In Sha Nin Village, the Fourth Kazekage, Rasa, turned pale.
The Dried Persimmon Ghost Shark—killed in one blow.
One strike…
A shadow-level powerhouse, erased instantly.
Even with more than a dozen shadow-level shinobi beside him, the Ghost Shark didn't even leave behind a complete corpse.
Terrifying!
Rasa, unlike the others, had fought him before. He knew how strong the Ghost Shark was.
This was the man who could summon waterfalls in the desert.
A man who had fought Rasa to a standstill in his own terrain—then retreated completely unscathed. His power was beyond ordinary Kage.
And now? Slain in one hit by a space-based attack?
It meant he himself couldn't survive such a strike.
Fear gripped Rasa as he looked back at the screen above—his eyes filled with dread.
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[Please consciously maintain discipline in the examination room.]
As the massive floating text faded, a strange force surged through the air.
Everyone from the Akatsuki organization tensed—their bodies flickering momentarily as they instinctively leapt away.
Then, it appeared.
A heart.
Floating mid-air, pumping rhythmically. Powerful. Alive.
With each beat, blood vessels emerged, followed by tissues and meridians—quickly forming a humanoid figure.
A being of blood.
No flesh. No skin. Just pulsing veins and a blood-red shape—twisting, terrifying.
"Could it be…" someone whispered.
The Akatsuki members stared, their faces pale.
Blood and gore scattered across the ground suddenly lifted and flowed toward the forming body, attracted by an invisible force.
They stood frozen—shocked. Speechless.
Their skin crawled. Their blood felt like ice.
If they moved, they'd erupt in goosebumps.
This wasn't ninjutsu.
This was…
Godlike.
"God! My God!"
Hidan dropped to his knees, arms wide, eyes wild with reverence.
This ritual of flesh—this sacred reconstruction of a body—made his own grotesque rites look like child's play.
He trembled violently, chanting incoherently like a mad priest.
Then, without hesitation, he drew the ritual blade from his chest.
He severed his limbs.
Blood poured.
A ritual circle formed.
His skin grayed. His body shriveled—yet his eyes glowed brighter than ever, as if he had seen the truth.
As the Ghost Shark's body was reconstructed and Hidan completed his grotesque sacrament, silence fell across the entire shinobi world.
Especially the great villages.
They had miscalculated. Grossly underestimated this strange space.
They thought they'd accounted for everything.
They thought Akatsuki was dangerous, but manageable.
But this?
Reversal of death.
Temporal rewinds.
Limbs restored instantly.
These weren't just high-level jutsu. They were violations of natural law.
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"Izanagi!"
Danzo's voice cut through the silence as the Dried Persimmon Ghost Shark was resurrected.
His theory clicked.
The answer to Question Two: Uchiha Obito.
Obito—secret leader of Akatsuki.
Obito—descendant of Uchiha Madara.
And this space? It had to be…
Madara's Mangekyō ability.
The records didn't mention such a power. But that meant nothing.
Even a pig trained for years could learn new tricks—let alone Madara.
Now it made sense!
Madara had supported Itachi's Konoha coup to collect Sharingan!
He harvested Sharingan not just for strength—but to power this space.
And in the entire ninja world, only one jutsu could manipulate time:
Izanagi!
Danzo sneered internally.
Madara… you met your match in me!
"Izanagi—the Uchiha's forbidden technique!" Danzo declared.
Sarutobi Hiruzen blinked, stunned.
"Izanagi?"
He remembered the scrolls—an ability that sacrifices a Sharingan to rewrite reality itself.
But the Uchiha clan was nearly extinct.
Only a few remained: Itachi, Sasuke, Kakashi… and Obito.
Hiruzen wanted to dismiss Danzo's claim. But the truth was undeniable.
He sighed deeply, feeling older than ever.
This space—this mystery—it wasn't over.
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"He's resurrected."
Chiyo of Sunagakure stated calmly.
Beside her, Ebizō nodded with squinted eyes. "Yes. He's back."
Luo Sha's lips twitched.
Now is not the time for stoic commentary!
He had invited these two veterans hoping they'd help control the situation.
Instead, they'd come in, glanced at the chaos, and muttered:
"Oh, look. Sasori's over there."
"Hm. Seems he's doing fine."
What the hell?!
He wanted to scream. He wanted to tear them apart.
But he couldn't.
Their status was too high. Their abilities too dangerous.
What Luo Sha didn't know… was that both elders also had ways to resurrect the dead.
Though, with significant cost.
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"I… I'm alive?"
The Dried Persimmon Ghost Shark stared at his hands in disbelief.
He remembered everything.
The strike.
The agony.
Being reduced to nothing.
Why… was he still here?
Behind him, the bandaged Samehada sword trembled violently—its wrappings fluttering as if terrified.
Even it seemed to shiver.
"What… happened?" he whispered.
Everyone kept their distance.
As if he were a beast.
"You died!" Scorpion answered, his voice trembling.
Impossible.
His current body—Fei Liuhu—was a puppet. Puppets don't tremble.
Unless…
The puppet master is shaking.
"But… but you're alive again!" Deidara stammered, palms twitching.
Even Pain, Obito, Itachi—they all stared, shaken to the core.
Xiao Nan's hand covered her mouth, wide-eyed.
Then, a realization struck her like lightning.
Resurrection…
True resurrection.