I, a cultivator, ended up in the Naruto world.

Chapter 107 The Localization of Soul Condensation Technique

Outside the Hokage Building.

Moonlight tapped on Hatake Sakumo beside him.

"Senior Hatake, that guy just now—was that the legendary Yang Xiang?"

Sakumo Hatake nodded.

Moonlight shone as he swallowed hard.

Although he had previously been in charge of monitoring the Senju.

But as a seasoned veteran...

He has never clocked in.

Isn't standing on the Hokage Rock every day and watching over the Senju clan's territory considered surveillance?

It's just that my eyesight is a bit too bad and I can't see clearly.

So this was the first time he had ever met the person he was monitoring.

"When he looked at me just now, my legs went weak. He's a pretty handsome young man, so why is his gaze so intimidating?"

Sakumo Hatake remained silent.

Yang Xiang's eyes weren't scary at all; that was just a physiological reaction.

Moonlight himself probably didn't even know that he was seriously injured by Yang Xiang.

Sakumo Hatake simply watched the departing figures of the Senju ninja and the boy walking at the very front.

Twenty years ago, he also met a person like that.

The man stood before the waterfall at the Valley of the End, with a burning forest behind him and the fallen Uchiha Madara beneath his feet.

Hashirama Senju.

That was the First Hokage of Konoha, the God of the Shinobi World, a figure revered by all ninjas.

And now—

Sakumo Hatake withdrew his gaze and sighed softly.

"Let's go."

"Huh? Where to?"

"Go back and pack your things." Hatake Sakumo patted the short sword at his waist. "This war has only just begun."

The land of the Thousand Hands Clan.

Just as Yang Xiang was about to return to his room to cultivate, his grandmother called him back. There, he saw Thousand Hands Peach Blossom holding a scroll.

"come over."

"Um."

Yang Xiang walked over and sat down next to her.

"Grandma, what did you see at the meeting today?"

Senju Momoka smiled and said, "How dark was Danzo's face?"

"more than."

Yang Xiang took the tea she offered and took a sip.

"I saw Orochimaru's face turn black too."

Senju Momoka paused for a moment, then laughed.

"You little brat, you did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"Of course not."

Yang Xiang looked completely innocent.

"I genuinely want to help Orochimaru-senpai. The puppeteers from Sunagakure are so powerful, I'm afraid he won't be able to handle them."

Tao Hua smiled and shook her head.

This kid is starting to sound more and more like Hashirama.

They're clearly just trying to steal the credit, but they're making it sound so nice.

"Oh, right," she handed over the scroll, "news from Katsuragi Mountain. The Uzumaki clan has been settled, and the Tsuchigumo clan's aid is underway. Also, Kouichi said he wants to build a joint training ground at Katsuragi Mountain so that young people from all three clans can train together."

Yang Xiang took the scroll, glanced at it, and nodded.

"Sure. Let him do it. If he doesn't have enough money, it can be covered by the clan's funds."

Tao Hua looked at him, her eyes filled with relief, but also with a hint of complexity.

"Yang Xiang, are you really only thirteen years old?"

Yang Xiang paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Grandma, what a question! Didn't you watch me grow up?"

Tao Hua remained silent.

She watched him grow up.

From a gloomy kid hiding in a corner as a child to a boy who can stand in front of everyone and make the Hokage give way with just a word.

It's only been a year.

How could he have grown so quickly in just one year?

"grandmother?"

Yang Xiang's voice pulled her back to reality.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Momoka shook her head. "I just thought that if Hashirama-nii saw you today, he would be very happy."

Yang Xiang paused for a moment.

He looked out at the courtyard beyond the eaves, and at the old cherry blossom tree.

"Maybe."

He said softly.

"However, I hope even more that he can see that the Senju clan has finally returned."

At the same time, in the Uchiha clan territory.

Fugaku sat alone in the room, with a bronze sound tube in front of him.

Those were ninja tools made by Kurama Murakumo, which were confiscated by Uchiha Madara and then given to him.

The Kurama clan's bloodline limit is truly useful, ever since I started using it.

He was somewhat fascinated by the feeling of having his senses amplified.

He picked up the microphone and pressed his thumb on the copper plate on the side.

After hesitating for a moment, he put it down again.

There was a knock on the door.

"Brother Fugaku, are you there?"

..

