"Naruto: My Ninja Skills"Chapter 203: The Ōtsutsuki Hunting Plan
Although Ōtsutsuki Kinshiki was indeed an Ōtsutsuki, he lacked the Rinnegan, making his abilities relatively straightforward and easy to catalog.
All these powers had been condensed into a single chakra fruit, which was ultimately—reasonably, legally, and willingly—offered to Yūshin.
The Byakugan, with its x-ray vision, optical detection, and chakra perception capabilities, possessed exceptional purity. But honestly, these basic functions weren't particularly noteworthy... The Ōtsutsuki were the origin of the Byakugan, and Kinshiki only possessed the standard version.
Yūshin no longer valued the Byakugan's conventional abilities, but conversely, the unique attribute of Kinshiki's Byakugan was extraordinarily rare—these eyes carried spatial properties.
Without this ability, Ōtsutsuki Kinshiki never could have traversed timelines to reach this era.
His Byakugan contained space-time ninjutsu, somewhat similar to Obito Uchiha's right-eye Kamui, possessing both "phasing" and spatial teleportation capabilities.
Yūshin had little use for "phasing." Such techniques contradicted his established combat philosophy, and considering his current physical capabilities... It wasn't that phasing was useless—under normal circumstances, Yūshin simply wouldn't need it.
The spatial movement ability, however, was fascinating. Unlike Flying Thunder God, which excelled at short-range, high-speed efficiency, this power required no coordinates and had no distance limitations. It could essentially be described as "teleport anywhere at will."
Its activation speed couldn't match Flying Thunder God, so compared to combat applications, this was more of a utility technique—though still incredibly versatile.
At minimum, Yūshin had acquired the quintessential fantasy protagonist ability: personal dimensional storage.
If Yūshin remembered correctly, besides accessing his own pocket dimension, Kinshiki's Byakugan could also reach Kaguya Ōtsutsuki's Dimension of the Heavenly Imperial Center.
Well, with Kaguya sealed, her dimension was essentially unguarded territory. Anyone capable of space-time ninjutsu could theoretically break into her home if they could locate it... sounds rather pathetic.
Then there were Kinshiki's taijutsu and chakra manipulation techniques:
The ability to enhance speed by wrapping oneself in purple lightning while further amplifying and optimizing Ōtsutsuki physical capabilities—this was Shinjū. The younger Yūshin had suffered from this brutal assault.
The power to concentrate chakra at a single point for instantaneous release, called Kagatsuchi. Though simple, this technique possessed terrain-altering potential, with the drawback of being somewhat unwieldy.
Finally, Kinshiki's last special skill: transforming chakra into various weapons, known as Amenonuhoko. This ability proved quite convenient—Yūshin had already experimented with it once.
Hashirama Senju watched as Yūshin regained his youthful appearance, but more significant than the visual transformation was the change in Yūshin's chakra... He sensed Yūshin's chakra undergoing some form of evolution.
No, not evolution—that wasn't accurate. It was "restoration."
After withering away for a millennium on the moon, Yūshin's body had become almost like the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path—merely a desiccated husk. Now he was finally recovering... otherwise, he wouldn't have entrusted the entire battle to Hashirama.
Testing whether the younger Yūshin (with Hashirama's assistance) could defeat Kinshiki was one consideration, but as Hashirama had initially observed, Yūshin's previous condition truly wasn't suitable for combat.
"The quality of your chakra now surpasses mine, Yūshin..."
Hashirama could deduce that after his death, Yūshin must have experienced tremendous ordeals—otherwise, his chakra wouldn't have transformed so dramatically.
Yet truly sensing Yūshin's current chakra, Hashirama still found it nearly incomprehensible... Thank goodness he'd sent Tobirama back to the Pure Land early, or his brother would have suffered an even greater blow.
He'd already become the "useless little brother."
This showed Yūshin still cared for his dear friend—though he summoned and dismissed him at will, he still protected Tobirama's dignity.
However, Hashirama's reference to "quality" pertained only to chakra energy density.
Yūshin shook his head, saying:
"That's not entirely accurate. Only after I fully master Sage Jutsu can we discuss 'surpassing'—I'm not there yet."
Hashirama Senju was fundamentally different. Put simply, his power definitely exceeded his ancestor Asura's, with perfect mechanics and even superior raw statistics.
