"Naruto: My Ninja Skills"Chapter 198: The Path of the Old Man
Thanks to the Sage of Six Paths' assistance, Yūshin had completed everything he needed to do. After reviving the deceased in this era, his connection to this time had deepened—but this deepened connection had also reached the moment when it should end.
There was still a mess waiting for him to handle in the future. Ōtsutsuki Kinshiki was just sitting there, and if left unattended, would certainly cause tremendous harm.
As for the method of traveling to the future—well, back when Konoha was just established, Yūshin had already been working on this kind of "primitive time travel." At the time, he thought this method of traversal was prepared for the old popsicle Sakumo Hatake, but he never expected this approach was actually meant for himself.
Things like the Shinobi Sect succession wars had nothing to do with Yūshin. All he needed to do next was find a quiet place to sleep—as long as he wasn't awakened by Indra, Asura, or future unfortunate souls possessed by their chakra.
Actually, Yūshin had already found this quiet place. The remaining problem was about the details of awakening... Just how vast was the temporal scale between this point and the future? This was a question no one could answer.
Yūshin could sleep, but he might easily oversleep. He had no idea what time to set his alarm for.
"Do I have to sleep a bit, wake up a bit, like flipping pancakes?" Yūshin felt somewhat troubled.
Is there any fate more painful than becoming an old popsicle? Yes—the fate of desperately wanting to become an old popsicle but failing to achieve it.
Repeatedly thawing, freezing, and refreezing—how energy-consuming. Even the best body couldn't withstand such treatment.
Yūshin couldn't think of a good solution for the moment, but this wasn't his fault. It was simply because the information he currently possessed wasn't complete... Yūshin didn't have a god's-eye view; he couldn't control everything. In fact, he would probably never learn that the "Kurokimoku Clan" had been his own people from the very beginning.
Yūshin was playing the role of a solitary time traveler when someone quickly caught up from behind... He had already bid farewell to everyone, each with their own missions—why was someone still pursuing him relentlessly?
"Oh, Shichimi, do you still have something to discuss?"
Yūshin stood in place and waited for a while. When Shichimi caught up, his straightforward question nearly choked her to death.
"Yūshin, I... I still have some things I haven't figured out. The Uchiha... yes, what happened to the Uchiha Clan later?"
Shichimi had been so focused on chasing after him that she hadn't considered how to communicate with Yūshin. Faced with his question, her CPU instantly entered "stress test" mode.
Being able to come up with such an awkward, far-fetched excuse already demonstrated her skill at quick thinking.
"The Uchiha? The Uchiha are doing well. Ran is doing well, always stayed with the Fireflies. Later, under Uchiha Madara's leadership, the Uchiha Clan joined Konoha Village... that's the shinobi village led by the Senju Clan that the Fireflies joined. The thousand-year feud between the Senju and Uchiha was thus resolved."
Yūshin wasn't lying—he was still using his selective information disclosure approach. After all, Shichimi of this era couldn't interfere with the Uchiha, so there was no need for her to know about Uchiha affairs and add unnecessary worries.
The thousand-year feud between Senju and Uchiha was resolved—what a beautiful future this sounded like. Konoha must be such a magical place, sounding like a utopia or fantasy land.
Thinking about the actual Konoha Village... well, the ANBU established by Tobirama Senju had already become this shinobi village's most elite and dominant armed force...
So Yūshin's approach was correct—no need to explain to Shichimi in detail what kind of place Konoha was.
Although...
Uchiha Tajima—taken out by Yūshin.
Uchiha Izuna—taken out by Tobirama.
Uchiha Madara—after surrendering, betrayed Konoha. Officially killed by Hashirama, secretly lurking in the Shinobi World like a maggot... Madara's escape was his own problem, though Tobirama and Yūshin played a tiny, insignificant role.
Uchiha Orikawa—wasn't killed, but was still sinking in the space-time corridor...
But since Yūshin said the Uchiha were doing well, then the Uchiha were doing well.
In this era, aside from Yūshin, no one could observe the Uchiha Clan. Since no one could observe the Uchiha Clan, the Uchiha existed in a superposition state of being either well or unwell.
