"Naruto: My Ninja Skills"Chapter 189: God Tree, Please Respond
"Sage, what are you talking about?"
The nameless chieftain observed the horrified expression on Yūshin's face and instinctively retreated several steps.
But at this moment, Yūshin had no mind to answer the man's question.
Under normal circumstances, the raw materials the God Tree—or rather, Ōtsutsuki Kaguya—used to produce the first batch of White Zetsu should have been ordinary humans. But from this moment forward, if Yūshin spread chakra in this world before the Sage of Six Paths, it would mean a group of ninja would become the raw materials for the first batch of White Zetsu... According to Yūshin's simple understanding, the better the raw materials, the higher the potential product quality.
In other words, this batch of "ninja White Zetsu" might appear no different from others, but they would have a much greater chance of surviving into the future... Superior quality, longer shelf life, higher survival rate—the logic seemed sound.
Precisely because of this, the younger Yūshin in the future could encounter such excellent "experience packs." But these "experience packs" weren't obtained without cost—the price had to be paid by Yūshin here and now... There truly was no such thing as a free lunch in this world.
But honestly, Yūshin had no complaints, since he was essentially working for himself.
In fact, to ensure his future self could become the "White Zetsu-Man," Yūshin now had to spread chakra as extensively as possible, living a working life even more exhausting than the notorious 996 schedule.
The people living here were rather pitiful—though they possessed the will to resist, they still couldn't escape the fate of becoming White Zetsu... Even though they called Yūshin a sage, in reality he was merely an ordinary ninja. With his current strength, how could he possibly oppose the God Tree?
Moreover, compared to worrying about these ordinary people's fate, Yūshin was actually more concerned about his own destiny...
After arranging "White Zetsu experience packs" for his younger self, what about his current self? What kind of life would he face?
Since he couldn't resist the God Tree, should he attempt to contact Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo and Hamura in advance?
But "contact" was easier said than done. Setting aside trust issues between strangers, theoretically the Ōtsutsuki brothers should be staying with their mother before their eventual falling-out.
More importantly, no one could determine Kaguya's current state. Not pregnant? Pregnant? Nursing?
Was there sufficient milk?
You see, very few people ever consider Mother Kaguya's breastfeeding situation.
Such intelligence couldn't possibly be gathered from ordinary people. According to this chieftain's account, their enemy was a "deity"—how could mortals know divine affairs?
Speaking of which, Ōtsutsuki Kaguya was even purer than the Virgin Mary. At least Mary had a boyfriend, but Kaguya was truly "conceived through feeling"—a new-age woman who needed no man's assistance to bear children.
The Ōtsutsuki brothers were less "conceived" than "grafted" or "spliced" into existence.
In this era, chakra hadn't spread at all—it remained the exclusive "privileged energy" of the Ōtsutsuki. If Yūshin appeared near the God Tree, he would almost certainly be captured immediately... He couldn't expect the Mayfly Technique to deceive the God Tree and Kaguya—that would be far too optimistic.
This situation left no room for regret. A single misstep would mean eternal damnation, so Yūshin had to maintain absolute vigilance.
So, relying on himself alone, how could Yūshin resist the God Tree?
"Maybe I can't resist it at all?"
Yūshin suddenly considered an extremely hellish possibility: if he couldn't resist the God Tree and was transformed into White Zetsu, given his exceptional personal qualities, he should at least become a high-tier White Zetsu.
Perhaps even the White Zetsu original.
If he became the White Zetsu original, that would be truly absurd—because the White Zetsu original had been killed by Yūshin himself. Eliminating it had been as easy as strangling a dog... both in difficulty and mentally, that's exactly how it felt.
Killing myself? The logic formed another closed loop.
"No, no—stay clear-headed and rational. I definitely won't be White Zetsu-ified because I'm already a White Zetsu."
