"Naruto: My Ninja Skills"Chapter 197: Summoning
To perform the Rinne Rebirth Technique, one must open the gates of the Pure Land, and those gates only open when souls pass through. Therefore, casting Rinne Rebirth requires paying the caster's life as the price.
Perfectly reasonable—a logical closed loop.
However, the Rinnegan was a high-level artifact after all. Even with a foolproof operation manual, Yūshin found it far from smooth sailing.
Fortunately, he wasn't afraid of paying the "price"—because he had as much of this so-called "price" as he needed.
After two weeks of attempts, Yūshin had already consumed several dozen White Zetsu.
White Zetsu weren't human, yet they were transformed from humans, so their souls were indeed human souls. When casting Rinne Rebirth, whether the price was paid with a White Zetsu's soul or the Sage's soul made absolutely no difference.
More importantly, wasting White Zetsu souls brought no psychological burden whatsoever. Using White Zetsu as test subjects wouldn't cause any moral guilt—it was no different from burning firewood... Really, it could make one cry.
White Zetsu's devotion to Yūshin exceeded that of the entire world—so gentle, truly the ultimate nice guy.
After multiple attempts, Yūshin felt he had found the knack. He readjusted the technique, preparing for another try.
He arranged those "breathing corpses" around the Sage of Six Paths' body in a fan formation, like students in a lecture hall.
Beneath each person's body was drawn a specific technique formula, and these formulas were all connected to the grand array beneath the Sage of Six Paths' body.
After adjusting all the technique formulas, Yūshin stood behind the cross-legged Sage of Six Paths, placing one hand on the sage's shoulder.
Inside the Sage of Six Paths' body was fused another White Zetsu, and Yūshin's chakra possessed the White Zetsu, controlling it.
Thus, the "Sage of Six Paths" opened his eyes, and his hands immediately began forming seals—slowly yet steadily.
This seal was very simple—merely the "Snake" seal with both hands pressed together and index fingers crossed.
Would it work?
It would!
"Open—the gate is open!"
Yūshin felt as if a string in his mind had been instantly pulled taut. His chakra, following White Zetsu's soul, drifted toward the ethereal void.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but before his eyes stretched an endless expanse of white.
"So this is... the Pure Land?"
No time, no space, no landmarks, no paths—how was one supposed to find those souls in this realm of chaos?
Very simple—Yūshin had a "compass": the deceased's physical body would summon their souls.
Space shifted, and Yūshin saw someone sitting on a rock, lost in thought.
"Gorō Fūma, follow me!"
"Who? Who's calling me?"
Gorō Fūma looked up and saw a ghostly pale figure floating overhead... This thing didn't look like a decent person at all—not only was it deathly pale, it wasn't even wearing clothes.
"I'm Yūshin. Cut the chatter and come with me... I'm Yūshin of the Fireflies, understand?"
"Lord Yūshin, did you get plastic surgery... No wait, this is the Pure Land—Lord Yūshin, how did you die?"
"Why the hell are you talking so much? Just follow me."
Yūshin was anxious, even "sweating profusely" from urgency. This was because his actions violated ethics and crossed the taboos of life and death, making it feel thoroughly sneaky... First stealing the Sage of Six Paths' eyes, then stealing souls from the Pure Land.
But Yūshin was worrying unnecessarily—he didn't need to rush at all, because the Pure Land had no concept of time, and stealing souls was even less of an issue since the Pure Land had no administrators anyway.
This was a higher-dimensional space, an ownerless realm.
After being scolded by Yūshin, Gorō Fūma immediately followed behind him... Gorō Fūma had no idea how long he'd been in the Pure Land. Since Lord Yūshin was calling him, he'd just follow.
Even in death, Lord Yūshin couldn't rest peacefully—probably planning to start a war in the Pure Land.
"Kizuki Akimichi... Right, right, I'm Yūshin—the Yūshin who made your big brother go bald."
Look at that—some people are perfectly clear about their deeds, they just like playing dumb.
"Kansen Morinaga... Ryūnosuke Hayasaka... Wutong, I'm Shin Hagūgen, that's right, come with me."
Who knows how long it took, but Yūshin now had a long string of souls following behind him. Then, he found Shichimi Uchiha.
Shichimi Uchiha was playing with thin air when she suddenly found herself under intense observation by over seventy souls.
"Uh, you all..."
How terrifying—someone was conducting a "doxxing" operation in the Pure Land.
"Shichimi, Shichimi Uchiha, join the main group."
"Hmm? You're Yūshin? Your soul looks like an alien? Wait, how did you... die?"
"Let's go, let's go, stop asking questions—the baby bus is about to depart."
Yūshin's chakra, possessing White Zetsu's soul, led everyone to the gates of the Pure Land, then began "unloading cargo," pushing these souls into the living world.
White Zetsu's soul, along with this portion of Yūshin's chakra, could never leave the Pure Land again.
The only regret was that Yūshin couldn't bring back all the deceased members of the Fireflies organization, because some had died leaving no corpses behind, while others' bodies Yūshin hadn't had the opportunity to collect.
