chsdbacks Chapter 105: The Legendary Sleeping King
Chapter 105: The Legendary Sleeping King
Shima then turned to Black Zetsu and slowly said, "Black Zetsu, we're here to guide you."
"We will take care of you during your next few years on Earth. If necessary, we can mobilize the White Zetsu intelligence network to help you."
A hint of doubt flashed in Black Zetsu's eyes as he frowned and said, "Shima, didn't the Sage explicitly forbid me from relying on your power?"
"idiot!"
Shima gave him a disgruntled look: "Our intelligence department is just there to cover for you. You're from Mount Myoboku. If you get caught or fall into trouble, we can't just stand by and watch, can we? We'll have to send people to bail you out."
Upon hearing this, Black Zetsu's tense expression suddenly relaxed, and a relieved smile appeared on his lips: "Oh well, as long as I don't encounter a sealing technique that can counter me, I'll be basically fine."
Changing the subject, Black Zetsu's eyes were filled with amazement, "But speaking of which, your intelligence network has actually become this powerful?"
Shima smiled proudly and raised his chin, saying, "Of course! The Great Immortal started planning this hundreds of years ago, and now our intelligence network covers the entire human world."
"Every move made by humans is being watched by White Zetsu and the Toad Clan."
"The fact that your history museum can record every piece of history accurately and without error, with every detail being detailed and correct, is ultimately thanks to the day and night investigations of our intelligence personnel."
Upon hearing this, Black Zetsu bowed slightly and said sincerely, "Then please thank the comrades in the Intelligence Department on my behalf."
Shima nodded slightly, then raised her hand and gently clapped her palms.
"Whoosh—"
A dark shadow emerged from the soil beside them, and a pure white-clad figure stood bowing before the three.
"Next, this White Zetsu will guide you to the Senju clan's territory."
Shima pointed at White Zetsu and said to Black Zetsu.
"Huh? You guys have a mission too?"
Black Zetsu looked at Shima, full of doubt.
Zhima nodded and said in a deep voice, "Yes, the Great Immortal has also assigned us tasks. But you don't need to worry, there are countless White Zetsu on duty in the mortal realm, so there will be no interruption in our support."
Ah Fei's eyes immediately lit up, and he excitedly swayed his body, saying, "Yeah, yeah! We're going to the Dragon Vein! I heard that place holds many ancient secrets and is very mysterious!"
Shima turned to look at Black Zetsu, his frog-like eyes meeting his, and said solemnly, "We're leaving now. I wish you success in passing the test and becoming a hermit of Mount Myōboku."
Black Zetsu nodded slowly: "Thank you, until we meet again."
"Um."
Zhima responded, then pulled Afei, who was still muttering about the dragon vein, and they quickly disappeared into the shadows of the branches and leaves.
Only Black Zetsu and White Zetsu, who were leading the way, stood quietly in the forest clearing, preparing to head towards the Thousand Hands clan's territory.
"Senior Black Zetsu, in order to be able to find you at any time, we need to plant a location mark on you," White Zetsu said gently with a faint smile on his lips.
Black Zetsu nodded knowingly, his dark body shifting slightly: "Yes, I understand, it's the Spore Technique, right?"
"As expected of a senior, you guessed it right away."
White Zetsu nodded in approval, and tiny white spores condensed from his fingertips, gently landing on Black Zetsu's body. In an instant, they merged into his skin without leaving a trace.
With their location confirmed, the two said no more and sank into the soil. Using the mayfly technique, they swiftly traversed the area and sped towards the Thousand Hands Clan's territory in an instant.
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On the other side, in the territory of the Thousand Hands Clan, the blue tiles of the Six Paths Hall were warmed by the sunlight.
The Thousand-Armed Crane lay lazily on the roof of the palace, its head resting on its arms, gazing at the drifting clouds in the sky and sighing softly.
"Sigh, the Uchiha clan is showing signs of starting another war. All the young ninjas in the clan have been transferred to the border for defense, and I can only watch helplessly here..."