"As for absolute chakra volume, I estimate I'm only at thirty to forty percent of your level. I'm still recovering, but even at full restoration, that's roughly where I'll stand... Ultimately, I'm just an ordinary human."
"Yūshin, now I understand why Tobirama doesn't enjoy talking with you," Hashirama said, looking thoroughly exasperated.
"Uh, I'm simply stating facts. This Kinshiki was rather weak—his chakra was nothing exceptional."
Kinshiki wasn't among the elite Ōtsutsuki, and using him as fertilizer for the tree inevitably consumed some energy during the fruit formation process. The fact that Yūshin could recover this much chakra was already impressive.
Regarding chakra volume, one should still compare against the true monsters.
Nevertheless, Yūshin now possessed the power to match Hashirama blow for blow... In essence, that ceiling perpetually looming over ordinary shinobi—Yūshin had effortlessly shattered it.
Kage-level, Hashirama-level, Six Paths-level—intuitively, the leap from Kage to Hashirama seemed more challenging than from Hashirama to Six Paths.
After all, Hashirama and post-Rinne Rebirth Madara could at least exchange several moves with Six Paths-level opponents.
With Yūshin's current foundation, the path forward wasn't particularly arduous—he even had some ideas about how to proceed.
Given his years of nurturing the Tailed Beasts, Yūshin had no desire to target them—he had more suitable prey...
The method was actually quite simple. Just as White Zetsu had once eagerly contributed to Yūshin's growth, if White Zetsu could do it, why couldn't the Ōtsutsuki? Prohibiting Ōtsutsuki contributions—wouldn't that constitute racial discrimination?
Kinshiki had already set the precedent for his fellow Ōtsutsuki.
Plant a few more trees, and completely surpassing Hashirama in every aspect would be child's play, wouldn't it?
Yūshin carefully recalled—there seemed to be one Ōtsutsuki who was exceptionally weak, to the point of being the clan's disgrace. He could apparently be destroyed by a basic Rasengan... This was absurd, like an elementary schooler using a ruler to defeat a wild Ultraman.
Indeed, even children can become light.
However, plans remained plans. Yūshin wasn't rushing to implement anything—he had all the time in the world. Now possessing the ability to glimpse the future, once he locked onto a target, he could bring them directly to himself.
Seeing Hashirama still had more to say, Yūshin interrupted him... No need for so many questions.
"Hashirama, you're returning to the Pure Land. Why ask so much... Would you like to see what Konoha looks like now?"
Yūshin's treatment of his "big brother" versus "little brother" was severely unequal. On one hand, Tobirama had lived without regrets; on the other...
To be fair, considering their respective contributions in the recent battle, Tobirama could only drink the northwestern wind of the Pure Land—not even the northwestern wind of the living world.
"Oh? See Konoha? Wouldn't that be excessive interference with the living world... By the way, how long have I been dead?"
Hashirama's attention was immediately redirected by Yūshin.
"Let me calculate... exactly ten years."
At this point, Yūshin's perception of temporal scale had already diverged from normal human cognition, but after quick mental arithmetic, he provided a fairly accurate answer... Hashirama died in Konoha Year 22; now it was Year 32.
"Then I'll take a look at Konoha... By the way, with Tobirama gone, who's the current Hokage? Is it you, Yūshin?"
For Hashirama, seeing Konoha held even greater allure than seeing his wife.
"It's your and Tobirama's disciple, Hiruzen Sarutobi... But before returning to Konoha, there's someone you should meet first."
Yes, though seeing Konoha was tempting, he still needed to meet the widow first.
"Who? Who should I meet?"
"You'll know soon enough."
Yūshin placed one hand on the mini God Tree, extracted its final traces of chakra, then incinerated it completely with ice flames.
Overall, this battle's environmental damage wasn't severe. Afterward, no one would be able to tell that an Ōtsutsuki had been buried here.
Hashirama and Yūshin walked toward the barrier's light curtain one after the other. When those outside spotted them, the barrier was dissolved.
"Lord Hashirama..."
Uzumaki Mito stepped toward the now fully conscious Hashirama Senju, visibly suppressing her excitement.