Yūshin was already essentially a White Zetsu—even a high-energy-density composite White Zetsu. The God Tree could transform ordinary humans or ninja into White Zetsu, but it couldn't transform White Zetsu into White Zetsu.
Yūshin didn't even need to worry about being controlled by Infinite Tsukuyomi in the future, since after White Zetsu-ification, he would already be under its constant control...
From this perspective, even a "God Tree rampage" wouldn't be an unacceptable disaster for Yūshin.
So the question became: if Yūshin could survive this disaster, could he live for over a thousand years and "travel" back to his original era?
Besides White Zetsu's extended lifespan, Yūshin could even preserve himself as a popsicle—at worst, he'd just set up a complex automatic release program.
However...
The answer might be somewhat pessimistic. After consideration, Yūshin realized he probably couldn't live that long... This wasn't based on lifespan limitations, but logical constraints.
If Yūshin could survive until the future, there would be two Yūshins in the world at some point. So when Yūshin faced those disasters, would the other Yūshin simply ignore his own suffering?
A person couldn't possibly abandon themselves, right? That defied realistic logic.
For instance, during the Battle of Kikyō Castle, would an ancient version of Yūshin remain indifferent to his younger self's plight?
But that disaster still occurred. What did this indicate? It meant the elder Yūshin was either already dead by then, or had become so senile he lacked any cognitive or physical capabilities.
"If that's truly the case, wouldn't my life be filled with tragedy?"
Even Yūshin, upon realizing the bleakest yet most probable conclusion to his existence, couldn't help feeling somewhat sorrowful.
"Sage... are you alright?"
The chieftain observed Yūshin's face cycling through expressions—pale one moment, flushed the next—changing faster than a middle school girl quarreling with her boyfriend. He quietly retreated further before speaking again.
Yūshin snapped back to reality, exhaled deeply, temporarily set aside his negative emotions, and said:
"It's nothing. I simply realized your enemy is far more formidable than I initially imagined, causing me to lose focus momentarily... Even if I teach you this power, your chances of victory remain slim, since your opponent is a genuine deity."
But the work still had to be done. If he didn't spread chakra extensively, the God Tree wouldn't produce sufficient "experience pack" versions of White Zetsu. If these White Zetsu were inadequate in number, his younger self couldn't become the White Zetsu-Man. If he couldn't become the White Zetsu-Man, he wouldn't arrive in this era to face these current difficulties.
Without confronting these present difficulties, how could Yūshin seek solutions?
"Sage, even increasing our hope by a fraction would be beneficial."
The chieftain was deeply humble, his tone filled with earnest pleading, as if ready to kneel and kowtow to Yūshin at any moment... His tribe faced extinction, and Yūshin was like a superman descended from heaven. If he didn't seek this superman's aid now, what else could he do?
Yūshin regarded these ordinary people with a complex expression. If he spread chakra here, would these people's fate change? No—he might even have the opposite effect.
If these people mastered chakra, not only would they be unable to handle the God Tree, but... once the God Tree activated, it would definitely head straight for this location.
First, the God Tree possessed a certain self-awareness.
Second, the God Tree considered all chakra in the world as its own property.
Finally, this place was the world's only location where chakra was concentrated.
Regardless of how chakra appeared here, the God Tree would consider it its own and proceed with "reclamation"... It would be like the bizarre incident of "Why did you carve your name on my water pipe?"
Was Yūshin helping or harming them? Perhaps neither applied—only the word "destiny" could explain everything in this situation.
"Very well. Since you face such a grave situation, I've decided to help you master this special power through the fastest possible method."
There was no need for false sentiment—Yūshin prepared to begin work.
"Sage, you've agreed to our request... Do you have any requirements? Whatever offerings you need—whether grand sacrificial animals, children, or virgins—please state them."
"..."
"Unnecessary. Your sincerity in self-salvation and your indomitable fighting spirit have moved me. These spiritual offerings have touched me—I need nothing else."