Senju Tsuru's slender figure was silhouetted against the fading light of the setting sun, filled with helplessness and desolation. After a moment of silence, she waved her hand and murmured to herself in a self-comforting tone, "It's come to this now, let's go to sleep. Anything is possible in dreams..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, his breathing quickly became steady, and he fell into a deep sleep in no time. The sunlight gently shone on his face, fading away some of his worries.
He had just fallen asleep when a dark, shadowy figure quietly appeared from the corner of the palace.
Black Zetsu appeared, looked down at the fast-sleeping Senju Tsuru, and couldn't help but shake his head: "This is the reincarnation of Ashura? With such a lazy appearance, let alone being comparable to Senju Uzuki or Uchiha Izumi, he probably can't even compare to Senju Futen."
"However, with my assistance, you have the potential to become the strongest Asura reincarnation currently..."
A sly glint flashed in Hei Jue's eyes.
Its dark body transformed into a wisp of black mist, attaching itself directly to the Thousand-Handed Crane and merging seamlessly with its form, leaving no trace of abnormality.
Senjutsu-zuru remained completely unaware of this, continuing to sleep soundly without even flinching.
Senju-tsuru slept until sunset, when the orange-red glow of the sunset painted the sky before she groggily opened her eyes.
The surroundings were silent, the sun was slowly setting, and a feeling of loneliness instantly welled up in my heart.
Senju Tsuru gazed at the empty surroundings, murmuring dejectedly, "The sun has set... I guess I'll just eat and go back to sleep..."
With no friends by his side, all his power gone, and even his father, the clan chief, having long since given up on him, this ordinary man in the Thousand Hands clan territory filled with ninjas can only find temporary relief from his troubles by sleeping.
Upon hearing this, the Black Zetsu attached to him instantly darkened, silently raging in his heart: "Legendary Sleeping King? Dude, can't you even look down at your hands and feel the changes in your body?!"
"Sigh, another day has passed..."
Senju Tsuru gazed at the setting sun and muttered to herself in a low voice. Her gaze inadvertently swept over her left hand, and her body suddenly stiffened, her expression changing drastically!
"Hmm, what happened? Why is my left hand so black?!"
Senju Tsuru hurriedly raised her hand and examined it repeatedly. Her palm and knuckles were completely covered in a thick black color, as if ink had been splashed on them. No trace could be rubbed off even after rubbing. Filled with doubt, she murmured, "Was it stained with ink from the main hall?"
Before he finished speaking, the blackness in his palm suddenly began to wriggle, and the outline of his eyebrows and eyes slowly emerged, revealing a dark human face out of thin air—it was Black Jutsu.
"Hehe, young friend~"
Black Zetsu spoke with a smile, his tone somewhat mocking.
"ah!!"
The thousand-handed crane was terrified by the sudden sight. It was sitting on the edge of the eaves when it slipped and lost its balance, falling straight off the roof. The scream was stuck in its throat, and it closed its eyes, waiting for the excruciating pain to come.
Black Jue's face darkened, and he thought to himself: Am I that scary-looking?
Seeing that the Thousand Hand Crane, who had no chakra, was about to fall heavily, he immediately activated his power, and a viscous black liquid instantly surged out, firmly enveloping the Thousand Hand Crane's body.
"Bang!"
With a soft thud, the Thousand-Handed Crane curled up, fully expecting to die, but found that it felt no pain at all and stood unharmed in the open space in front of the main hall.
Senju Tsuru opened her eyes in a daze, looking down at her intact limbs with a face full of surprise: "Huh? Why can't I feel any pain? I'm not dead?"
"Ahem, kid, it was I who protected you."
Black Zetsu's voice came from his left hand again, and his dark face reappeared, carrying a hint of helplessness.
Senju Tsuru retreated in fright, staring intently at the strange object in her palm, her voice trembling: "You!? Are you a human or a demon!? Or is this a genjutsu cast by a ninja?"
"Me? I'm neither human nor ghost."
Black Zetsu straightened his invisible body, his tone becoming more arrogant: "However, you can call me the Black Zetsu Immortal."
"Um?"
Thousand-Handed Crane suddenly froze, her eyes wide open, sensing something.
He muttered to himself:
"Immortals? That's a sign of the Six Paths of Reincarnation!"