"Haha, Mito, how did you become so ol—"
Before he could finish, Yūshin pressed a hand on his shoulder. Seriously, does this man ever think before speaking? How can anyone be such a blockhead—talking like that gets people killed... Oh wait, Hashirama's already dead? Never mind then.
Fortunately, Hashirama quickly caught himself—right, navigating the living world requires emotional intelligence.
"Mito, it's been so long..."
Yūshin stopped, allowing the couple to converse. When their exchange was about to turn tearful, he interjected:
"You two head back to Konoha. Hashirama wants to see what the village looks like now."
Not having transportation was actually beneficial—they could spend more time on the road.
Then Yūshin quietly handed a scroll to Uzumaki Ruri, winking to convey his message...
When to release the Edo Tensei—that's your decision.
Yūshin wasn't concerned about Hashirama refusing to return to the Pure Land. When it came to matters of principle, Hashirama had never erred.
"Lord Yūshin, aren't you returning to the village with us?" Uzumaki Ruri accepted the scroll but looked troubled.
"I still have matters to handle here. Battlefield cleanup is necessary—battle traces must always be erased, right?"
Then, turning his back to Hashirama, he silently mouthed:
I don't want to be a third wheel.
Uzumaki Ruri was speechless. You don't want to—do you think I do?
Regardless, the three set off on their journey back to Konoha.
Yūshin did nothing, simply remaining in place, his heart full of sentiment... Between yesterday's dusk and today's dawn, an entire millennium had passed. Who could he complain to about such injustice?
The next morning, after Hashirama's group had long departed, accompanied by the dawn chorus of birds, a solitary figure emerged through forest and mist, appearing before Yūshin.
"Oh, you actually showed up... Kurama."
Yūshin had only stayed here on a whim—he hadn't expected the other party to actually come.
"With such tremendous disturbances in the Shinobi World, it was impossible not to notice... But last night, I could only observe from afar."
Kurama appeared composed as he settled on a tree stump across from Yūshin.
Such tremendous disturbances? What commotion? Only someone like you could sense that kind of "movement," right?
Kurama was indeed formidable.
Several different bird species pecked at the grass near both men, as if these two didn't exist at all... They had merged with nature, achieving true harmonious presence.
"Your ability to conceal your presence is truly impressive. Tobirama didn't notice you, neither did Mito... What do you mean you could 'only observe'?"
Yūshin offered praise first, then questioned.
"No need to feign ignorance, Yūshin... You've returned. Last night, with Hashirama present, who knows what you might have planned if I'd revealed myself."
Kurama hadn't lived so long for nothing, and he understood Yūshin quite well.
That phrase "you've returned" carried considerable information. But at this temporal juncture, the fact that Kurama hadn't attacked the younger Yūshin at least partially demonstrated the future Nine-Tails' harmless nature.
Yūshin thought to himself: Am I someone who enjoys solving problems through violence? I only use violence when it's applicable.
Don't ask when that is—asking would be rather impolite.
"Can you remember events from a thousand years ago?"
"We Tailed Beasts are chakra entities, and chakra itself is a comprehensive information matrix..."
Understood. Kurama was like a hard drive with massive storage capacity. Previously, as a mere "beast," his operating system was outdated, but now Kurama possessed both humanity and an upgraded OS, enhancing his data retrieval capabilities.
"Hashirama's gone, and you chose to appear. Does that mean you believe you can defeat me?"
Yūshin sensed this Nine-Tails was quite confident.
However, Kurama was an intelligent Tailed Beast who clearly understood that "fighting" wasn't the only solution to problems.
He shook his head, saying:
"I can at least flee. You alone would have difficulty pursuing me."
"Uh..."
How can you be so cowardly? Not even fighting, just choosing to run—is this really the Nine-Tails?
"I'm temporarily willing to believe you don't intend any excessive actions now that you've returned to this era, but... at least leave a contact method. If the Shinobi World faces disaster again, I can't always summon Hashirama—you could lend assistance too."
Honestly, even a thousand-year-old fox might not outmaneuver Yūshin, because he was a thousand-year-old hunter.
If certain space-time situations arose, Yūshin might want to summon Kurama for help... Even if Kurama could only serve as a measuring stick, that would be useful.
Kurama glanced at Yūshin, then nodded.
"No problem."
No problem? Heh, the problems were enormous.
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