[Hokage] After losing my memory, I became a super god in the ninja world

"Chakra is a mixture of physical energy and spiritual energy. It can be perceived, applied, and transformed into various states. However, it cannot form a solid object alone."

I reached out and broke off a dusty thing from the cave wall of the sacred tree's root system. I patiently wiped the dust off with my fingers. Gradually, the hard object like a gem reflected a little light. After careful knocking, there was a low echo: "But it here has a tendency to transform into a physical entity."

Madara also used his Sharingan to search in the vast underground rock formations. However, this kind of thing is rare. He rubbed his temples. The remaining bright red under his eyes was very obvious on his white skin, adding a fragile beauty: "If it is determined that what is finally formed is [fruit], then these are the sacred trees. A solid deposit of chakra energy.”

First, it changes from invisible power to tangible resource nutrition, and then from dead things to life (result)——

Ah, how huge and heavy energy must have flowed through here before it has not dissipated in the world after thousands of years.

"Chongming once said that the Six Paths Immortal established a sect to teach the cultivation and extraction methods of chakra, and traveled throughout the world to restore vitality to the earth. I guess that the eastern part of the country where we are located should be a remote area that had a chance to recover. And close to the sacred tree This area has been absorbed by life force (chakra) exceeding the regeneration limit, so it is dead and desolate."

"In other words, the closer to the sacred tree, the more serious the death aura, and the higher the residual energy concentration."

Madara frowned. He didn't care whether there was danger in the central area of ​​the sacred tree. Ninjas are meant to dance from the tip of their swords. Even in the place of death, Naraku Huangquan, he still has the confidence to break through.

The key is, “You prepare to restore this land.”

He crossed his arms and said, with a worried look on his face, "You once said that you would give the people squeezed in the east a new road. Such a hopeless area simply does not meet the requirements."

"Pa," I snapped my fingers, saying nothing.

"what"

Speaking of life, Madara is really not good at things other than taking and protecting it. Many plans flashed through his mind, but they all seemed pale and weak: How could he restore life to a dead land? Transforming the terrain, moving plates, artificial precipitation, or planting trees?

Is this something that Hashirama, who knows how to escape, is good at?

"Well, first of all, we need to collect the situation. Nagasuke Kanemasa and I have agreed on five years, and there is still a lot of time for preparation."

I smiled and threw up the chakra crystal: "This is also a precious thing. It can be used to attract the forces of other countries. If you have money, you can carry out many research activities."

When the time comes, maybe the aristocrats’ ideas for investment will be even crazier than ours.

"Leave this kind of thing to Nara." Madara complained, "His family is the only ninja clan in the alliance that likes to keep balance. He obviously has such a smart mind, and he is thinking about something every day."

"Perhaps I am waiting for an opportunity to use a good knife, or it is an emergency to behead the enemy, hmm..."

I thought for a while, took out the scroll and wrote a few lines. When transmitted from such a far distance, the effectiveness of the scroll is also weakening. It may be a few days before the alliance receives the latest news...

"..."

No, wait a minute.

It seems like something inconspicuous has been overlooked.

Looking at the thing in my hand carefully, I rubbed my fingertips on the material used to make it a few times, and an idea emerged from my heart: "Brother Madara, do you know the history of Ninjamon, no, Psychic Beast?"

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"leader--!!!!!!"

A call louder than ever before came from a distance, and Aoi's voice echoed multiple times underground. Madara touched his ears impatiently and muttered, "It's numb."

He is the sensitive type. At first Hashirama wanted to help cover it up, but everyone from Tajima to Keiko, from Izuna to me knew about this "little secret."

"Huh! It's really hard to come back."

Three times, we stepped on a solid place and jumped back to where Susana landed. Aoi joined us at the same time. As soon as they met, she unfolded a large scroll specially prepared and drew a maze-like curve on it. "Fortunately, I have found out everything! This is the surface layer, which is mainly printed using imaging technology from high places."

Chongming intervened in the conversation and asked for credit, "I was asked to help lift it off again."

okokokok.

Aoi nodded frantically and continued to input chakra on the scroll, "Then restore the surface phenomenon, and you can see two layers of things."

A three-dimensional giant tree with only partially visible roots appeared in front of us. Below is a terrain map with many undulations, including mountain roads, hills, river valleys and inland salt lakes. "The first is the sacred tree, with its trunk northwest of where we are. The second is the original land. If you are lucky, you will have the opportunity to discover the The traces people left behind.”

She pointed to the river valleys and lower hills, "These places are suitable for human survival."

"..."

Perhaps the things displayed on the scroll were too specific. Madara and I unanimously sketched in our minds the scene of human beings living on this land thousands of years ago:

Perhaps on an ordinary day, the energy-absorbing roots of the sacred tree suddenly appeared and began to penetrate farther and deeper into the land. The giant thing towers up, blocking the sun, and the root tip is inserted into something with power. Whether it comes from the earth or a living thing, it will absorb it without thinking.

