Chapter 112 "Let the World Feel Pain..."

Chapter 112 "Let the World Feel Pain..."

In early November of Konoha Year 49, the turmoil in Amegakure suddenly ended without outsiders knowing.

In the dead of night, a thick stench of blood permeated the metallic-fabricated building, where Rain Village ninjas wearing breathing apparatus lay scattered and twisted on every floor.

In the top-floor room, the emaciated Hanzo had black rods piercing his limbs and chest, making it impossible for him to refine chakra. At this moment, he even had difficulty speaking.

Nagato, with his red hair, was now enveloped in white Zetsu. As the "mask" on his head dissipated, Hanzo saw those sage eyes once more.

"Bang!"

Nagato casually waved his hand, and the huge screen behind him flew onto the wall with a loud bang. Just as he was about to end his enemy's life, Hanzo, who was looking at the ceiling, suddenly spoke up: "Dying at the hands of the wielder of the Sage's Eye is not a bad choice either."

"You are Nagato of Akatsuki, aren't you? After killing me, have you thought about how you plan to shoulder the responsibility for Amegakure?"

"The tragedy of the Land of Rain is that we are situated between powerful nations, and the Rain Ninja can only seek survival in the cracks."

"Sowing allegiance to Konoha is my choice; Amegakure has no choice but to submit to their overwhelming power."

What decision would you make?

Even with the eyes of a sage, this fact cannot be changed: small countries will forever live in the shadow of large countries.

As Hanzo concluded, he couldn't help but recall the time when he overpowered the Sannin. Perhaps it was an opportunity, but in the end, he still couldn't change the country.

Nagato had never given much thought to the village's problems before. Akatsuki was originally a group of idealists fighting for peace in the Land of Rain.

But that negotiation changed everything. Ninjas from powerful nations could now freely dominate ninjas from smaller nations, and no one cared about their lives.

Upon hearing the question, Nagato involuntarily recalled the Konoha ninja who had killed his parents. He raised his right arm, looked at Hanzo, and replied in a cold tone, "A great nation?"

"I will make the world feel my pain, and then I will rewrite the rules!"

"Hanzo, you are the leader we respect even after you die."

You will live on forever, but this time as a puppet of Amegakure.

After saying this, Nagato walked to Hanzo's side, created another black rod with his right hand, and plunged it into Hanzo's heart.

"A leader...?"

Hanzo murmured a final word, a look of relief appearing on his wrinkled face. A sharp pain shot through his chest, and his consciousness gradually sank into darkness.

Nagato straightened up, his expression unusually calm. When his companions were killed by the Konoha ninja and the Amegakure ninja, his naive self from the past also died.

True enemies don't talk about ideals or reason like Yahiko; they only kill their targets without hesitation for a certain purpose.

"Lord Nagato, the next step is to take control of Hanzo's corpse."

"We will work together to help you perfect this puppet, so that there will be no chaos in Amegakure and the power can be transferred smoothly in the future."

"The Konoha ninja won't even realize Hanzo is dead. As long as Hanzo is still alive, we can prevent another war."

C

White Zetsu's head suddenly appeared on Nagato's shoulder, offering advice. Looking at those Rinnegan eyes, he once again exclaimed in his heart, "As expected of a core member of Madara's plan, he has mastered the basics of Yin-Yang Release in such a short time."

Nagato nodded. These creatures, which had been spat out of the Gedo Mazo, called him the "Creator." In the recent battle, they had even helped him withstand Hanzo's Fire Release: Exploding Flame Formation.

The newly created White Zetsu seems to have a high level of intelligence, and Nagato does not yet fully trust these creatures.

"I am not suited to lead a village; this should be Yahiko's position."

"Fortunately, we found Konan. Let her lead Amegakure forward."

"And I will fulfill Yahiko's wish and become the god of this world!"

"Xiao Nan is gentler than anyone else; I will bear the burden of that darkness."

With a thought, Hanzo, whose body was pierced with black rods, stood up and appeared beside Nagato with a "zombie gait." Seeing this, White Zetsu praised in an admiring tone, "As expected of Lord Nagato! In this way, the Land of Rain can be controlled by Lord Nagato!"

"It's under Konan's control."

"I'll manipulate Hanzo to lay out my corpse, so I can die alongside Yahiko and the others."

Nagato commands the puppet Hanzo to don a black robe; he will now remain hidden behind the scenes, and Akatsuki will be reborn once again.