If this tribe could actually produce the offerings the chieftain mentioned, Yūshin might feel somewhat better about the situation.
"Then, Sage, do you intend to..."
"Though I can't teach them as rapidly as I taught you, I'm prepared to completely sacrifice myself... I'll have your tribespeople transplant small portions of my body. If they can successfully integrate them, those recipients will quickly acquire this power."
"R-really? Are you speaking truthfully?"
"Naturally. We can begin immediately."
This kind of selfless sacrificial spirit made Yūshin genuinely appear like a sage... Wasn't this behavior remarkably similar to Prometheus stealing fire for humanity?
Sage? A true sage! Absolutely virtuous.
Yūshin and the chieftain approached a dark-skinned youth. Yūshin extended his index finger, lightly touching the young man's chest. After the first joint penetrated the chest, he severed that finger segment.
This body tissue, along with some chakra, served as a seed buried within the recipient's body.
"King, Sage... power—I sense a special power."
"Feel it carefully, nurture it diligently. I hope this power becomes the seed of your evolution." Yūshin instantly channeled his inner mystic.
This portion of his body cells would become inactive after some time. If the person receiving these cells and chakra could fully sense, assimilate, and reawaken them, they would gain basic chakra control.
If unsuccessful, it wouldn't matter—Yūshin could simply implant chakra in them again.
This method was crude and brutal, nothing like proper ninja training. In essence, Yūshin was cultivating human clones, but... the client's deadline was too urgent, forcing the contractor to use unorthodox methods.
If only Yūshin's Spore Technique could mass-produce spores—otherwise, things wouldn't be so troublesome.
Countless people watched Yūshin repeatedly sever and regenerate his finger. At this point, not believing he was a sage was impossible.
A sage—even one who performed good deeds without seeking reward.
With this tribe's large population base, after just two or three inoculation rounds, they could quickly cultivate numerous "supermen"... Well, these people could master chakra, but currently couldn't even be considered ninja since they completely lacked combat capabilities.
As the process continued, Yūshin began filling gaps—beyond ordinary chakra, he even started inoculating people with elemental chakra.
Thus, to prepare for the God Tree, Yūshin settled down in this tribe.
Time passed peacefully, and a month quickly elapsed.
As a sage, Yūshin naturally held an exalted position and now possessed a thatched hut no smaller than the chieftain's.
One day, while writing at his desk by the window, his hand suddenly froze mid-motion.
During this period, besides conducting unorthodox chakra inoculations, he had been organizing his lifetime's accumulated knowledge, hoping to glimpse opportunities for overcoming disaster and returning to the future through such systematic review.
Now, staring at the words his pen had just written, inspiration flashed through his mind, and he fell into deep contemplation.
"I... think I understand..."
"I understand!"
Yūshin suddenly shot to his feet, then began rapidly pacing around the hut like a donkey circling a millstone.
"So that's how it is..."
"I should say, how could it be this way—why am I only realizing this now!"
Looking at what he had just written, it was merely eight simple characters:
Kato Clan, Pure Land Insights...
Why had Yūshin always tolerated Madara Uchiha's actions, even providing him with conveniences?
On one hand, Yūshin had never been able to defeat Madara Uchiha, but this wasn't important... cough, truly unimportant.
On the other hand, Yūshin needed Madara Uchiha's Rinnegan.
But the Rinnegan wasn't a unique item—could it only grow in Madara Uchiha's eye sockets?
Of course not, because this era already possessed Rinnegan—the most orthodox Rinnegan... Ōtsutsuki original factory equipment, whose performance couldn't be compared to Madara's assembled knockoff.
"Rinnegan... Pure Land... devoid of time and space... stagnant state..."
"It seems I was indeed destined to come to this era... and should have come to this era."
Yūshin had found his purpose for arriving in this time period and understood what he needed to do next. He was no longer as lifeless as before, but instead began quietly awaiting the occurrence of those momentous changes.
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