“Ding, seizing character Edo Tensei Madara Uchiha’s lines, extracting character traits…
Extraction successful, obtained: Indra Chakra (Residual) Ashura Chakra (Residual)” The system’s voice echoed in Ishikawa’s mind.
This time, it was Ishikawa’s turn to be confused.
Residual Ashura and Indra Chakra?
What good would that be to him, who already possessed the Rinnegan?
He thought he would have extracted something like mastery of taijutsu.
The sky had completely darkened, with stars dotting the night sky.
The sun and moon hung in the sky simultaneously, suspended on opposite sides, their radiant light spilling across the heavens like a beautiful painting.
Ishikawa couldn’t believe it as he looked at Madara, who was forming his deep blue Susanoo.
Madara didn’t seem to intend to respond to Ishikawa’s earlier taunt.
“I did it, I really extracted Madara’s bone marrow.” Ishikawa held Madara’s hand, which was forming hand seals, and he was even a little dazed.
He wasn’t applying as much force as before.
“Bang!!” The next moment, his hand was smashed by a Susanoo arm that extended from Madara, and he was then kicked aside, crashing into a wooden pile.
Ishikawa didn’t react at all.
In his final moment, he had lost control of his body.
Or rather, the residual Indra and Ashura Chakra resonated with a few people on the other side of the battlefield, and they all simultaneously entered a certain realm.
However, they were separated and couldn’t see each other.
Ishikawa’s soul was no longer in his own body.
A dim yellow light faintly illuminated the surroundings.
His bare feet, clad in slippers, were incredibly wet.
He looked down and realized there was a layer of water beneath him.
There was nothing around, only darkness and the void before him.
Faint ripples spread from under his feet, reflecting light in circles.
Ishikawa suddenly opened his eyes, and his surroundings had completely changed.
“Where is this?” Just moments ago, Ishikawa had been wondering what use those two Chakras would be to him when suddenly his vision went black, and he lost his balance, falling backward.
He woke up here.
Ishikawa looked around the space curiously, and suddenly felt that the place seemed somewhat familiar.
It was a bit like where Naruto sealed Kurama, except there were no red wooden pillars for the seal.
As he thought, he tilted his head back and slowly turned around.
He instinctively looked behind him and was suddenly startled by something white: A person was suspended in mid-air, sitting cross-legged with his back to him.
He had gray hair, wore a white robe, and the clothes were adorned with patterns representing the Rinnegan and several magatama.
This person…
Ishikawa walked over, leaned in for a closer look, and by chance saw his face, which was turned away from Ishikawa, holding a black shakujo!
“Holy crap!
It’s the old man who sells power-ups!” Ishikawa instantly sobered up.
He had been a bit confused just now, as such a sudden change of scenery would disorient anyone.
He hadn’t immediately recognized this as the Sage of Six Paths.
The old man, with his back to Ishikawa, slowly said: “It seems that the name by which the world knows me and the name I go by are indeed not the same…” He floated in the air, slowly turning around.
Several black orbs appeared beneath him, rotating with his body.
He had a white robe, with six black magatama tattooed on the collar and cuffs.
There was a swirling pattern on his forehead, the clan symbol of the Otsutsuki.
His gray skin was creased with several folds.
At the end of the folds on his chin, he had a long gray beard.
“Allow me to introduce myself, I am the embodiment of peace and order, named Hagoromo.” Although he wasn’t touching the water layer on the ground, there were still ripples undulating beneath him.
Seeing that Ishikawa didn’t speak, Otsutsuki Hagoromo instead curiously touched his own body and then touched Ishikawa’s.
Hagoromo then tapped his shakujo and said: “Don’t be so rude.
This is your mental world.
You are not dead, and there’s no use being in a hurry…” “Due to the gap in eras, the distance is too great, so there have been huge divergences in culture, tradition, concepts, and ethics.
This is why when I see a transmigrator from another era…” “You’re not a transmigrator?!” Otsutsuki Hagoromo looked at Ishikawa in shock.
He suddenly realized that the person before him was not the ninja with yellow hair and fox whiskers, but that person did carry some Indra and Ashura Chakra within them.
Hagoromo had died a long time ago.
He had only left behind his Chakra and had been wandering this world, watching the Ninshu Sect reach its end.
He no longer had much energy to meticulously discern others’ Chakra.
“Well, it doesn’t matter.
I created the Ninshu Sect to bring hope and build.
It’s fine to have someone else with residual Chakra.
In any case, the conditions are now met, and I have something to do…” Hagoromo grabbed the Truth-Seeking Ball shakujo hovering beside him and looked at Ishikawa, who was facing him with a tense expression, seemingly deep in thought.
Ishikawa sat directly in the water, completely disregarding the discomfort of his wet clothes.
His mind was racing, recalling, even imagining, and fabricating.
The old man who sells power-ups!
He’s right in front of me.
If I can just get one of his lines, I’ll be soaring, I’ll be unstoppable.
He furrowed his brow, resting his hand on his chin, pondering deeply.
He thought and thought until Hagoromo floated over and peered down at him as he pondered.
Finally, he felt he had an idea!
Ishikawa stood up excitedly, pointing at the Sage of Six Paths: “You are my son, Ashu— *Muffled sounds*!!” Hagoromo felt something was wrong after hearing the first few words and immediately manipulated his Truth-Seeking Ball, which transformed into a black mask and slapped onto Ishikawa’s mouth.
His face, etched with the passage of time, was filled with anger.
He angrily tapped his shakujo, looking at Ishikawa with a look of profound disappointment: “You scoundrel!
While I know that ethical concepts and morality may be different in this era compared to mine, saying something like that is going too far!” However, the system’s voice had already sounded in Ishikawa’s mind.
“Ding, successful seizure of lines from [Sage of Six Paths] Otsutsuki Hagoromo, extracting character traits…
Ding, detecting that the host has encountered one of the current ceiling-level figures in this plane…
System activating contingency plan two…
…Contingency plan two activated: Pseudo Aura Suppression.” Ishikawa was stunned.
He looked at the Sage of Six Paths, who had suddenly fallen silent.
The latter’s gaze towards him had changed from mild annoyance to a devoid of emotion, incredibly cold stare.
Even though they both had the Rinnegan, Ishikawa felt an overwhelming sense of pressure from the other party at this moment.
The Sage of Six Paths frowned.
He carefully sensed his surroundings, his gaze fixed on the one before him whose mouth was covered by his Truth-Seeking Ball.
He felt something was wrong: “You…” Then, his body froze, and something like cloth fragments seemed to drift from him.
Hagoromo’s eyes slowly returned to their previous state, and he seemed somewhat confused: “It shouldn’t be…
The current issues of moral concepts and materialist perspectives…
It’s impossible…” At this moment, the system’s voice echoed throughout the entire space: “Ding, successful extraction of [Sage of Six Paths] character traits, extracting rewards…
Extraction successful, ding, congratulations on obtaining: Yin-Yang Release Chakra Usage Experience Max.
Ding, the number of contestants for line snatching has reached three, the beginner protection period has ended.” The hollow voice echoed in Ishikawa’s mind.
He looked at the confused Sage of Six Paths, who had just felt a powerful aura, far surpassing even his mother’s, sweep past, making him immediately nervous.
And after that aura flashed and disappeared, Hagoromo was puzzled.
In this era…
who could be this powerful?