socalfunplaces Chapter 107: After 100 years, I will be a legend; after 100 years, I will be a myth.
Chapter 107: After 100 years, I will be a legend; after 100 years, I will be a myth.
As Black Zetsu listened to Senju Tsuru's plan to rush to the battlefield, his dark eyebrows drooped slightly, and he nodded thoughtfully.
The battlefield is the core of the ninja world's conflicts, and it's a good opportunity to search for it. You might even encounter the reincarnation of Indra in this generation.
Black Zetsu remembers that the current Indra reincarnation is the first female clan leader of the Uchiha clan, with an arrogant and flamboyant personality, and is the core figure of the Uchiha clan today.
Such a character will surely appear on the battlefield!
"I'm going to tell my dad."
Senju Tsuru could no longer contain her joy and ran briskly toward the Senju clan chief's residence, eager to tell her father the good news that she could refine chakra as soon as possible.
Inside the main hall of the Thousand Hands Clan.
With her left hand, covered in ink, Thousand Hand Crane told her father, in a hurried and excited tone, about the news that she would be able to resume her training.
Hearing that his son, who had been neglected for more than ten years, had regained his cultivation ability.
"Ah! This is great news!"
The Senju clan chief was initially astonished, but then overjoyed. He stepped forward and patted Senju Tsuru's shoulder heavily, his cloudy eyes filled with relief.
He immediately ordered his clansmen to fetch the Thousand Hands Ninjutsu scroll and also gave him the Super Strength Fist.
(Note: The Super Strength Fist was created by Tobirama Senju. It would not exist in this era; this Super Strength Fist was only in its prototype.)
"He'er, your foundation has just been restored. You should focus on your cultivation for two months. I will assess your strength before deciding on your deployment to the battlefield. Do not rush things."
The Thousand Hands Clan Chief gave a solemn instruction, his tone full of expectation.
"Okay!" Senju Tsuru nodded.
"Your hand?" The Senju clan chief looked at Senju Tsuru's jet-black left hand with a slight puzzlement.
"It's nothing, I just think it looks nice this way." Senju Tsuru smiled.
The Thousand Hands Clan Chief sensed something amiss and nodded.
"Your aesthetic sense is quite peculiar..."
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Dragon veins, sand dunes
Yellow sand swirls and undulates in the hot wind atop the sand dunes of the Dragon Vein Land.
Shima the Hermit stood beside him, his brows slightly furrowed.
Afei, meanwhile, swayed his white Zetsu body, sensing the power below with a look of novelty on his face.
"Wow, what terrifying chakra fluctuations! The power of this dragon vein is even more immense than Mount Myōboku. No wonder the Great Sage specifically sent us to investigate."
Ah Fei's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
(Note: In the lore, dragon veins are said to be the chakra flowing through the earth, which is theoretically infinite. However, I do not believe that this thing is infinite, because the earth can also be destroyed. Once the earth explodes, the dragon veins will naturally cease to exist.)
Master Shima nodded solemnly, his tone filled with worry: "The Great Sage wants to move the Dragon Vein back to Mount Myōboku. With such a domineering power entering the mountain, I wonder what kind of changes it will cause."
At this point, she hesitated, her eyes filled with concern.
"Senior Shima, you're overthinking it. Anyway, a great immortal has taken care of the relocation. We're just patrolling the surrounding area." Afei shrugged indifferently.
Zhima turned to look at him, his expression serious: "No one is allowed to enter the area within a hundred miles of the dragon vein. This matter is of great importance and cannot be taken lightly."
Ah Fei immediately patted his chest and assured him, "Don't worry! I've already killed everyone within a hundred miles!"
"Hmm... Ah!?"
Shima nodded at first, then suddenly realized what she had said, her pupils contracting sharply as she demanded, "What did you say?!"
Upon seeing this, Afei immediately waved his hand with a grin: "Hahaha, senior, don't be angry, I was just joking!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhima raised his hand and slapped Afei on the head with great force.
"If you continue to make such reckless and inappropriate jokes, I'll demote you to the Moon Intelligence Department and make you a space intelligence officer for life, spending your days stargazing!"
Afei rubbed his head and yelped, pouting in grievance, then leaned forward and asked, "Senior, when are we going back to the center of the ninja world?"
Shima glanced at him sideways: "What's the rush to go back for?"
"I want to see how Black Zetsu's plan is progressing. Maybe I'll take on the Sage Trial someday and learn some experience in advance."
