It was already late at night in Konoha.
The remaining dim moonlight was obscured by clouds, almost all the lights had gone out, leaving only one light shining brilliantly in the night.
The sycamore leaves rustled in the night wind.
A Root ninja codenamed “Owl” hid his figure, standing in the tree, gazing at the lit window in the distance.
Through the gaps in the study’s blinds, he could see the brat named Yun Chuan Hyuga writing at his desk, the diary’s surface reflecting the warm light of the desk lamp.
According to intelligence, the other party had maintained the habit of writing a diary for many years.
“Meow.”
A faint cat meow mixed with the chirping of insects came over.
“Owl” alertly frowned and looked towards the sound, only to see two black shadows bobbing up and down, two cats meowing vigorously.
“…”
“Owl” silently looked away, couldn’t help but complain in his heart that he was truly crazy, the target was just a child.
Although he thought this way in his heart, his mind involuntarily recalled “Kamaitachi,” thinking of his miserable appearance after losing his arm, and a chill rose in his heart.
He absolutely must not underestimate anyone, he didn’t want to turn into that ghastly state.
Just then, he saw Yun Chuan Hyuga suddenly stop writing, look up at the clock, rub his red eye sockets, clip the fountain pen into the diary’s leather clasp, stand up, and walk out of the study.
Click.
With the soft sound of the bedroom door closing, the light was also turned off, plunging the entire courtyard into darkness.
“Owl” made no movements, quietly hiding in the bushes.
It wasn’t until he heard the clear sound of snoring coming from afar that he finally lowered his hand that was forming signs for sensory ninjutsu, and quietly flickered outside the window like a leaf blown by the wind.
The opened window made a faint sound.
“Owl” silently slipped into the study, first stowing that diary into a scroll, and then began a silent search within the study.
He didn’t attempt to assassinate Yun Chuan Hyuga like “Kamaitachi” did, nor did he find anything abnormal in the study, so in the end, he only intended to take away that diary.
Restoring everything to its original state, just as he was about to flip out the window.
“Who’s there!”
A sudden explosive shout reached his ears, and “Owl’s” pupils instantly shrank.
The next moment, before he could react, an ear-piercing sound of wind came from behind, like an evil spirit shrieking in the wind.
“Wind Style: Wind Cutter Jutsu.”
Slash!
“Owl” only had time to dodge to the side with all his might.
A crescent-like wind blade blew past his side, blood droplets splashed and left irregular half-arcs on the wall, and a blood line gradually expanded and extended on his arm.
Spurt!
Blood gushed out as if breaking a critical threshold, and the arm slid off from the root and smashed onto the ground.
“Owl” let out a muffled groan, his body shivering and trembling slightly.
Disregarding the severed arm, he leaped out the window without hesitation.
However, he did not see that right after he left.
In the distance, the black cat that had been bobbing up and down on top of a calico cat stopped its movements.
Its white pupil looked in the direction “Owl” left, and it stretched out a paw, slapping away the foolish fellow feline that approached.
“If you want to take something away, you always have to leave something behind.”
In the bedroom, Yun Chuan Hyuga lowered his hands that were forming signs, a faint smile on his face, quietly waiting for the system’s notification sound.
Meanwhile, “Owl”, clutching his arm, quickly arrived at a cliff face, opened a mechanism, and walked into the dense and heavy shadows.
As he went deeper and deeper underground, water stains and moss gradually covered the dark corners, enveloping him in warm moisture.
But he didn’t feel suffocated because of it; rather, he felt a sense of security like returning home.
“That guy’s strength is indeed not simple.
No wonder Kamaitachi fell at his hands.”
Looking at the severed arm continuously gushing blood, “Owl” gritted his teeth, terrified and shocked in his heart.
In the huge, empty enclosed space underground, the lighting effect was instead as bright as day.
There was even a laboratory with a huge observation window here, where figures wearing white coats and masks could be seen bustling about.
Rows of glass cold storages displayed all kinds of materials, many unnamed reagents, and petri dishes containing cellular tissues.
On the side, there were some glass containers filled with transparent green solutions, soaking bizarre plant specimens, as well as some animal torso specimens, and bloody organs like eyeballs and kidneys.
And on the other side of the observation window, Danzo Shimura stood there expressionlessly.
His narrow left eye was filled with deep darkness, staring fixedly at those busy guys in front of him.
No, to be precise, he was staring at the thing on the experimental table.
It was a thumb-sized piece of white flesh, a cellular tissue from the “First Hokage.”
But soon, a researcher turned around and gently shook his head at the man.
Seeing this, Danzo Shimura’s expression turned gloomy, and he raised his hand to touch his bound arm.
“A bunch of trash.
Once you leave Orochimaru, you can’t accomplish anything?” he cursed in a low voice, feeling the increasingly strong erosion of the Hashirama cells.
Danzo’s arm had once been severely injured in a certain battle, so in the eyes of others, including Hiruzen Sarutobi, the way he usually kept his arm in a sling was due to the injury from that battle.
