Qingyuan asked.
“Naturally, to go further. In the shinobi world, ninja clans rely on bloodlines, while commoners rely on mutations. I could only join Orochimaru to become stronger.”
Renegade Qingyuan said.
Faced with Renegade Qingyuan’s words, Qingyuan fell silent.
That was very much the shinobi world.
In the shinobi world, even gold would shine, but unfortunately, as a commoner ninja, he was merely a lump of old iron.
As everyone knew, in the shinobi world, powerful abilities were passed down only through maternal inheritance, master-disciple lineages, and blood.
If you had none of those, you could only pray for your own good fortune and burn more incense for the Sage of Six Paths in your daily life.
“Then how did you die?”
Qingyuan asked the question he actually cared about.
“I was blown to death by an explosive tag.”
“…”
A very hasty death.
Qingyuan guessed quite a lot of people had died that way.
“At least this proves I survived the Kannabi Bridge mission. Can you tell me what happened?”
Qingyuan said.
Although he had foreknowledge of the plot, even the slightest butterfly effect could lead to a different development.
“No, I never received that mission back then.”
Renegade Qingyuan said.
“I spent most of my time handling logistics.”
“?”
Qingyuan’s eyes widened.
Did that mean his future would be like the people in “Limited Tsukuyomi”—not only would he himself change, but other people and events would change as well?
Could there also be an “Anbu Qingyuan” or a “Hokage Qingyuan” in the future?
“Then what relic did you leave behind?”
Qingyuan remembered that the urn would also contain a relic, and he was curious about what else was inside.
Could there really be nothing but a spirit?
“If you want to talk about relics… it’s probably me. I can still exist for a while, and I can teach you some ninjutsu.”
Renegade Qingyuan said.
“But I probably won’t last too long either. I also have a ‘Last Testament,’ but I awakened too late. After I died, I was packaged up and sent to other versions of me.”
Renegade Qingyuan said.
He explained his understanding of the “Last Testament” to Qingyuan.
Apparently, by fulfilling a dead person’s final wish, one could obtain a certain enhancement from that deceased person.
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Some might be experience, some might be bloodline, and some might be stacked talent!
“I only received two ‘Last Testaments’ myself. I had just reached jonin strength when I carelessly stepped into an explosive tag trap and died.”
“I see…”
Qingyuan thought to himself that the “Last Testament” was apparently a time anchor.
If he died, would he also be packaged as a relic and sent to other possible versions of himself?
He also understood why Renegade Qingyuan had been so eager to explain everything to him from the very beginning.
Even if a future self was cooperating with his present self, there still had to be a relationship of mutual interest.
All he wanted was for Qingyuan to fulfill his final wish!
At that thought, Qingyuan could not help growing excited.
One future self could add another layer of talent.
What if there were two, three, or even more?
In theory, through continuous stacking, sooner or later he could smash an Otsutsuki to pieces with three punches.
Sir, I’m a shinobi-world native now.
After all, even the Eight Gates, once the Gate of Death was opened, was only said to grant dozens of times a Kage’s power.
Qingyuan simply did not know whether this power would diminish.
After all, it was being passed down by a group of future selves who had already died.
He guessed that the much stronger his future selves were than him, the more power they would pass down.
“Then what is your final wish?”
“Mm… there are two. The first is very simple: right now, go do what you want to do.”
To Qingyuan’s surprise, Renegade Qingyuan’s request was very simple.
“What I want to do?”
Qingyuan was stunned.
Of course he wanted to become stronger and gain superhuman power so that he could survive.
And once he had superhuman strength, he could even become Superman.
“First, definitely becoming stronger. Second, right now I want to go to Ichiraku Ramen and get something to eat.”
Qingyuan felt that sometimes going down to the pier for some fries was a pleasure too.
“Ichiraku Ramen, huh? Come to think of it, I haven’t eaten there in a long time either.”
Renegade Qingyuan’s words carried a trace of melancholy.
What he really wanted was to see what his younger self had truly been thinking.
After growing up, he too had lived a life like a novel protagonist.
It was just that his script had been written by Yu Hua.
A renegade ninja had no legitimate way to take on missions.
Because a wanted notice lasted for life, unless he was willing to live forever as an ordinary person, becoming stronger meant entering the shinobi world.
After being gravely wounded by a pursuit unit and reaching the point where he could barely use chakra, he had nearly been forced to sell his blood.
“You’re a jonin. You can’t eat ramen?”
Qingyuan asked, puzzled.
“The taste is different, you understand? After I became a renegade, I couldn’t even get through Konoha’s gates.”
Renegade Qingyuan shook his head.
Konoha was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
How could a commoner jonin like him come and go as he pleased?
“I see…”
Qingyuan nodded.
A bowl of Ichiraku Ramen only cost a few dozen ryo.
It was hardly expensive.
“Then what is your second wish?”
Qingyuan looked at Renegade Qingyuan’s spirit and felt that it had grown much dimmer than when it first appeared.
He had no idea how much longer it could remain.
“Become a chunin. The legitimate kind.”
Renegade Qingyuan said.
He looked at Qingyuan and could not help shaking his head.
“Originally, I wanted to say ‘become a jonin,’ but obviously I can’t hold on that long. Right now, I’m not even in a soul state. I’m more like a piece of information left behind, and when the time comes, I’ll dissipate.”
Renegade Qingyuan said.
Otherwise, he would still have wanted to find a vessel and see whether he could survive.
Failing to become a jonin and ultimately defecting had always been a pain in his heart.
Right now, he had the strength of a jonin, but not the rank.
“All right.”
Qingyuan also sensed how little time remained, so he hurried to the Ichiraku Ramen shop.
“Uncle Teuchi, give me your most luxurious ramen, with a little of every topping!”
“Yo, Qingyuan, you’re back early today!”
Teuchi looked at Qingyuan, smiling as he busily prepared the ramen for him.
Teuchi had watched Qingyuan grow up.
The boy had lost his parents when he was young, but he had turned out well; even at a young age, he could already take care of himself.
“Isn’t it because I was craving your ramen, Uncle Teuchi?”
Qingyuan smiled.
When the ramen was served, he said, “Time to eat,” and began wolfing it down.