A veteran of the ninja world: surviving from the Six Paths of Heroes to Boruto

Chapter 200: The Ninja Police, Konoha.

[Two hundred chapters have been reached. Thank you all for reading this far. The pacing of this book is a bit slow; I didn't expect to only reach Hashirama and Madara so far. Actually, it was originally going to be even slower because I had several more stories about the reincarnations of Indra and Ashura prepared. But thank you all anyway.]

The border area between the Land of Earth and the Land of Grass.

The outskirts of Kamibubi Castle were completely desolate.

He was suspended in mid-air, his chakra flowing smoothly around him, and his feet did not touch the ground.

Black Zetsu was completely hidden beneath the bandages wrapped around his body, only exuding a faint, chilling aura.

"Black Immortal, could such a desolate and remote place truly hold a wondrous encounter?"

Looking down at the barren land beneath his feet, Wu frowned slightly and couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, take your time looking."

Black Zetsu closed his eyes and concentrated, his fingertips swirling with subtle Sage Chakra as he quietly sensed the flow of energy between heaven and earth.

Since the great immortal is certain that there is something unusual here, then he must be right.

A moment later.

Wu's gaze suddenly locked onto a huge pit in front of him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, and he paused for a moment.

"This place... is an ancient site where the Sage of Six Paths once fought."

"Legend has it that a ferocious and monstrous monster was once born here. To prevent it from wreaking havoc on the world and harming civilians, the Six Paths Immortal personally destroyed it completely, leaving only this giant crater as a testament to the earth-shattering battle of that time."

Wu said slowly.

Black Zetsu opened his eyes, and a deep voice came from under the bandages: "This is the place."

"No, use Earth Escape Technique to dig three feet into the ground; there must be a stone tablet hidden underground."

Wu Wenyan was taken aback at first, but then dared not delay for a moment and quickly formed hand seals.

A surge of powerful Earth Release chakra erupted instantly, causing the yellow earth beneath his feet to churn and boil. Amidst the flying debris, a cave dozens of meters deep was formed in an instant.

The next second, a simple and heavy stone outline suddenly appeared deep underground.

"This is... a stone tablet erected by the Sage of Six Paths himself?"

Without a sound of surprise, he quickly bent down and leaned closer, his eyes fixed on the words engraved on the stone tablet.

On the stone tablet, the ancient and vigorous characters are clearly legible:

"This place was once inhabited by a demon named Yatagarasu, who was ferocious and tyrannical, causing havoc in the region. I slew it away. I left only the Yatagarasu Sage Technique here, waiting for a destined person in the future to learn it."

"There really is one!"

Wu's eyes instantly blazed with intense light, and he murmured to himself, unable to contain his joy, "Heavens! Such a treasure! Heaven has blessed my Iwagakure Village..."

A subtle smile crept across Black Zetsu's lips, hidden beneath his bandages, as he softly urged, "No, try cultivating this immortal technique immediately."

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The Land of Water, the Hidden Mist Village.

"Master Fukasaku, I have successfully mastered immortal techniques. What should I do next?"

Hozuki Gengetsu stood respectfully before Fukasaku, asking with utmost reverence.

"Take it one step at a time, and don't be impatient."

"There's no need to rush things. We'll make a decision once you've successfully ascended to the position of Mizukage."

The immortal, Fukasaku, sat on the blue stone, his white beard hanging down, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

Upon hearing this, Hozuki Gengetsu nodded solemnly in agreement.

The sage before him, with his unparalleled knowledge and unfathomable strength, made him completely admire and trust every word of the sage's guidance.

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In the Land of Rain, inside a hidden mountain cave.

The cave was filled with cold, damp air.

In the dim light, a figure dressed in black slowly walked towards them.

This person was wearing a black robe with red auspicious clouds.

He wore an orange swirling mask and exuded a cold and oppressive aura.

"This secluded place, undisturbed by anyone, will serve as the organization's permanent base."

