel the drain.

That's why I created ten shadow clones immediately. Training efficiency.

By sunset, my real body absorbed everything they'd learned. Sweat coated my skin, but my chakra reserves remained strong. Strength of a Hundred Seal had started to activate on its own—just a trickle, but enough.

Now, the jutsu obeyed me with half the chakra cost and twice the sharpness.

I tested it again.

The tree spear burst from the air, cracked through two stone targets, and buried itself several feet into the ground. The sheer force of it was enough to level a man—or ten.

I stared at it.

"If that had been a person…"

They would've disappeared—nothing left but blood and dust.

I nodded slowly.

Progress.

The war was coming. I could feel it. In whispers, in the tension of the air. Before then… I needed to be unstoppable.

And this was only the beginning.