Ah Fei chuckled, his eyes full of curiosity.
"ha?"
Shima couldn't help but laugh out loud, patting his shoulder: "You little brat, you're thinking too far ahead. I haven't even done it yet, and you still want to take the test? You'll have to wait a few more years."
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Three months passed in the blink of an eye, and the autumn wind swept across the Senju clan's training grounds, carrying golden fallen leaves.
Senju Tsuru was dressed in dark gray armor, with a tall and straight posture and surging chakra around him.
Senju Tsuru gathered fire-style chakra in her palm and shouted sharply, "Fire Release: Fire Barrage!"
Several fireballs shot out in succession, crashing into the stone target and exploding with a deafening roar.
He then quickly formed hand seals, instantly switching chakra attributes!
"Water Release: Water Wall!"
A pale blue wall of water rose from the ground and instantly formed a hand seal!
"Earth Release·Earth Marsh!"
The ground turned into a muddy swamp, trapping the dummy.
After completing the ninjutsu, Senju Tsuru picked up the Thousand Hands Great Sword, channeled chakra into her arms, and the blade was enveloped in a strong wind!
Several sharp blades were unleashed in succession, and the wooden stakes in the training ground snapped in two.
"Snapped!"
With a series of fluid movements, the Thousand-Handed Crane stood still, feeling the abundant power within his body, and excitedly clenched his fist.
"You've gotten stronger!"
"Senju-tsuru is excited," she said.
A dark face appeared on the palm of the left hand, smiling and nodding: "Mastering the three elemental ninjutsu in just two months, and even grasping the prototype of the Super Strength Fist, is an extremely impressive progress."
"This is all thanks to the Black Immortal."
Senju Tsuru's eyes were sincere, and her tone was humble.
"If you hadn't given me chakra and enhanced my control over it, I wouldn't have been able to master multiple attributes, and I wouldn't even be able to refine chakra."
After spending three months together, the two had become as close as teacher and student.
Senju Tsuru can talk to Kuroze about anything, from his ideals of serving his country and his principles of ninja way to the history of the ninja world.
He was increasingly amazed by Black Zetsu's knowledge.
Not only is he proficient in ninjutsu training, but he also knows the secret history of the Senju, Uchiha and other major ninja clans. He can even talk about the power operation and governance of mortal kingdoms with ease, making him a man of great learning.
Senju Tsuru couldn't help but scratch his head and ask, "Black Zetsu, how do you know everything? You even know more about Senju's past than my father does. Why is that?"
Black Zetsu sneered inwardly: the history of the ninja clans was something he had personally witnessed and recorded, so naturally it far surpassed that of these younger generations.
Black Zetsu remained expressionless, then spoke, "No need to dwell on trivial matters. Your strength is sufficient; it's time to gain experience on the battlefield. By the way, you haven't killed anyone yet, have you?"
Senju Tsuru's smile vanished instantly, her expression tightened slightly, and she hesitated before saying:
"I've never killed a ninja, but I've slaughtered pigs for my clan..."
"Haha? Slaughtering a pig?"
Upon hearing this, Black Zetsu couldn't help but chuckle, his dark features trembling slightly.
Senju Tsuru looked troubled and said softly, "Although I aspire to serve the Senju clan, I ultimately abhor killing. All living beings have a life, and we shouldn't arbitrarily take others' lives, should we?"
Black Zetsu nodded slightly, his tone calm: "Your character is excellent, it's just a pity you were born in the wrong era."
The ninja world is now rife with bloodshed and the times are cruel. If you were born in the era of the First Ninja Clan, you would surely have gained that person's favor.
"The first generation of Ninja sect?"
Senju Tsuru looked on with a puzzled expression: "You mean the Ninja Sage? Isn't that a legendary figure? Did he really exist?"
Senju Tsuru would never have imagined that the Black Zetsu in front of him was actually a brother to the long-ago Otsutsuki Hagoromo, also known as the Ninja Sage!
Black Zetsu paused slightly, a sense of melancholy rising in his heart.
Yes, for younger generations like Senju Tsuru, Otsutsuki Hagoromo, Ashura, Indra, and the Ninja Sect have long since become distant myths.
Black Zetsu sighed inwardly: It really did come true as the Great Immortal had said.
"A hundred years from now, I will be a legend; a thousand years from now, I will be a myth."