For instance, Nara Kenji—at the time, his remains were taken back to the Nara clan by Nara Shuji, and only afterward did the entire Nara clan join the Fireflies.
Without Nara Kenji's body, Yūshin naturally couldn't locate his soul.
Of course, it was normal that things couldn't be done to absolute perfection. Yūshin had already achieved this level—no one would find fault with him anymore.
In the living world, Yūshin standing behind the Sage of Six Paths opened his eyes. He clearly realized he had lost a portion of chakra, but had no memory of being in the Pure Land.
"Was it successful, or did it fail?"
Then, behind him came the sound of successive sharp intakes of breath as ninja after ninja sat up in bewilderment.
"What is this place?"
"Huh? Wasn't I dead?"
"My body feels so heavy—flesh?"
Then, they saw Yūshin.
"Lord Yūshin?"
"Lord Yūshin, how did the battle go?"
"Lord Yūshin, the Hagoromo clan..."
"Ah, why are you still asking about the Hagoromo clan? They've been gone for ages... Lord Yūshin, what about the Ishikawa clan—did the Ishikawa alliance retreat?"
Seeing everyone flailing about like fish fry thrashing after a pond had been drained, Yūshin pressed his hands downward, signaling for quiet.
"Quiet, everyone listen to me first... I know you all have many questions, but the situation is urgent—now isn't the time to explain everything."
Yūshin temporarily had no time for explanations, because he constantly felt the Sage of Six Paths might return at any moment.
So he first extracted the White Zetsu possessing the sage's body, then slung it on his back before addressing the crowd:
"Everyone, follow me."
The ninja, still confused, followed behind Yūshin.
Shichimi, Gorō Fūma, Kansen Morinaga, and others walked alongside Yūshin. Shichimi blinked and asked:
"Yūshin, this is the living world, not the Pure Land, right?"
"Correct. I thought of a little method to bring everyone back from the Pure Land."
Using one... well, using thirty to forty White Zetsu souls to exchange for over seventy ninja souls—a guaranteed profit.
Everyone exchanged glances. Bringing souls back from the Pure Land to the living world could hardly be called a "little trick," right? Wasn't this something only deities could accomplish?
Lord Yūshin was still the same Lord Yūshin—who knew how much he had silently sacrificed for everyone.
"The elderly man you're carrying—if we rush to treat him now... uh, it seems too late."
Shichimi kindly reminded Yūshin—she could see that the Sage of Six Paths was already completely cold.
"No, he's indeed already dead, no need for rescue... Well, this is the Sage of Six Paths. You don't need to worry about his life or death."
"The S-Sage? The legendary Sage of Six Paths who created the world? Are we still in the Shinobi World? What era is this?"
Shichimi knew about the Sage of Six Paths—there were legends within the Uchiha clan, since the Sage of Six Paths was their ancestor.
"It's hard to explain in a few words. Let's get moving first."
Yūshin led everyone to a remote corner of the world, following the basic principle of staying far from Shinobi Sect settlements.
"Everyone settle down here for now. Here are supply scrolls... I need to dispose of the Sage of Six Paths' remains. I might not return for a month, so don't wander around."
"If you sense people fighting, don't go watch the excitement. Getting caught up in it means death, and I can't fish you out of the Pure Land a second time."
With that, Yūshin left carrying the Sage of Six Paths' body.
"Fighting? Who's fighting?" someone asked.
"The ancestor of the Uchiha and the ancestor of the Senju," Yūshin replied without looking back.
Yūshin took the Sage of Six Paths' body far from where the Fireflies ninja were located.
After dealing with the sage's remains, Yūshin should also show proper respect.
He found a large section of God Tree branch, split it into boards, made a sturdy coffin for the Sage of Six Paths, then placed the sage's body inside.
He temporarily didn't seal the coffin, just quietly waited there.
About twenty days later, Yūshin woke up to find the Sage of Six Paths' eyelids had sunken inward—those Rinnegan had disappeared.
Or rather, the Sage of Six Paths' chakra had returned and reclaimed his eyes.
Yūshin looked up at the sky, scanning around as if trying to discover something, but he sensed nothing at all.
The Sage of Six Paths' gaze merely lingered on Yūshin for an instant—he knew this was a good disciple who had fulfilled his final wishes, and that was enough... Eh, why did his eyes feel a bit stinging?
Moved—even having lost his physical body and become a mass of chakra, the Sage of Six Paths was still touched by Yūshin's sincerity.
At this moment, Yūshin really wanted to test his Yin-Yang Release on the Sage of Six Paths' remains, to see if new Rinnegan could grow in those eye sockets...
But this thought flashed by momentarily, and Yūshin chose to abandon it.
First, catalyzing Rinnegan might require enormous energy. Second, based on Shichimi's inability to grow new Mangekyō Sharingan, the Sage of Six Paths probably couldn't grow new Rinnegan either. Third...
Well, respecting one's teacher was still very necessary—the Sage of Six Paths was still watching from above, his bones not yet cold. A good disciple shouldn't harbor blasphemous thoughts.
Don't think wild thoughts—just honestly seal the coffin. Besides, Yūshin had no other use for the Rinnegan anyway.