Two days later, Hanzo, the leader of Amegakure, announced that all the rebels had been killed and the village had returned to its former peace.

Although Hanzo was very old, he was still very strong. As for the purge of many high-ranking members, most of the Amegakure ninja had no objection. The strong could do whatever they wanted with the weak.

Because she had been inside the snake's belly for some time, Xiao Nan had become much thinner.

After learning that Yahiko and his companions had been killed by Konoha ninjas and Amegakure ninjas, Konan nearly collapsed. She realized that there was a problem with the negotiations, but she could only watch everyone die.

The Akatsuki's stronghold was deserted. The girl sat on the ground with her knees drawn up to her chest. Only after hearing footsteps did Konan raise her head.

Nagato felt a pang of pain in his heart when he saw his friend's reddened eyes. He walked to her side and said softly, "Konan, from now on, you will lead Amegakure. You will definitely be able to make the people of the Land of Rain live a better life."

"No one can hurt us anymore. I will protect you."

"As for Akatsuki, he will not perish; Yahiko will always be by our side."

Although Konan didn't witness the scene, just imagining it made her breathless. She could understand Nagato's change in temperament, but she still whispered a reminder: "Don't completely trust those creatures. Restoring the power of the Gedo Mazo might be their real goal."

"Nagato, I don't know how to govern a village well, especially now that it's wartime, the situation is even more complicated..."

"It's alright, Konan. Amegakure is already in a bad state, so don't put too much pressure on yourself. You can definitely do better. Leave the war to me."

Nagato interrupted his friend, seeing the girl's hesitant expression, and patted her shoulder forcefully to remind her, "Don't forget Yahiko's wish!"

Konan took a deep breath and stopped refusing. She knew that Nagato had already completed the most difficult task, and she didn't want to disappoint her friend.

"I will work hard to learn how to govern the village, and in the future, Amegakure will become Akatsuki's support."

Furukawa Osamu's spirit sensed most of the information within Konan's body; the girl's emotions were fluctuating wildly, as this information had come to her doorstep.

I initially thought Konan would stay by Nagato's side, but it seems the girl will control more resources: the "death potion of the Land of Rain" is secured.

In the intensive care unit of Konoha Hospital, Orochimaru sat up in bed, trying to adapt to the power surging within his body.

Many years ago, Orochimaru modified his body, and in some ways, he felt that he was ahead of the entire ninja world.

The Hashirama cells used in this adventure were completely different, and their surging vitality intoxicated Orochimaru.

Although he hadn't fully mastered it yet, Orochimaru still felt he was stronger.

Noticing the ward door open, Orochimaru looked up, then a slight smile appeared on his lips as he praised in a hoarse voice, "Perfect activation technology! Shu, you've grown again!"

"I almost forgot, you're only 12 years old. At that age, you're still a long way from your limit."

"Teacher, choosing to fight against the consciousness within the cells is still too risky."

Furukawa Osamu, carrying the folder, approached the bedside and sighed. After carefully examining the data on the instruments, he pondered for a moment and then reiterated, "Although I weakened this part of consciousness using the Spirit Transformation Technique," the First Hokage's power is still too great.

"Teacher, you need to be wary of the resurgence of 'cellular consciousness,' like the mask that appears in experiments; once that happens, the power will spiral out of control."

"The best way to permanently solve this problem is to replace this consciousness with one's own mental power."

"But so far in my research, I can only make the body assimilate cells, not achieve the same level of strength."

Although Orochimaru didn't completely believe it, what he was currently sensing was indeed as Furukawa Osamu had said: "It's already very good, Osamu. If you want to control stronger power, you have to pay a price."

"The body is merely a vessel that binds the soul; I know what to do."

Seeing Orochimaru's confidence, Furukawa immediately flattered him, claiming that Orochimaru's body was now completely under his control and that some of his secret techniques had been analyzed.

"If the teacher feels uncomfortable, please remind me promptly."

"Multiple transplants will put your will to the test even more. It's best to avoid battles for now. With the improved chakra quality, you'll need some time to adjust, teacher."

Orochimaru smiled warmly and responded, then handed a key to Furukawa Osamu: "This is a little toy for you. Some of the materials were collected from the battlefield in the Land of Rain."

"It's a pity that an important laboratory was destroyed, otherwise we could have studied some interesting bloodline limits."

