Naruto: Starting as the Third Hokage with Tears in His Eyes

Chapter 586 Killer Bee's Invitation

The Fourth Raikage A and Hanzo the Salamander looked at the disheveled Onoki and Chiyo, secretly glad that they had chosen the right side.

A catastrophe that could have engulfed the entire ninja world and caused countless deaths was transformed into a feast of sharing the spoils amidst the aroma of grilled meat and ramen.

Hiruzen Sarutobi, this man, with his unreasonable absolute power and righteous strategies, forcefully steered the course of ninja history onto a path that no one could have predicted.

The sun finally broke through the long stretch of dark clouds, and golden rays shone down on the earth, bathing the entire camp in a warm glow.

The ninjas from Konoha, Kumogakure, and even some Amegakure ninjas mingled together. Although they were still somewhat unfamiliar with each other, the tense hostility they had shown before was gone.

A blueprint for peace is slowly unfolding.

However, beneath this peaceful sunlight, an unknown abyss is gazing upon the world.

The camera suddenly plunges, passing through clouds, through the earth, through rock layers, at an unimaginable speed, diving deep into the distant land of wind, beneath the endless yellow sands.

Inside a cold, deathly silent underground laboratory.

Countless thick pipes connect to a huge glass petri dish, where dark green nutrient solution eerily bubbles.

A figure was immersed in nutrient solution, his body covered with various tubes, and his young and handsome face was completely bloodless.

The genius of the Uchiha clan—Uchiha Ran!

Black Zetsu's figure, as mushy as mud, slowly emerged from the shadows. It had no physical form, only a twisted mass of will. It "looked" at Uchiha Ran in the petri dish and let out a silent, owl-like, ear-piercing laugh.

[Hahaha... Hiruzen Sarutobi, do you think you've won?]

It was as if in response to its maniacal laughter.

In the petri dish, the man who had been unconscious suddenly twitched violently, his tightly closed eyelids twitching.

next second.

He suddenly opened his eyes!

They were a pair, scarlet as blood, with bizarre and evil patterns...

Kaleidoscope Sharingan!

……

The agreement was signed, and Onoki and Chiyo left the scene in silence.

The entire camp, along with the surrounding world, was shrouded in an oppressive silence.

Ohnoki walked out step by step, his back hunched.

The robe that signified his status as the Tsuchikage was now covered in dust, hanging loosely on his short frame, making him look incredibly comical.

He had flown through the sky when he came to the Land of Thunder not long ago, looking down on all living beings; but now, as he left, his feet were heavy on the ground, each step feeling as if the earth was draining the last bit of his strength.

Chiyo, who was following behind him, was in an even worse situation.

This living fossil of Sunagakure, a master of puppetry, was now staggering, his eyes vacant, moving only on instinct.

This short stretch of road became the longest ordeal of their lives.

The ninjas from Konoha and Kumogakure remained silent, simply watching them calmly. But it was precisely this calmness, this emotionless gaze, that was more hurtful than any mockery or humiliation.

Finally, as the two figures completely disappeared behind the tent flap, an unrestrained and extremely joyful sneer broke the deathly silence.

"Pfft... Hahahaha!"

The Fourth Raikage Ai, this muscular man, was laughing so hard he was doubled over, punching his own thigh with a dull thud.

He pointed in the direction where Onoki disappeared, his shoulders shaking as if he had Parkinson's disease.

"Did you see that, Tsuchishiro? Did you see that old dwarf's back? Hahahaha! That was... that was so satisfying!"

His laughter was filled with pure, undisguised schadenfreude.

At this moment, the blood of his compatriots seemed to find some release, along with Onoki's appearance as a stray dog.

Tsuchishiro shook his head helplessly but did not stop them.

Lord Raikage needed this way to release pressure, and his gaze turned with awe to the figure that slowly stood up.

Hiruzen Sarutobi stretched out his arms and legs, his joints cracking and popping.

"Ugh... I'm so tired, so tired."

He pounded his lower back while muttering complaints on his face.

"Acting is really physically demanding, especially playing such unfathomable and powerful figures. The mental pressure is immense. I should have just stopped pretending and directly beaten them into submission; that would have been so much easier..."