After sealing the coffin, Yūshin couldn't just bury the Sage of Six Paths on the spot—this thing was like nuclear waste and couldn't be buried carelessly.
Yūshin temporarily had no good ideas, so he first stored the coffin in a sealing scroll.
Actually, cremation followed by scattering the ashes would be best, but... respecting one's teacher.
After completing what the Sage of Six Paths had entrusted to him, Yūshin returned once again to where the Fireflies ninja were hiding.
This time, he had ample time to explain the whole story to everyone.
By now, everyone had adapted to the reality of being alive again, yet the resurrection story Yūshin told still left each person dumbstruck.
"So you're saying this is the era when the Sage of Six Paths just established the Shinobi Sect?"
Everyone felt it was incredible—resurrection from the dead was incredible enough, but the era of resurrection exceeded everyone's imagination.
"Not exactly 'just established'—the Sage of Six Paths has already passed away. Now Asura, son of the Six Paths, has inherited the Shinobi Sect... that's the ancestor of the Senju clan."
"And Indra doesn't acknowledge his younger brother's inheritance rights, so a great war is about to break out... Indra is the ancestor of the Uchiha."
Yūshin briefly explained the current world situation.
Asura had inherited the Shinobi Sect, and Indra wasn't alone either—by this time they were both forty years old and had each reproduced entire populations.
"This is absolutely insane! So the Uchiha and Senju fought from this era all the way to ours? What kind of grudge could transcend time itself?"
Gorō Fūma expressed his incomprehension but was greatly shocked.
Yūshin also shook his head and continued:
"I came to this era through a twist of fate because of the Mangekyō Sharingan that Shichimi gave to young Shichimi. Everyone's resurrection relied on the Sage of Six Paths' Rinnegan... The window for using the Rinnegan was extremely brief, so everyone could only be resurrected in this era."
"Lord Yūshin, being able to come back to life is already excellent—how could we be picky about the era?"
"The difficulties involved, and Lord Yūshin's efforts and sacrifices, we can imagine."
"Moreover, compared to our era, this era is undoubtedly more peaceful. As long as we avoid the so-called Shinobi Sect wars, can't we live lives of peaceful seclusion?"
Yūshin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If everyone could think this way, it truly couldn't be better.
"There's one more thing—shortly, I'll use a binding technique on everyone, aimed at prohibiting you from revealing information about the future to outsiders... This is for everyone's good. I hope you can understand."
"We understand, Lord Yūshin."
"Additionally, everyone should abandon your original surnames. If by some twist of fate you caused your own ancestors to disappear, that would be interesting indeed."
Yūshin said this casually, because since these people had appeared here, it meant their ancestors couldn't possibly disappear.
"For safety considerations, everyone should use fewer techniques that exceed this era's level. In fact, except when encountering danger, it's best not to use ninjutsu at all... Oh, but these techniques can be used."
Yūshin handed several medical ninjutsu scrolls to Gorō Fūma.
"Understood, Lord Yūshin."
...
For the following period, Yūshin happily pioneered and developed this place with everyone, just like during the Fireflies' early founding days.
Speaking of which, no one cherished life more than those who had died and been reborn.
Half a year later, Yūshin quietly left this place. He had resolved his inner regrets, but there were other messes that needed handling... By this time, he had completely understood that the person who had used sealing techniques to trap himself and Ōtsutsuki Kinshiki back then was himself.
Early in the morning, the people in the small village quickly discovered the farewell letter Yūshin had left behind.
The letter contained nothing much worth mentioning—just reminders for everyone to cherish life and love living... Once they had given their lives for the Fireflies, now they could live for themselves.
As the leader of the Fireflies, Yūshin had done everything he should and shouldn't do.
Everyone passed around Yūshin's letter. Though they felt regret about Yūshin's departure, they were also immensely grateful for Yūshin's contributions... These contributions were already more than enough—there was no reason to continue demanding that Yūshin stay here.
When the letter reached Shichimi's hands, she appeared somewhat bewildered.
At this moment, Gorō Fūma spoke up:
"Lady Shichimi, aren't you going to chase after him?"
"Ah? What..."
"I mean Lord Yūshin just left—aren't you going to catch up?"
"...Chase? Right, I understand."
Shichimi hurriedly departed, leaving the remaining people bursting into laughter. Some people were so anxious they didn't even have time to say goodbye.
Gorō Fūma climbed onto a large rock and pressed his hands downward, signaling for everyone to quiet down:
"Everyone, Lord Yūshin has already left, but life must continue. Honestly, Lord Yūshin has given too much for us—we should learn to be independent now."
"We must strive to live well, working to ensure our descendants survive to a thousand years from now and then join the Fireflies organization."
"Right!"
"Good! Excellent goal, Lord Gorō!"
"We should leave ancestral instructions so that when our descendants hear the names of the Fireflies and Lord Yūshin, they immediately declare surrender!"
"Lord Gorō, we should establish a new shinobi clan!"
"Right, a new shinobi clan... but what should we call it?"
Gorō Fūma looked at a towering tree ahead. On the dark bark of this great tree, a pattern resembling an eye had naturally formed, and inspiration struck:
"We'll..."
"Call ourselves the Kurokimoku."
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