They had no idea that this arm was no longer his.
Even Danzo didn’t know where this arm came from.
That bastard Orochimaru actually kept his mouth shut about it, only saying it was a byproduct of his Wood Style cultivation experiments.
Thirsty for power, Danzo naturally chose to transplant it, taking out all his Sharingan inventory.
But what he completely didn’t expect was that the erosiveness of the Hashirama cells far exceeded his expectations.
In just a few years, the Hashirama cells had gradually eroded this arm, and they still hadn’t figured out how Orochimaru managed to make this arm capable of bearing the Hashirama cells.
No one could do it; they only found out that the Sharingan could suppress it.
However, if this continued, the Sharingan he currently possessed wouldn’t be enough to suppress the Hashirama cells.
“Damn it!” Danzo Shimura cursed inwardly.
“If ‘Kinoe’ hadn’t been snatched away by Hiruzen, maybe I could have made him go snatch that Sharingan from Kakashi Hatake.”
Just as he was pondering where to get more Sharingan…
The masked “Owl” appeared beside him, holding that scroll in his hand.
Kneeling on one knee beside Danzo, his voice trembled: “Lord Danzo.”
Smelling that strong scent of blood, Danzo Shimura’s expression instantly froze, and he frowned at “Owl’s” arm.
“Why is it an arm again?”
Danzo Shimura, whose own arm was also injured, felt a twitch in his cheek, feeling as if he was being targeted.
But he quickly shook off this baffling thought, took the scroll, and waved his hand.
“Owl” hurriedly retreated to treat his injuries, and Danzo opened the scroll and looked down to scan it.
The reason he had someone bring back Yun Chuan Hyuga’s diary was to gain a detailed understanding of this Hyuga clan “failure,” and whether the other party had any value in being recruited.
The diary entries were mostly trivial daily matters.
Danzo Shimura read quickly, constructing a character profile in his mind.
A child who used to be cowardly and unbearable, but began to thirst for power after his father was forced to death by their own clan.
Thirsting for power is good.
He was just afraid the other party was the type of guy with no desires or demands.
Danzo soon saw the “reflection” Yun Chuan Hyuga wrote for Hiruzen Sarutobi, but his reaction to it was a scoff, even a bit of sourness and jealousy.
That hypocritical guy Hiruzen was completely unworthy of such an evaluation.
Only the content about the “tree roots” in the “reflection” made Danzo Shimura pause his gaze for a moment.
However, when he turned to the next page, his hand movements suddenly stopped, staring fixedly at a sentence in the diary, his facial expression slightly moved.
[…Perhaps, my inner self is like a tree.
The more it yearns for the light up high, the more its roots must go downwards, into the soil, into the depths of darkness.]
Meanwhile, in Yun Chuan Hyuga’s bedroom.
The system’s notification sound echoed in Yun Chuan Hyuga’s mind exactly as he wished.
[Ding!
Your lie has been judged as [Sweet Talk], Danzo Shimura experienced emotional fluctuations, reaching the level of [Finding a Kindred Spirit], gaining 400 realization points]
“What kind of proper person writes a diary?” Yun Chuan Hyuga smiled, and silently recited in his heart, “Materialize Ninjutsu – Lightning Style Armor.”
[Cost 1000 realization points, do you want to materialize?]
“Yes.”
[Deducted 1000 realization points, remaining realization points: 10593]
Excellent, there’s still a distance from ten thousand.
Thanks to Lord Danzo for the points.
Yun Chuan Hyuga lay back on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.
Memories of the “Lightning Style Armor” began to flood into his mind.
However, at the same time he closed his eyes, a question he had been thinking about earlier popped into his mind again.
“Since I can materialize ninjutsu…”
“Does that mean I can also materialize abilities from other worlds?”
But directly materializing abilities from other worlds entirely different from the ninja world, Yun Chuan Hyuga had already tried it, and it definitely didn’t work.
The system’s materializations were based on the rules and logic of the current world.
It seemed impossible to create other systems out of thin air besides chakra.
But Yun Chuan Hyuga always had a speculation.
“What if, based on existing abilities in the ninja world like soul, flesh, natural energy, and chakra, I mimic and create abilities from other worlds?”
Without a doubt, if he could really create something out of nothing, if he could really shatter everyone’s worldview and make everyone believe in the existence of this unfamiliar power.
Then, the realization points he could harvest would be no small sum.
Actually, Yun Chuan Hyuga’s design towards Orochimaru was precisely to verify this speculation.
A pure lie is unbelievable.
Three parts false, seven parts true, is what can deceive people.
So, to perfect this idea, he still needed the help of the beloved Lord Orochimaru.
He supposed that under the guidance of that scroll, Orochimaru, who already had deep achievements in the realm of the soul, would certainly be able to fabricate a self-consistent theory and logic.
When that time came, Yun Chuan Hyuga could turn that theory and logic into “rules” that truly exist in reality.
He would become an existence like the Sage of Six Paths, sitting on an independent minor world, controlling numerous powerful souls.
(END CHAPTER)