chsdbacks Chapter 131: Tell me the answer.
Chapter 131: Tell me the answer.
Just then, Black Zetsu suddenly spoke up, sharply stopping him: "Wait! You absolutely can't do that!"
Senju Tsuru paused, looking at Black Zetsu with a puzzled expression: "Sage? Why is that? Now is the perfect opportunity to annihilate the Uchiha clan. As long as we eliminate them, my Senju clan can rest easy in the ninja world!"
Black Zetsu broke out in a cold sweat and quickly explained in a deep voice: "The Uchiha clan has been passed down for generations, and its foundation is far deeper than you have seen. Even though the clan leader died in battle, there are still a large number of elites and hidden forces in the clan. It is by no means an existence that can be easily eradicated."
"Furthermore, the various clans in the ninja world are now each harboring their own ambitions. If my Senju clan were to ruthlessly exterminate the Uchiha clan, we would instantly become the most powerful clan in the ninja world, and at that time we would inevitably become the target of everyone's wrath, besieged and annihilated by all the other clans!"
"Moreover, the Sarutobi and Shimura clans have always harbored ill intentions. After this battle, they are only concerned with dividing the spoils and preserving their strength. Once we fight the Uchiha to the bitter end, they will surely seize the opportunity to attack from behind and reap the benefits!"
"Most importantly, after a series of battles, the Senju clan is already weary of war. If we were to launch another war of annihilation, it would only deplete the clan's strength and shake the very foundation of its people. It would be a losing proposition!"
Upon hearing this, Senju Tsuru's pupils contracted slightly. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly understood!
"Immortal, your words have truly enlightened me! I understand now!"
Thousand-Handed Crane nodded repeatedly.
Having said that, he immediately withdrew the order to attack, completely abandoning the idea of taking advantage of the situation to annihilate the Uchiha.
Seeing this, Black Zetsu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling secretly fortunate.
Fortunately, it was stopped in time. If they had really gone all out and crossed that person's bottom line, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Black Zetsu didn't want to gamble with Wanci.
the other side.
"Black Zetsu understands me well, knowing to stop Senju Tsuru in time."
A hint of approval flashed across Wanci's eyes as he murmured to himself.
Black Zetsu's handling of the situation was just right, perfectly balanced, and exactly what Manji wanted.
He had already planned in his mind that when Black Zetsu returned, he would directly inform him that he had passed the test. This sense of balance was enough to prove Black Zetsu's ability.
"Phew, luckily I acted quickly, otherwise Uchiha Sa would have been reduced to ashes."
Manji lowered his eyes and looked at Uchiha Sa in front of him, then sighed softly.
He brought Uchiha Sa back the instant the explosive tag detonated.
Otherwise, I'll have to do it myself ten thousand times over.
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and focused his divine sense, instantly capturing most of Uchiha Sa's dissipated soul and storing it in his palm.
"Although you made some flirtatious remarks about me before, I am not angry."
Wanci looked at the faint soul in his palm, his tone calm, even carrying a hint of gentleness.
Immediately, the Ten Thousand Times Reincarnation Eyes rotated slightly, and as the power of the pupils spread, a pure black teleportation portal appeared out of thin air.
The appearance of this door is quite similar to Sasuke's teleportation portal in the original work. In fact, it was created by him through his dedicated research using the Otsutsuki space-time treasure, which allows him to freely travel between different dimensions.
After stepping into the portal ten thousand times, one would appear at Mount Myōboku in the next second.
Manji personally performed anticorruption treatment on Uchiha Sa's remains, and then buried her deep within Mount Myōboku at the burial grounds of the Ashuras and Indras of past generations.
All those who have been reborn through good deeds throughout history have been reborn in this area.
After erecting the cenotaph
Ten thousand times he raised his hand to take out the stone tablet, his fingertips gathering strength.
A mark was slowly carved into the counter for the "Asura" column on the monument.
She sighed softly, "Another generation..."
At this moment, the score between the Asura and Indra lineages has reached three to two.
"In the 237th year of the Ninja Era, the Senju, Uzumaki, Sarutobi, and Shimura clans joined forces to attack Hagoromo, and the Hagoromo clan was wiped out."
