Half a year later, the first batch of students graduated from the small training class.
Some transferred to the Ninja Academy to learn how to become shinobi, while others continued as civilians.
Their memories of the training class might become their wealth, or merely fade into recollections.
Either way, it didn’t matter.
Kakuzu’s goal for the training class was Orochimaru.
Everyone else was a bonus.
Finding a good seedling was great, but even if he didn’t, there was no loss.
Fortunately, he actually found a six-year-old girl named Midori Kano.
With green hair and a sharp mind, she took great interest in what Kakuzu taught.
Furthermore, she came from a civilian background with a clean record and seemed to have little interest in becoming a shinobi.
To shinobi, a child like her was an ordinary person with no ambition.
To Kakuzu, she was a talent.
After the first batch of students graduated, Kakuzu took Midori in as his disciple, keeping her by his side to develop.
Meanwhile, after entering the Ninja Academy, Orochimaru displayed his innate talent for ninjutsu and was placed on the priority development list.
However, the knowledge Orochimaru gained from the training class had already instilled a systematic and scientific mindset, ensuring his future would be inextricably linked to keywords like research and scientist.
Tobirama noticed that students graduating from Kakuzu’s training class possessed stronger learning abilities and better logical thinking than their peers.
Aside from this, there were no adverse changes, and he felt reassured.
He had initially wanted Kakuzu to continue running the Training Class, but Kakuzu refused.
Teaching children was too exhausting.
The real reason was that running a Training Class in Konoha restricted his movements.
The talent he developd might not even work for him, so he saw no point in wasting effort here.
Tobirama had no choice but to extend the Ninja Academy’s education system.
He added a year of general knowledge courses prior to ninja training.
With that, the schooling period at the Ninja Academy increased from five years to six.
Facing restrictions at every turn in Konoha, Kakuzu began to consider how to build his business empire outside the village.
Most of his foundation currently lay within Konoha, so he could not leave just yet.
The two clones placed at the Daimyo’s Residence could not be moved recklessly, leaving only Yang Clone as an option.
At the same time, at the border between the Land of Fire and the Land of Wind, inside Madara’s Secret Base.
Kakuzu’s Yang Clone had been by Madara’s side for three years.
Over that time, they had researched plenty of Yin-Yang Release and Synthetic Beasts.
Madara’s Rinnegan still showed no signs of awakening.
His dojutsu rose constantly, yet there was no telling when it would reach its limit.
His entire left arm had turned pale, yet Rinnegan remained nowhere in sight.
The only thing Madara considered fortunate was that he could now manifest Susanoo without activating his Sharingan, even if it was only an incomplete form.
“The ninja world appears peaceful, but secret struggles persist, wasting resources.”
Ever since ‘Yang’ the ‘Time Traveler’ fed him a series of Future Theories, Madara had begun to value resource utilization.
He held an even deeper conviction that only the Unification of the Ninja World would allow for optimal resource usage.
To achieve this, he had to awaken Rinnegan.
Only the supreme dojutsu like Rinnegan could make him the strongest in the ninja world and truly unite it.
“Rinnegan, just when will you awaken…” Madara voiced his daily complaint.
Yang happened to overhear as he walked by.
“According to my theory, you must draw out Indra’s Chakra and Ashura’s Chakra, then fuse the two to synthesize Rinnegan.”
Madara pondered for a moment.
“What you say makes sense, but how do I draw them out?” He knew he currently possessed both chakra signatures, but the method eluded him.
“If drawing them out doesn’t work, use an extreme method to force them out.” Yang Clone had a sudden brainstorm.
“Use strong Yin-nature chakra to attack Hashirama Cells, forcing the Ashura Chakra out.
As soon as the Ashura Chakra emerges, the Indra Chakra will definitely follow.
When that happens, use the Yin-Yang Release you’ve learned over the years to fuse the two.”
Rinnegan would be born.
“It’s worth a try.” Madara deliberated for a moment, then nodded.
He activated his Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, then closed his eyes, channeling Yin-nature chakra from his eyes into his left arm, which was transplanted with Hashirama Cells.
The Yin-nature chakra was overwhelmingly powerful, the cells in the left arm buckled under the burden and began dying en masse.
In the microscopic world.
Massive numbers of Platelets, Red Blood Cells, White Blood Cells, and others met with total catastrophe.
The Yin-nature chakra surged like a flood between the cells, tearing apart everything in its path.
Hashirama Cells had relocated to this new environment over three years ago, getting well-acquainted with the neighbors and forging deep friendships.
This sudden disaster caught them completely off guard.
“What is happening to this body!”
Hashirama Cells watched their neighbors die one after another in the black flood.
Overcome with grief, their overflowing sympathy drove them to leap into the flood to rescue the Platelets, White Blood Cells, Red Blood Cells, and Ordinary Cells within.