Fugaku quickly put away the microphone and stood up.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and several young Uchiha clan members walked in.

"Brother Fugaku, have you heard? The entire Senju clan attended today's meeting! That Yang Xiang was standing right in the middle, and even the Hokage didn't say a word!"

"Yeah, yeah! So many of our Uchiha went too, but they stole all the limelight!"

"Brother Fugaku, when can we do that too?"

Fugaku watched their excited expressions and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he laughed.

That smile made the young people pause for a moment.

"Don't rush."

Fugaku walked to the window, opened it, and looked at the darkening sky outside.

"It will happen."

His voice was soft, yet it carried an indescribable certainty.

"Everything that belongs to the Uchiha will be there, not a single thing will be missing."

The young people looked at each other, wondering what he was talking about.

But for some reason, looking at Fugaku's back, they suddenly felt very at ease.

Outside the window, the last ray of sunlight sank below the horizon.

Night fell, enveloping Konoha.

In the deepest part of the Senju clan's territory, there was no light in a Japanese-style room.

Only a faint green light flowed in the darkness.

Yang Xiang sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed.

The green light rose from his dantian, flowed through his meridians throughout his body, and finally gathered at the tip of his right index finger.

He was analyzing the Corpse Demon Sealing Technique.

Summoning death and sealing souls may sound mystical, but in essence, it is simply an extreme application of natural energy.

For an ordinary ninja to use this technique, they need to use their own soul as a bargaining chip, making a deal with the Grim Reaper.

But Yang Xiang is different.

His dantian stores the purest natural energy.

He didn't borrow the power of Death; he himself was a miniature version of Death.

The green light at my fingertips flickered, pulsating rhythmically like breathing.

Yang Xiang's consciousness sank into it, dismantling the complex structure of the technique bit by bit.

The technique for sealing the corpse demon was refined by the Uzumaki clan over a hundred years.

Yang Xiang did not copy it.

He's making changes.

The vortex technique is "borrowing." It borrows the power of death, at the cost of the caster's own soul.

What he needs to do is "summon." He will use his own natural energy to directly condense an avatar similar to the Grim Reaper.

There was no cost, no transaction, only pure control.

It's hard.

Even with his Foundation Establishment stage cultivation, creating such a technique out of thin air would require countless deductions and trials.

But he has plenty of time.

The green light at his fingertips suddenly fluctuated violently, and a tiny rune condensed from the light, hovering above his palm.

The rune was only the size of a fingernail, entirely emerald green, and emitted a faint, cold light. Upon closer inspection, a blurry human face could be vaguely seen on the rune, its expression a mixture of a smile and anger.

Yang Xiang opened his eyes and stared at the rune for a few seconds.

"That's interesting."

He exhaled softly, and the runes trembled slightly in the air before slowly dissipating, turning into specks of green light that melted back into his palm.

This is not the complete Reaper Death Seal.

It wasn't even a prototype.

But this proves that his line of thinking is correct.

If he continues to develop his techniques, one day he will be able to create his own unique art.

Only when the Reaper Death Seal is combined with his puppet techniques can it truly affect chakra.

Previously, his Soul Condensation Technique and Soul-Trapping Technique had not made any progress, and now he realized it was because he was not adapting to the new environment.

Faint noises could be heard outside the window.

Yang Xiang glanced to the side. Through the crack in the paper door, he could see that the courtyard of the clan was brightly lit and filled with people.

Some people were moving supplies, some were inspecting ninja tools, and others were talking in hushed tones.

Those were members of the Senju clan, preparing for the upcoming war.

Sunagakure has already made its move.

Iwagakure and Kumogakure will be here soon too.

This war will not be like World War I, all talk and no action.

With the four great nations launching attacks simultaneously, Konoha must contend with assaults from three directions at once.

Many people will die.

Yang Xiang withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes again.

But he wouldn't let the Senju clan die without knowing why.

His orders to the tribe were very clear—follow him and obey his commands.

Don't try to be a hero, don't be an individualist.

Fight if you can win, run if you can't.

Coming back alive is more important than anything else.

This was the first lesson he taught Nawaki during his five years at the Ninja Academy, and also the first lesson he taught to all the Senju clan members.

Only by living can we have a future.

The green light on my fingertips lit up again.

Outside the window, the noise of the tribesmen gradually faded away.

The night was darker.

Inside the room, that little green light stayed on until late at night.