"In the 238th year of the Ninja Calendar, the Battle of Kikyo Mountain broke out. The Senju clan defeated the Uchiha clan, and Uchiha Sa committed suicide on Kikyo Mountain."
"In the 240th year of the Ninja Era, the Bamboo Clan was squeezed by other clans and forced to flee to the southeastern sea."
"In the 250th year of the Ninja Era, Senju Tsuru took charge of the Senju clan and initiated a policy of recuperation and development for the entire clan."
"In the 280th year of the Renli era, Senju Tsuru, a man of noble character, stepped down and passed the throne to a talented member of the clan."
Fukasaku slowly lowered his hand holding the brush, writing the last stroke on the annals of history. He then took a deep breath and closed the heavy annals of ninja history.
"Senju Tsuru is getting old. It seems that Black Zetsu should be returning soon..."
He gazed at the gleaming silver telephone poles stretching along the mountain path outside his study, sighed softly, and then put down his pen completely, carefully storing away the historical records.
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Inside a side hall of the clan chief's residence in the territory of the Thousand Hands Clan.
An elderly man with white hair and beard, and a hunched back, sat slumped on a soft couch, breathing shallowly and rapidly. He was none other than the very old Thousand-Handed Crane.
"Immortal, how many days do you think I have left to live?"
He looked up at the black monster clinging to his hand and asked in a hoarse, dry voice.
Looking at the now aged and decrepit Senju Tsuru, who had long lost his former vigor, Black Zetsu felt a pang of indescribable sorrow.
Over the years, he has always been by her side, managing clan affairs for Senju Tsuru, balancing the various clans in the ninja world, and firmly maintaining the balance of power between the Senju and Uchiha clans, ensuring that the Senju clan remains among the top ninja clans.
"With my secret protection, it will be no problem for you to live to be a hundred years old."
Black Zetsu spoke slowly, his tone resolute.
Senju Tsuru's cloudy eyes suddenly brightened, and a relieved smile slowly appeared on her lips: "A hundred years old... that's enough for me."
In this chaotic ninja world where human life is as cheap as grass, the average lifespan of a ninja is less than thirty years, and living to a hundred is an unthinkable luxury.
He struggled to sit up slightly, his gaze fixed earnestly on Hei Jue, filled with reluctance: "Immortal, are you really not planning to stay?"
His feelings for Hei Jue had long surpassed those of a master and disciple; he wanted to keep this peerless strategist in the clan to assist his children and grandchildren for generations to come.
After all, if it weren't for Black Zetsu, that useless boy back then would never have been able to rise to the position of clan leader and make the Senju clan famous throughout the ninja world.
If someone as mediocre as him can achieve such success, then if his exceptionally gifted children and grandchildren, who possess chakra, were to receive assistance from Black Zetsu, the glory of the Senju clan would surely continue indefinitely!
Black Jue's expression suddenly tightened, and a feeling of indescribable reluctance welled up in his heart.
He has been with the Thousand-Handed Crane for decades, from a young, inexperienced clan leader to a frail old man, and they have long since become close friends who cherish each other.
But Black Zetsu knew in his heart that all good things must come to an end, and he would eventually have to set off to return to Mount Myōboku.
"Alas, my mission in coming to your side was to assist you in achieving great things. Now that you have led the Senju clan to consolidate its foundation and reach its peak, my mission is accomplished, and it is only right that I leave."
Black Zetsu spoke slowly, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible melancholy.
Upon hearing this, Senju Tsuru's cloudy eyes softened with a gentle smile.
He gazed at Black Zetsu, remaining silent for a moment.
Finally, I asked the question that had been hidden in my heart for decades.
"Immortal, can you tell me the truth? Who exactly instructed you to come and assist me? Does such a world truly have its own predetermined arrangements? Is there a fixed destiny?"
He was never a dullard, and for so many years he had never been able to understand why Black Zetsu, who had no relatives or friends, would appear in his life out of nowhere.
He desperately wanted to find an answer to why they were helping him, a good-for-nothing whom everyone used to look down on.