"The war between the Uchiha Clan and Senju Clan—I never imagined it could just end like that. This... is truly wonderful."
Telling "white lies" also requires basic principles. Shichimi had already received some of the implicit information in Yūshin's words.
Madara led the Uchiha Clan to surrender to the Senju—but what about Uchiha Tajima?
The outcome wasn't hard to guess.
Everything was Tajima's own doing. What could Shichimi say? If she had to hate something, she could only hate the fate of being a ninja.
Generally speaking, the Pure Land is a stagnant plane without time, space, or information flow. Once a person's soul enters the Pure Land, it stays alone in a separate area.
Therefore, a person can only know information from before their death, unless they can continuously collect chakra from the living world after death—otherwise, they can't possibly possess other information.
One soul also can't obtain intelligence from another soul. What, do people visit each other for casual chats after death?
Although certain resurrection mechanisms make the Pure Land seem insufficiently serious, it's not so unserious as to reach that degree.
After discussing Uchiha matters, Shichimi was completely at ease, but she still didn't leave, continuing to walk alongside Yūshin.
"Yūshin, do you still have things you need to do next?"
"There is indeed one matter that requires my personal attention."
"Is it urgent?"
"Not really—I should say it's quite unhurried. Being anxious wouldn't help anyway."
"Then... since coming to this world, have you properly experienced this peaceful era?"
"Huh? P-peaceful?"
Yūshin thought about it. After coming to this era, he was first struck by lightning, then the God Tree performed an "old tree with twisted roots" routine, hanging him up and nearly draining him into a mummy.
After barely surviving, he schemed to become the Sage of Six Paths' disciple, all to borrow the man's Rinnegan...
Speaking of which, Yūshin hadn't done much around the Sage, hadn't experienced any thrilling adventures, yet his mind had been constantly tense—those years could hardly be called relaxing.
Thinking carefully, after coming to this era, "empty-nest old Yūshin" had been busy with various tasks and hadn't rested even once.
So why rush back to his original era? To perform a "thousand-year reunion" with Ōtsutsuki Kinshiki? Not necessary at all.
This world without entanglements, this era without complications—wasn't it a rare respite in life?
...
After Yūshin figured this out, he could finally rest. But after Indra and Asura lost their mutual restraint, a prolonged war finally erupted between them.
Now the Sage of Six Paths knew where to direct his gaze—he had no reason to focus on Yūshin anyway.
Indra and Asura fought back and forth, but it was hard to say who could completely defeat whom. If nothing unexpected happened, these two brothers would fight for a lifetime, ending up with an inconclusive result at death... essentially fighting for nothing, a lifetime of futile effort.
Of course, these matters had nothing to do with Yūshin. The brothers could fight as long as they wanted—he just needed to avoid them.
Yūshin and Shichimi traveled the world together, taking in mountains and waters. Occasionally, in wilderness areas shrouded by forests, they would discover small villages formed by humans who had survived Kaguya's apocalypse and the Sage of Six Paths' lifting of the Infinite Tsukuyomi.
At such times, Yūshin would often impulsively teach these people some advanced farming and fishing knowledge and techniques, while Shichimi would tell various random stories—world destruction, the Sage of Six Paths creating the world, and such.
One provided material sustenance, the other spiritual nourishment—a clear division of labor, quite like a divine couple... For some reason, the more they engaged with the world, the more ethereal their presence became.
For Yūshin, the great battle between the Sage of Six Paths' sons and Ōtsutsuki Kaguya had only passed a few decades ago, but for mortals, after reproducing for a generation or two, the Sage of Six Paths had truly become a sage of legend.
Seven years later, Yūshin and Shichimi ended their travels and settled down somewhere in the world.
After another three years, they had a son. Shichimi named him "Chisui."
After another fifteen years, Indra and Asura finally couldn't fight anymore. In that year, both brothers died.
The Shinobi Sect passed into the hands of Asura's descendants, but their control over the Shinobi Sect grew increasingly weak—or rather, the Shinobi Sect itself was internally becoming more and more lacking in cohesion.
Thus, it naturally began to decline.