"The organization's name... will be called Akatsuki."

The man with the orange swirling mask spoke in a low voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground beside him suddenly churned, and a white Zetsu in the shape of a pitcher plant slowly emerged from the soil.

"Ah Fei, there are no outsiders here, there's no need to put on such a cold and gloomy act," Bai Jue said helplessly.

"Oh dear, my current persona is that of a deeply scheming schemer, so my voice should be this deep and cold."

Afei waved his hand, his tone becoming lighter, but he still deliberately kept his voice tense: "Also, don't call me Afei anymore, call me... Yuan."

"Yes, Lord Tori."

The pitcher plant White Zetsu had no choice but to speak.

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Eight years later, the格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall structure or pattern) of the five great nations and five great ninja villages in the ninja world has been completely finalized.

For eight years, the ninja world was at peace.

After eight years, Hashirama Senju had had enough of being the Hokage, so he retired without notice, handing the position to Madara Uchiha.

Hashirama Senju, on the other hand, lived a blissful life in the Senju clan's territory, oblivious to worldly affairs, indulging in drunken revelry at Mito's knees, and gambling every day.

Madara Uchiha became the Third Hokage.

Tobirama Senju was appointed as the Hokage's assistant.

Ban is busy until late at night every day.

A natural workaholic.

After Madara Uchiha came to power, he followed Hashirama's path and did not engage in fighting and killing everywhere.

However, the laws in the village are significantly stricter, and the controls are much tighter.

Moreover, Madara Uchiha was intolerant of any wrongdoing.

When they learned that someone in the village had embezzled money, they immediately locked him up in jail, without even bothering to find any evidence.

Uchiha Izuna became the principal of the Ninja Academy.

He took on disciples such as Hiruzen Sarutobi, Danzo Shimura, Koharu Utatane, Homura Mitokado, and Kagami Uchiha.

In the outside world, the First Tsuchikage and the First Mizukage abdicated.

Wu became the new Tsuchikage.

Hozuki Gengetsu became the new Mizukage.

Everything else remains unchanged.

"Tobirama, the various nations of the ninja world have been making increasingly outrageous and disruptive moves lately. I have decided to convene a Five Kage Summit!"

Madara Uchiha's gaze was sharp, his aura heavy and imposing as he looked at Tobirama with domineering presence.

Upon hearing this, Tobirama frowned and rationally advised, "Madara, it's just a small skirmish between a few ninja villages. Is it really necessary to hold such a grand Five Kage Summit?"

Madara Uchiha shook his head dismissively, his tone resolute: "Tobirama, we are the super ninja village of the ninja world. In a sense, we are the police who govern the order of the ninja world."

"They're the Ninja World Police!"

"We have an obligation to warn those ninja villages that have ulterior motives and break the rules."

"A super ninja village should, at the appropriate time, display the majesty that belongs to Konoha!"

Madara Uchiha spoke calmly, yet his tone exuded an undeniable authority.

"Alright, we'll do it your way, Hokage."

Tobirama Senju shrugged.

A few days later

Madara Uchiha initiated the Five Kage Summit.

They requested that all the major ninja villages come to Konoha to discuss important matters.

Note that this is a requirement!

Instead of an invitation.

Although Madara Uchiha said that Konoha would not seek hegemony, he actually practiced hegemony in every way.

Hidden Rock Village

Wu snorted coldly and slammed the letter from Konoha onto the table: "Hmph! Konoha, that hegemonic village!"

Black Zetsu glanced at the letter calmly: "No, endure it. Until your strength allows, you must be patient!"

Wu nodded and then asked, "Black Immortal, what do you think? Should we go or not?"

"Go! If we don't go, Madara Uchiha will cause trouble for us," Black Zetsu said.

After a moment's thought, Wu snorted coldly, "Hmph! Konoha! We, the Hidden Stone Village, will take its place sooner or later!"