A sharp, piercing pain seemed to tear through my muscle tissue from within, making every inch of my skin tremble violently as it struggled to withstand the massive energy that had yet to become completely tame.
However, that extreme and agonizing difficulty actually allowed me to intuitively understand every detail of the formation process from the very beginning through the flow of energy within my own body.
Although this self-taught training process without a teacher required a long time and consumed a great deal of physical energy, I never once felt discouraged or had any intention of giving up.
At the very least, I considered myself lucky because I did not have to start everything from scratch like Minato did when he struggled to create his own new ninjutsu in the Naruto anime.
I already knew the correct direction for its development, as well as the final form of this technique, from the very beginning thanks to the memories of my past that remained deeply preserved inside my mind.
All I needed to do was continuously practice chakra control until, eventually, the Rasengan was successfully formed perfectly within the palm of my hand.
With the combination of the Mangekyo Sharingan in both of my eyes, along with the Rasengan and Chidori in my hands, my combat strength had now increased drastically to an entirely different level.
The seven experienced Jonin who might once have posed a serious threat to my survival were no longer difficult or frightening opponents for me.
This shift in the balance of power made me realize that all the exhausting training I had endured had finally produced results worthy of every physical sacrifice I had made through sheer perseverance.
As long as I fought them under normal circumstances without any cunning traps, I was confident enough to face all of them at once without fear.
I was very confident that I could defeat them efficiently and quickly without suffering any significant injuries to my body, which was continuing to grow stronger at a rapid pace.
During the same period, in between my intense training sessions, I also obtained several new pieces of information that were rather concerning.
The latest news circulating throughout the underground network could not be underestimated, as it carried a very real warning sign for my future.
Vague rumors had begun spreading among the rogue ninja that a mysterious individual was actively moving within the dark shadows of the shinobi world.
The unidentified and deadly figure was reportedly hunting Jinchuriki and the Tailed Beasts scattered across various parts of the world.
Most people considered these rumors nothing more than wild gossip deliberately exaggerated by certain provocateurs for their own personal gain.
But the reality was rather shocking. Many Jinchuriki had genuinely disappeared under mysterious circumstances recently, leaving behind no trace or even signs of a struggle.
To other people with more naive minds, the disappearance of the Jinchuriki might simply be considered a coincidence or the result of internal conflicts within their respective villages.
However, as someone who knew the dark history of this world, rumors like these contained a terrifying truth about a massive conspiracy that was beginning to move actively in the shadows.
Moreover, the world I currently stood in had repeatedly demonstrated abnormalities far beyond the limits of ordinary human reasoning.
Various impossible events that were initially considered nothing more than bedtime stories had actually occurred right before my own eyes, leaving no room for denial.
I did not know for certain who the powerful individual currently hunting the Jinchuriki was because of the limited information available to me.
However, deep within my heart, I knew one thing for certain: my time in this world was almost over.
The atmosphere of tension continued to grow heavier, as though the air itself was warning me that total destruction was already approaching.
If someone were to ask why I did not try to investigate the mastermind behind all this chaos, the answer was simple.
I did not want to tie my own neck to the noose of fate.
The absolute answer to all of my indifference was simply because I was aware that I was still extremely weak. In the face of the hidden forces lurking in the shadows, my position was still far too fragile.
I did not want to act like some self-righteous hero only to end up meeting a tragic fate at the hands of an unseen power. A foolish move like that would only cause me to throw my life away for absolutely nothing.
It was true that I currently possessed a tactical advantage and could easily defeat more than five Jonin at once. On the battlefield, my abilities were certainly enough to make enemies tremble in fear.
The Sharingan's predictive ability, combined with the destructive power of the Rasengan and Chidori, placed me far above ordinary ninjas. The combination of those high-level techniques made me a formidable fighter.
However, achievements as remarkable as those were completely meaningless when compared to the scale of divine-level power. Whenever a legendary entity intervened, all of my ninjutsu tricks suddenly felt insignificant.
My strength was nothing when compared to a mysterious figure capable of defeating the female versions of Hashirama and Madara in their current era, two individuals who stood at the absolute pinnacle of the ninja world's power.
If even the two strongest monsters in the ninja world could be defeated so easily, then what could I possibly do? Thinking about that overwhelming gap in strength made common sense demand that I retreat immediately.
I was merely a young man who had only recently begun his official career as a ninja in this brutal world. Walking across land stained with blood had taught me the true meaning of humility.
That was the main reason I had never tried to find out who was actually responsible for the hunt. Closing my eyes and ears was the best choice if I wanted to ensure my continued survival.
I had no intention of seeking a meaningless death simply because I followed a curiosity that offered no benefit to my chances of survival. To me, staying alive was far more honorable than dying foolishly.
Knowing the limits of my own abilities and keeping a cool head were far more important when it came to survival. Courage without calculation would only lead a ninja straight into a grave.
Holding myself back was far wiser than acting recklessly just to satisfy a dangerous curiosity. It was better to be a coward who remained alive than a brave man who ended up rotting in the ground.
Even so, as someone possessing knowledge from another dimension, I still had several logical speculations. My mind continued working, mapping out every possibility based on the information I possessed about the future.
The first and most reasonable possibility was, of course, that the culprit came from the pure bloodline of the Otsutsuki Clan, beings with overwhelming power who constantly sought the life energy of planets.
It was possible that they were descendants of Hamura Otsutsuki who had been living in isolation on the moon all this time. Their long isolation might have finally come to an end because of some hidden ambition.
Or perhaps this was the work of Jigen, the vessel whose body was being controlled by Isshiki Otsutsuki. The power of Isshiki within Jigen was enough to overturn the entire balance of the world.
It was also possible that Momoshiki Otsutsuki, or another member of the Otsutsuki Clan, had appeared much earlier than they were supposed to. Their premature arrival would naturally destroy every carefully arranged scenario I had in mind.
Their earlier arrival would certainly change the entire balance of power and invalidate the predictions I had constructed all this time. Every tactical plan I had made would now have to be rewritten from the beginning.
Another possibility that was no less terrifying also could not be excluded from my analysis. There could still be another shadowy entity that enjoyed manipulating history for some ancient purpose. Read this novel at novelping.com for the best experience.
Perhaps all of this global-scale chaos was the result of the schemes of a manifested will—Black Zetsu. That black creature had always known how to twist the world's facts to achieve its own objectives.
Perhaps the Black Zetsu that existed in this parallel world had grown far stronger and more dangerous. Its movements might also be far more meticulous, making it extremely difficult to detect through the ordinary five senses.
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My name is Dante Arashi, a man of mixed Japanese–American descent who lived a quiet, uneventful life in a small rural village in Japan. That night, I was walking alone through the forest, trying to shake off the exhaustion and irritation left behind by an especially frustrating day. The humid air clung to my skin, the chorus of cicadas echoed endlessly, and a cold breeze brushed against the treetops, rustling the leaves as if they were whispering secrets meant only for the dark.
For reasons I couldn’t quite explain, I kept walking deeper into the forest. Perhaps my mind simply needed distance from the suffocating rhythm of everyday life. Then, without any warning at all, a strange spider leaped down from a branch and bit into my hand.
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Seconds later… everything went completely dark.
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I was no longer in the Japan I knew.
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