"You know how to get the location; the little guy will take you there."

Looking at the laboratory key in his hand, Furukawa Osamu couldn't help but think of Uchiha Madara, who loved to dig holes. The old man's chakra was indeed strong, making him feel his burning "love" for Hashirama every day.

"Thank you for the gift, teacher. I'll be staying in the village these days, and I'll help teach Hongdou as well."

Orochimaru was slightly taken aback. He had been so engrossed in the "Sage of Six Paths" that he had forgotten about his disciple: "Thank you for your help, Anko."

Watching Furukawa Osamu's departing figure, Orochimaru's face fell into deep thought. He still couldn't find any problem with his body: "Could it be that I'm overthinking things?"

In the evening, after Furukawa Osamu finished helping Tsunade with the documents, a knock sounded on the door right on time. Anko peeked out and excitedly exclaimed, "Senpai! What are we learning today? Those snakes were so scary!"

After arriving at the office, Anko, with her purple ponytail swaying, quickly glanced around and, not finding Shizune, was immediately delighted. She moved closer to Furukawa Osamu, her face full of anticipation, and continued, "I practice Hidden Shadow Snake Hands every day. Could you teach me some more ninjutsu, senior?"

"Those theoretical knowledge is still too difficult to understand. I want to train with my seniors so that my body can remember the feeling of releasing ninjutsu."

Furukawa Osamu didn't agree. He stood up, tapped "Bean Sprout's" forehead, and smiled, saying, "Next time, Red Bean. I have some work to do in the lab tonight."

"If you perform well and pass my test, I will teach you some more Fire Release ninjutsu."

"Knowledge is very important, don't disappoint Lord Orochimaru."

Mitarashi Anko, her face slightly flushed as she covered her forehead, quickly added as she saw Furukawa Osamu packing up his documents to leave work: "Senpai, want to go eat mochi balls together? It's a newly opened shop, and the food is especially good."

"Be careful not to gain weight later; sweets are a girl's worst enemy."

Late at night, in the underground laboratory on the west side of the village, the experimental subject, Ye Cang, completed some data recording work with a blank expression.

Since the puppet rune was implanted in her heart, Yekura has become completely numb. The "surrender" of Sunagakure has also made her feel disappointed in the village.

Although she gained new powers, Yekura felt as if she were already dead, and no one cared about her existence.

When Furukawa offered to help, Yekura agreed without hesitation. Now that she had gained some freedom, she could barely fill the emptiness in her heart.

"Bloodline limits cannot be replicated. If they could be restored through so-called technology, this bloodline power would not be regarded as a precious asset by every ninja village."

Yekura spoke up expressionlessly, but Furukawa Osamu shook his head: "It's just a more advanced way of using chakra. Copying your ninjutsu isn't difficult."

"But you're right about one thing: most ninjas can't do these things."

Furukawa Osamu suddenly raised his right hand, and an orange-red fireball silently appeared. The air in the laboratory suddenly became unusually dry. Yekura stared blankly at this scene: "You... how did you do that?"

"I know your body better than you do. The so-called bloodline limit is mostly another manifestation of the influence of chakra."

"It's not difficult to simply combine the fire and wind attributes; my goal is to combine all five attributes."

Furukawa Osamu casually dispersed the fireball. Under the initial influence of the [Gathering] chakra, his body was slowly transforming every day.

He had been researching the Scorching Release Bloodline Limit for many years, and through targeted guidance from his spirit body, he successfully evolved this ability using the God Tree Chakra and Ashura Chakra.

Hearing these words, Ye Cang's face turned red, and she was extremely annoyed. However, upon sensing the inhuman chakra aura emanating from Furukawa Osamu, she could only lower her head and respond.

"If you have the opportunity, you can exchange your freedom for a mission."

"Lord Orochimaru and I both need more ninjas with bloodline limits. Pakura, this is your chance."

"The modified body will grant you greater strength, allowing you to hunt down ninjas with bloodline limits. You might want to consider it."

Munkoku Osamu smiled at the other person. Yekura's face turned pale, and she helplessly crossed her arms, muttering to herself, "Do I have the right to refuse? If I don't agree, then this body belongs to you."

Furukawa Osamu turned away to continue focusing on the data on the instrument, ignoring Yekura, and casually replied, "Yeah, I just didn't want to waste my energy; clones are too boring."

"For you, restricted freedom is much better than being an experimental subject!"