When a whale falls, all things flourish—the Shinobi Sect shed its religious coloring, and the era of shinobi clans began to arrive... The war between Indra and Asura hadn't ended; it had gradually transformed into a form more familiar to later generations.
Namely, the war between the Uchiha and Senju.
Not long after Indra and Asura's deaths, fifteen-year-old Chisui began traveling the Shinobi World. For various reasons, he was someone who didn't follow rules very well.
A year later, he brought back a twenty-two-year-old woman, staging a drama of "genius internet-addicted youth immediately captured by an older woman upon debut."
Yūshin was indifferent to such personal choices. The only problem was that this woman came from the Ōtsutsuki Clan and had lost her husband in the just-concluded Indra-Asura brothers' war.
Yes, this remarkable woman was widowed and had a child.
After Yūshin met her, he looked at her face, then at her "headlights"... well, it wasn't incomprehensible. Whatever, a used car is still a car—what could he do if his son liked her?
Chisui, as Yūshin's son, was in excellent health—otherwise Yūshin would have sighed, "My son's days are numbered."
Troubles were only temporary; life had to continue. After his son married and had his own life, he would naturally move elsewhere.
Life afterward became completely peaceful. Yūshin had plenty of time, so he ultimately learned from the detestable Tobirama Senju's methods, using his own life force to sustain Shichimi's life.
But Shichimi's body was merely human. She lived to 150 years old, naturally reaching the point where human strength has its limits.
If she wanted to continue living, only the path of reincarnation lay before her.
However, she didn't choose this path. On one hand, she knew Yūshin still had other missions to complete; on the other hand, her life had no regrets whatsoever.
In her words, even if she returned to the Pure Land, she would never feel lonely again.
Yūshin respected Shichimi's choice. After completing their final farewell, he went to the village where Chisui's descendants lived.
This place had already reproduced into a clan. The current clan leader was already Chisui's grandson, and this grandson was also white-haired.
Although Yūshin appeared as an elderly man, this grandson looked even older than him.
When Yūshin saw a whole crowd of people rushing out to welcome their ancestor, he was nearly scared into jumping three feet high.
Holy crap, so fertile? Don't you understand "fewer births, better births, happy life"?
After Yūshin met everyone, his great-grandson shooed this noisy bunch outside... Old folks like quiet—he still had this much insight.
"These are all my descendants? No, I mean, these are all Chisui's descendants?"
Yūshin stood on the upper floor of the two-story building where the clan leader lived, looking down at the village below and asking this question.
For some reason, he felt somewhat resistant to this reality.
"Of course, great-grandfather... My grandfather had no authority in the family, my father was always my uncle's lackey. It wasn't until my generation that I finally completed the power grab and became the family's clan leader."
This grandson was quite proud and subtly disparaged his father and grandfather in his words, showing a strong tendency toward filial rebellion.
"Hmm... your mindset is quite youthful."
"Of course, my career is just beginning. By the way, great-grandfather, I have something I want to discuss with you... Since I've already taken control of the family, I think it's time to change back to our true surname. We are originally the Yūshin Clan, right? How can we use someone else's name?"
"The name doesn't matter... By the way, what were you originally called?"
"My damned uncle chose it—particularly unpleasant. Uzumaki."
Yūshin: "..."
So many redheads in your family—turns out they weren't trendy delinquents with dyed hair, but all natural? No dye, all natural?
"Your uncle's descendants all have red hair? Your father's descendants all have black hair?"
This so-called uncle was the "used car" that Chisui fancied—strictly speaking, he had no relationship with Yūshin whatsoever.
"Not exactly. My father's descendants also have red hair, meaning red hair doesn't necessarily indicate my uncle's lineage, but black hair definitely indicates my father's lineage."
Yūshin never expected he would become connected to the Uzumaki. No, he hadn't become connected to the Uzumaki—it was just that some brats had occupied half of the Uzumaki's ecological niche.
No wonder he was sealed by a barrier back then—it really was an Uzumaki barrier. Everything matched up.
"In that case, your grandmother's genes are quite fierce—worthy of being an Ōtsutsuki."
After thinking briefly, Yūshin said:
"There's no rush about changing the clan name—now isn't the right time... I have an important mission to entrust to you, my dear descendants."
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