"Pfft."

Tsunade couldn't help but laugh as she stepped into the tent.

She rolled her eyes at her teacher, feeling both annoyed and amused.

For a moment just now, even she was intimidated by the teacher's terrifying aura, but now it seems that it was all an act.

Orochimaru licked his lips with interest and let out a low laugh: "Hehehe... Spartacus, Hiruzen-sensei. Your control over your aura and chakra has reached an art form."

Only Danzo remained with that unchanging, icy expression.

He silently stepped forward, took out a specially made sealing scroll from the root that he had prepared beforehand, and carefully and meticulously rolled up the newly signed agreement and sealed it away, his actions as devout as if he were handling a rare treasure.

This agreement is the cornerstone of Konoha's hegemony for the next century, and it cannot be lost.

Sakumo Hatake and Kagami Uchiha exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of relief on each other's faces.

Just as the atmosphere relaxed, a groan came from a corner of the tent.

"Hmm..."

Jiraiya's hair was a mess, like a bird's nest. He shook his head, looking blankly at the chaotic scene inside the tent and the burnt-out barbecue grill on the table.

"What happened? What's going on? Did I miss something?"

Tsunade stepped forward and slapped him on the back of the head, scolding him irritably, "You idiot! All you do is sleep!"

Jiraiya clutched his head in pain, his mind still a little dazed.

He subconsciously looked at his teacher, and met Hiruzen Sarutobi's gentle smile with a hint of kindness.

Instantly, the terrifying memory of being punched through the body and almost having one's soul knocked out of the top of the head surged into his mind like a tidal wave.

Jiraiya shuddered, instantly sobering up.

Just as the Konoha group was preparing to break camp and enjoy the leisure of victory, a figure wearing sunglasses and carrying seven swords appeared without warning at the camp entrance, blocking everyone's way.

"Yo! Yo! The war is over, the victory bells have banished all worries! The strongest warriors of Konoha are gathered here to hear me, Killer Bee, write a new chapter! Yeah!"

Accompanied by this rap that was so cringeworthy it could fill a three-bedroom apartment, a dark-skinned ninja from the Hidden Cloud Village wearing sunglasses, carrying seven swords, swaggered in.

It was Killer Bee, the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki.

Ray Shadow Ai's face instantly darkened, veins bulged on his forehead, and his clenched fists made a cracking sound.

"By! You idiot! Get out of here..."

"Lord Raikage."

Tsuchishiro quickly grabbed him and gently shook his head at him.

The Konoha members, on the other hand, wore expressions of anticipation, scrutinizing the strangely styled young man from Kumogakure with great interest.

Ignoring his older brother's murderous glare, Killer Bee grinned at Sakumo Hatake in the crowd, revealing a set of white teeth, and then began to sway rhythmically.

"Yo! Yo! Konoha's White Fang-senpai, long time no see! Check it out!"

"Our last parting was too hasty, leaving me feeling empty! The promised sparring didn't happen, and my fighting spirit is surging! The weather's so nice today, don't think you can slip away again! Let's have a clash of swords, and show me your edge! Yeah!"

A clumsy yet passionate rap echoed through the camp.

Orochimaru let out a low, hissing laugh, while Jiraiya's eyes lit up as if he had found a kindred spirit. He pulled out his notebook and began jotting down his inspiration.

Sakumo Hatake looked at the energetic young man in front of him and smiled gently.

He walked forward slowly, his gentle aura unchanged.

"Haha, sure."

He smiled and agreed.

Just two words, yet they instantly changed the atmosphere around them.

Sakumo Hatake was still Sakumo Hatake, with a gentle smile on his face, but that gentle aura vanished the moment he finished speaking.

Instead, there was a faint, yet unmistakable, sharp edge that sent shivers down the spines of everyone present.

Like a peerless sword hidden in its sheath, the slightest tremor caused the air to groan in sorrow.

He slowly placed his hand on the hilt of the short knife wrapped in white cloth behind him.

The movement was slow and gentle.

But in Killer Bee's eyes, the whole world seemed to be slowed down at that moment.

That was no longer a person, but a bottomless, boundless ocean of swords!