Gradually, the land completely lost its green color, the rivers stopped flowing, the corpses of animals and plants melted with the wind, and the undulating natural landforms became stable... As time passed, everything became strange.

Gently touching the undulating image representing the river valley on the map, Madara whispered, "The power of the sacred tree..."

"Zhenyuan, you said that the Black Immortal's words are full of delusions of wanting to become a god again. That's what you rely on."

The feedback from those black muds is real. Rather than wanting to become a god, I believe that it wants someone with the concept of "god" to reappear.

This is why I traveled thousands of miles to track down the sacred tree. There are many myths and legends handed down from ancient times, and further analysis is needed to determine which one is His target.

"That's right." The corners of my lips raised slightly, but my eyes were cold. "Chakra is mostly stored in ninjas (people) now, because the conversion efficiency of intelligent creatures is higher. With the destructive power of the sacred tree, it is really necessary to Reappear…”

The five major countries, or the existing eastern world, will suffer catastrophe. From the environment to people, from the coast to the inland, everything will become the nourishment of the sacred tree.

"..."

"what,"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

After being silent, Madara suddenly burst out laughing, followed by the momentum of his unabashed release.

"—"

Her hair was shaking automatically, and Aoi took a few steps back in fear. For some reason, she felt an indescribable pressure. Perhaps it was the sense of distance from not being able to understand the other person's mood, or perhaps it was the subconscious timidity of knowing his anger:

She couldn't do it like Madara, facing something so devastating.

She couldn't put herself on a scale against "God".

"Okay. Very good. A person who hides his head and shows his tail, supports himself from outside, and wants to change the world..."

He said, grinding his teeth coldly, "If you are a strong person, you should have the heart of a strong person and draw your strength from the Tao."

And that unknown opponent, something like black mud, a piece of garbage that threatens a child's life, "How dare..."

"Who gave it the courage! Are you going to be a piece of trash that eats fruit!"

What gods, what gods, what powers that are unmatched by humans and that destroy the world, rubbish, rubbish!

Smaller than a grain of sand, filthier than dung!

He, Uchiha Madara, is ashamed to come into contact with him, ashamed of him!

He is angry.

I looked at Madara in surprise. Those pure black eyes were burning with anger.

Torrential flames burst out from the depths of his pupils. And in its deeper place, the anger from life and proud self is supporting it, seeming to burn for a long time and forever.

...so beautiful.

I thought, closing my eyes and clasping my fingers in my palms.

Aoi's scroll trembled in anger, "...this is what I found."

She looked at me secretly, "Next..."

"Sorry, you have to listen to me this time." Madara opened the corner of his lips and drew a sharp diagonal line on the terrain map with his finger, "Zhen Yuan, I want to rush to the center of the sacred tree now."

He stared at me closely, "Now this is not your responsibility alone, but a matter of joining me, Uchiha Madara."

So, your answer is

"This map is enough."

I suppressed my inner thoughts and said calmly, "As analyzed just now, the closer to the center, the greater the energy concentration of chakra, and Chongming will also be hindered... Why don't you take a rest?"

"Ah, I know that seems a little impulsive."

Madara said, clenching his fists, "But I can't bear it anymore."

Perhaps only in front of this person would he make any choice without any scruples. Madara thought, whether it was willfulness or venting, fighting or fighting, she would represent the voice in Uchiha Madara's heart——

"No problem, let's go."

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At the same time, in the separate spaces on the other floors, huge //ha/// toads, long snakes and slugs all invariably paid attention and "looked" towards the west.

In the transparent crystal sphere, the tailed beast's figure looked small on the ground, and three people were standing on it.

"This is……"

There are humans approaching the ruins of the sacred tree.

In the space closest to the west, a kind and tired old man //ha// sat on a high position, his eyes dim, "Who is it..."

"Isn't the person I predicted a young man with blue eyes?"

"Master, master!"

The little //ha// frog below jumped, "They are the descendants of Indra of this generation! Two of them! They can feel it very clearly!"

"Oh……"

O Indra.

Not a big deal.

//Ha//Tamaru thought drowsily. A few days ago, or dozens of days ago, it dreamed that a red moon was being destroyed, but the faces of the people destroyed could not be clearly seen.

Ok……

The silver hair color...is Kaguya.

Black hair...is...

"Ah ah ah, sir, why did you fall asleep again? We didn't sign the scroll with these two people. How are we going to contact them then?"

Miaomushan, who knew what message would be left in the Sacred Tree Pit//ha//The frogs were all anxious. They were worried that the encounter thousands of years ago would happen again. If that happened...

"hiss……"

The long white snake lifted the cigarette pole in the wide land package. It exhaled lightly, bit the pole and knocked on the rock wall next to it, "Go and have a look."

If the land feels something, it quickly "flows" to a location.

And in the deep underwater coral jungle, the big slug separated into a small clone and whispered, "You can go too. After all, you are a descendant of Liu Dao."

The three holy places gather.