They did so even if it meant being torn apart by the flood themselves.
“Ah!”
A petite Platelet tripped and fell.
The black flood had already reached right in front of it.
It looked as though this diligently working Platelet was about to perish.
A white-robed Hashirama Cell appeared before the Platelets.
“Ha!”
He spread his arms and unleashed a shout, blasting an invisible force from thin air that swept the black torrent back with overwhelming ease.
“So strong!”
The surrounding cells gasped, the surviving Hashirama Cells among them.
“It seems I can no longer hide my presence.” The white-robed Hashirama Cell glanced skyward and sighed.
He beckoned the other Hashirama Cells, linking them hand-in-hand with the body’s original cells.
“I can no longer stop this.
Madara Uchiha, I hope you do not make the same choice as my older brother, Indra,” the white-robed Hashirama Cell murmured.
He closed his eyes.
A white aura ignited across his form, surging through the chain of clasped hands, an intensely warm, roaring life force.
Wherever the power touched, withered cells reverted to their prime.
Inside the brain, a white-robed Indra Cell sat cross-legged, eyes shut.
Suddenly, they snapped open.
“Ashura?
Impossible.
How could he be here?”
Soon his shock turned into anger.
“How dare he!
To infect my new reincarnate, Ashura, over the centuries your nerve has only grown bolder!
You completely disregard me, your elder brother!”
He formed hand seals, erupting in a black aura.
Monochrome powers swirled and clashed within Madara’s body.
Inside, Indra’s Chakra held the absolute advantage, it would not be long before it completely exhausted the Asura Chakra.
But right then, Madara in the outside world snapped his eyes open and burst into loud laughter.
“It’s here!”
Yang froze.
‘Could it be?’
Madara wielded the Yin-Yang Release he had painstakingly trained for three years to control.
He seized the sudden surge of Yin and Yang natures within him, mixing and fusing them together.
In the Pure Land, beneath the ice, the cross-legged elder’s eyes flew open.
“Someone in this era actually summoned my chakra.”
By the time he registered what had happened, a small portion of his chakra had already been snatched away.
He sighed.
“Madara Uchiha, huh?
This generation’s Indra is truly remarkable.”
At that same moment, Madara’s eyes transformed.
The Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan expanded outward, the entire eye turning pale purple as multiple concentric circles rippled around the pupil.
Rinnegan!
The eyes of the legendary Sage of Six Paths had reappeared in the Shinobi World!
“Hahaha, Rinnegan is finally open!
Yang, I did it!”
Feeling the drastically different dojutsu, Madara laughed louder, his joy beyond words.
Yang stared wide-eyed.
‘Damn, I just said that randomly!’
He actually succeeded!
Yang hadn’t wanted Madara to awaken Rinnegan at this specific time.
Since Madara was still in his prime, he would inevitably pursue his ideals.
He might actually unite the shinobi world.
“Hagoromo’s chakra?!”
In the distance, Black Zetsu startled, quickly retreating further to avoid detection.
Once he gathered his thoughts, he laughed.
“It seems the plan can start early.
Mother, you will be revived soon.”
After awakening the legendary Rinnegan, Madara closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, his pupils had reverted to their normal black.
“What’s wrong?” Yang asked cautiously.
Madara recovered from his excitement.
Covering his left eye with his left arm, he said, “It was just born.
It’s still weak and needs time to grow.”
This Rinnegan emerged by merging Indra and Ashura’s chakra to summon Hagoromo’s chakra, thereby evolving Madara’s Sharingan into Rinnegan.
However, Hagoromo’s Chakra he summoned remained limited, which acted like catalyst for evolution.
Now he needed to wait for it to mature.
Either way, the process mirrored the evolution from a one-tomoe Sharingan to a three-tomoe Sharingan.
Madara knew this well.
The beginning was always the hardest.
The most difficult step with the Sharingan was also the initial awakening.
The growth of dojutsu from one tomoe to three would naturally fall into place given time.
This was the experience Madara gained from his own Sharingan’s evolution.
Now that Rinnegan was awakened, the hardest step was complete.
The rest just required waiting for it to mature.
“About how long will it take?” Yang asked again.
“At least a year,” Madara answered, though uncertainty lingered in his voice.
After all, apart from the Sage of Six Paths, no one else in history had ever possessed Rinnegan.
There were no records regarding the Sage of Six Paths Rinnegan, so he had no point of reference.
Hearing this, Yang breathed a sigh of relief.
A year was better than right now.
At least it gave the main body some time to react.
Madara looked at Yang.
“Yang, since you come from the future, how much do you know about Rinnegan?”
Yang replied, “Even though I’m from the future, I’m not omniscient.
Plus, there isn’t much intelligence on Rinnegan in the future, and most of it came from the future ‘you’.”
Though he had expected this, Madara sighed.
“It seems I’ll have to figure this out on my own.”
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