Konoha's Mission Master

Upon hearing this, Madara Uchiha gently shook his head.

"Why?...After all, they used to be our partners!"

"A person like him should be torn to pieces."

Madara Uchiha waved his hand and spoke.

Coincidentally, he said the same thing as Hashirama Senju.

"But...after all, we were once partners..."

The white-clad figure offered words of comfort, seemingly reluctant to do so.

The next second, his head exploded out of thin air.

"I told you, a chatterbox like him wouldn't live more than three days."

"Don't talk, I'm imagining what it feels like to poop."

In the corner, two other figures in pure white were gloating over their companion's death.

Everything has settled down.

Yakumo looked at the blood-stained earth beneath his feet and shook his head helplessly.

He really couldn't remove these marks.

As the mist of eternal slumber dissipated, Yakumo's figure was revealed.

Onoki slowly descended from the sky. In his eyes, Yakumo was naked from the waist up, with well-proportioned bones and distinct muscles... Although somewhat slender, he was absolutely full of power.

Especially the boy's extremely calm face, despite his young age, gave people an incredibly reassuring feeling.

"Where is that demon?" Onoki asked nervously, his eyes filled with anticipation and anger.

"He's already dead."

Yakumo took out some clothes from his storage scroll, put them on, and answered.

"...On behalf of the Land of Earth, I thank you."

Onoki bowed deeply in gratitude.

"I should have come earlier, but I didn't have the confidence to beat him then."

Yakumo sidestepped to avoid Onoki's bow.

Onoki's expression was complicated. As the Tsuchikage, he needed the help of ninjas from other countries to eliminate the enemy. This was a deep sense of helplessness and made him feel ashamed.

Ignoring Onoki's increasingly complex emotions, Yakumo walked away into the distance.

He was utterly exhausted, both mentally and physically drained. The residual toxins made it difficult for his body to function properly, despite his outward calm and composure.

In the middle of the night, Yakumo's shadow clone was removing poison from her main body, while the main body was handling a mission.

At dawn, Yakumo set off on his journey to the Land of Rain.

Orochimaru's ashes still need to be given to Jiraiya and Tsunade.

The following day, Yakumo appeared in Amegakure and met Tsunade and Jiraiya.

After several days apart, Tsunade hadn't changed much, except that her complexion had improved considerably, her skin had gradually regained its fair color, and her long, light yellow hair was styled into a ponytail, draped behind her, making her look very neat and tidy.

The Akatsuki organization still has the same few people, but the smiling boy and the girl who loves roasted chicken wings are gone.

Xiao Nan crouched in the corner like a walking corpse; she was clearly alive... but all that remained in her eyes was a desperate will to die.

Yakumo sat cross-legged and took out chicken wings... Self-reliance leads to abundance.

"What... you already miss your master after only a few days away?"

Tsunade patted Yakumo's back forcefully and asked with a loud laugh.

At the same time, she tilted her slender, snow-white neck back and took a big gulp of sake.

Yakumo shook his head and glanced at Jiraiya.

Although Jiraiya still smelled of alcohol, his eyes were very bright.

He has clearly gradually emerged from the shadow of Yahiko's passing.

"Luckily you arrived at the right time. If we had waited a few more days, Jiraiya and I were planning to set off for the Land of Earth, and ultimately..."

Some things are destined to be revealed.

Tsunade hadn't finished speaking...

With a loud bang.

Yakumo took the stone box out of the storage scroll and placed it on the ground.

"This is...?"

Jiraiya put down his beer glass and asked with some confusion.

"Orochimaru's ashes. He had no relatives in this world, so it's better to leave this to you."

Yakumo calmly said, turning over the chicken wings on the fire.

Tsunade and Jiraiya stood there, stunned.

In the firelight, a shy smile appeared on the boy's face.

Everyone understood... this was no joke.

Tsunade mechanically lifted the stone box, her expression somewhat complicated.

Memories of his past with Orochimaru kept replaying in his mind.

Even though he had been on the wrong path for a long time.

But this ending was hard for her to accept.

Tsunade handed the stone box to Jiraiya, who then staggered to his feet.

Tears streamed down her cheeks from a place out of sight of others.

Jiraiya's wine glass fell to the ground, the wine spreading outwards, countless white bubbles breaking apart.

Yakumo quietly turned the grilled chicken wings in front of him and spoke softly.

“We all know what Orochimaru has done, and such sins... cannot be completely atoned for even by death.”

Neither Tsunade nor Jiraiya responded, which was clearly a tacit agreement.

"Hey."

Jiraiya let out a long sigh and put the stone box into his storage scroll.

Then, with a burst of strength in his legs, he pulled Tsunade along and plunged into the rain, determined to get thoroughly drunk tonight.

Half an hour later, in the bedroom.

Yakumo was processing the tasks issued by the game system, reading, recording, and keeping a diary.

At midnight, Yakumo sat at the table and began examining Orochimaru's belongings.

First, Yakumo got up and went outside.

A light drizzle continued to fall in Amegakure.

This makes it impossible for people to distinguish between dusk and dawn.

Here, even the concept of time becomes blurred.

Yakumo took out the black and white spheres that contained the Impure World Reincarnation.

First, break the seal.

All that remained were some dried-up corpses and grayish-white fragments.

Yakumo resealed it and threw it into the nearby sewer.

The second and third are the same as above.

Until the fourth one... Yakumo's expression turned strange.

Through the seal, Yakumo could sense the fluctuations of a massive amount of chakra, and even the balanced and peaceful will of this chakra.

This will is dormant... but it shouldn't be like this.

Orochimaru is dead, and the Impure World Reincarnation should have been dispelled.

Hashirama Senju... truly special.

Raindrops fell on Yakumo's face, her black, tousled hair lying limply on her head.

At the same time, the twin swords were drawn from the Glory Sword Box, and a crimson immortal mark appeared on his forehead.

Yakumo had already entered battle mode, and then he released the seal on the black and white spheres.

Hashirama Senju appeared before them, his cheeks and red armor covered in cracks, clearly indicating that he was in the Edo Tensei mode.

Immediately afterwards, Hashirama Senju opened his eyes, and their eyes met.

"First generation sir?"

"Oh? You're a Konoha ninja? It seems that the sinful junior has perished."

Hashirama Senju spoke, his joy barely concealed; Orochimaru's death was clearly good news for him.

"That's right, I am a ninja from Konoha, but what is your condition?"

Upon hearing this, Hashirama Senju scratched his head and said somewhat embarrassedly.

"I never expected that Konoha could produce such an outstanding descendant. Um... I'm not sure about my condition either. I feel that with this body, I can stay in the ninja world for... eight more hours."

Yakumo nodded, attributing the reason to Hashirama Senju's past escape from the control of the Impure World Reincarnation.

The two chatted for a while in the rain.

"Young man, I sensed Tsunade's presence. I want to spend her last few hours with my granddaughter."

Yakumo nodded, and Hashirama Senju used Body Flicker to leave.

"The First Lord called me brother."

"Does that mean I've become Tsunade's grandfather?"