Chapter 512: Opportunity
Ever since Teuchi had materialized, Tenji had been continuously plagued by a subtle, creeping sense of intense incongruity.
This thoroughly aggravating, "dog-bitten" situation felt extraordinarily familiar. If Teuchi were genuinely a manifestation of Ryo Uzumaki, their forces should have logically collapsed into a total game over ages ago...
Yet, assuming it wasn't Ryo Uzumaki, could this absolute melon genuinely operate as the biological father of Kaguya? Negative! Princess Kaguya could fundamentally never possess a father of this specific styling!
"Under that framework, we shall comfortably permit their forces to survive for a fraction of duration longer." Pondering the logistics for a brief moment, Tenji bent his torso down, intending to haul Gaara's lifeless corpse away alongside their departure route. However, his movement was once again intercepted by Teuchi's hand.
"You..." Tenji's physical frame froze. His dual eyes snapped wide open to glare at Teuchi, his stance explicitly projecting a warning: If you fail to provide a thoroughly logical, airtight explanation right this exact second, do not blame my forces for launching a direct assault against your vessel.
Teuchi's wrinkled face violently erupted into another magnificent chrysanthemum bloom: "Child, pacify your chaotic emotions. This youth has officially crossed the threshold of absolute demise. Leaving his physical corpse on location ensures Ryo Uzumaki will inevitably deploy a resurrection methodology. Concurrently, the Gedo: Art of Rinne Rebirth (Gedō: Rinne Tensei no Jutsu) carries severe physiological side effects; executing this maneuver will cleanly compromise our ultimate adversary's peak capability right before the impending final clash!"
Tenji squinted his dual eyes into a narrow slit. While the strategic breakdown undeniably commanded a non-negligible tier of tactical sense, why on earth did his internal parameters harbor such a visceral resistance to complying? He bent his frame down a secondary time...
"Listen to your Father-in-Law's words!" Teuchi wove his right hand forward to block the line.
"Tenji, follow the counsel administered by your sovereign Father-in-Law," Orochimaru chimed in with a half-smiling, mocking expression.
Tenji: "..."
"We are departing!"
Chiyo's comprehensive chronicle reached its absolute terminal conclusion on this exact syllable. Ryo slowly lifted his head to gaze up at the sky blocks, his countenance entirely painted with deep, silent contemplation.
Teuchi's behavioral maneuvers were concurrently exceptionally bizarre yet brilliantly calculated down to the letter. Hand-delivering a rescue to salvage Chiyo and Sasori's life force, while systematically preserving Gaara's physical corpse on location, perfectly mirrored the Great Ancestor's wild, unconstrained archetype of doing whatever popped into his head.
However, he deliberately declined to cleanly flatten the adversaries, single-mindedly choosing to assist the enemy in streamlining and aligning the tailed beasts' chakra pools instead. This parameter was monumentally anomalous. Could he be plotting to seize a premier window of duration to covertly blindside Tenji down the line? Launching a logistical detour of that nature was structurally far too redundant...
"Exactly what unvarnished connection exists between Teuchi and Kaguya? If his ultimate objective single-mindedly dictates breaking her封印 block to liberate her vessel, what precise technical countermeasure is the Great Ancestor supposed to deploy... That absolute underhanded bastard, why on earth can't he simply initiate a transparent discussion block alongside the Great Ancestor? Exactly who is his mind defending against!"
Exactly why on earth was a single entity forcing himself to undergo such a grueling internal struggle?
Right at that exact fraction of a second, the acoustic shuffle of approaching footsteps rippled out from behind Ryo's flank. Sasori had finally successfully patched the missing mechanical components back onto his frame, marching over to stand rigidly behind Ryo's position.
Chiyo wove an exceptionally earnest, burning smile across her face: "Sasori, subsequent to our return block this time... permit the Senior to personal execute a medical rotation to restore your authentic human flesh-and-blood vessel... workable?"
"There is absolute zero requirement to query his mind; he will highly probable toss out those exact two syllables: 'pointless'. Subsequent to the passage of a handful of days, the Great Ancestor shall personally dismantle his machinery, forcefully reverting his vessel back to normal parameters!"
"...Pointless!" Sasori's physical joints appeared to have skipped a layer of proper calibration, as his articulation still radiated a trace of rigid, lagging friction.
"Then I shall conscientiously leave the logistics straight inside your hands, Senior. Deep within my heart parameters, I genuinely desire to witness Sasori's authentic flesh-and-blood framework one final time before concluding my lifetime... Regrettably, Gaara's crisis cannot accommodate a prolonged duration of delay. Senior, shift the Kazekage's vessel to rest directly beside my flanks."
A light, sweeping breeze rustled past the clearing, causing the dense strands of Chiyo's snow-white hair to wildly flutter through the air... This time around, it wasn't Ryo manually adding custom cinematic special effects to the scenery.
Ryo shook his head with a gentle laugh: "The adversaries explicitly detailed that they single-mindedly intended to compromise my peak capability; how on earth could I decline to fulfill their structural wishes?"
"...Senior, how on earth can we permit their forces to harvest a tactical win! Furthermore, Gaara operates under the sovereign mantle of the Kazekage of the Hidden Sand; it is structurally mandated that my very own presence executes the life-saving sacrifice. Compounding the unvarnished reality that had it not been for my stubborn execution, Gaara fundamentally wouldn't have logged a stay block inside the Land of Rain yesterday evening, meaning an incident of this nature would have been completely averted..."
"Do your parameters actively look down upon my sovereign name, Ryo Uzumaki? Do you genuinely assume that sustaining a layer of physical compromise will render the Great Ancestor incapable of thoroughly flattening the Dark Akatsuki in a straight fight?"
Chiyo let out a long, heavy sigh: "Senior, your very own words explicitly detailed just a moment ago that my vessel strictly commands a mere year or a handful of months of natural life left..."
"Sustaining an active life force for a single day operates precisely as a single day's gain. The aggregate tally of the Great Ancestor's dear old acquaintances is rapidly dwindling down to an absolute minimum; I harbor absolute zero desire to execute another sequence of an ancient, black-haired patriarch sending a white-haired elder off to the grave!"
Ryo blurted out a massive torrent of nonsensical, unvarnished prose—completely ignoring the reality that his Spiritual Space was perfectly operational... His core cognitive planning was single-mindedly focused on ensuring Chiyo successfully witnessed Sasori's authentic flesh-and-blood framework before her final hour. Accommodating another person's ultimate dream operated as a premier, high-minded virtue, and the Great Ancestor's vessel was densely packed with a magnificent repository of noble attributes!
Confronting this sweeping torrent of prose, Chiyo fell into absolute, heavy silence.
"Pointless. This explicitly constitutes the redundant, unnecessary trash known as human emotion," Sasori articulated with deadpan calm.
Ryo snapped his head around to glare fiercely at his mechanical frame: "Redundant, is it? You execute the structural choice right now: which specific entity between the dual of us is slated to rescue Gaara's vessel? Lock down your decision with absolute precision; execute a meticulous evaluation!"
Sasori given a localized pause. His slitted gaze tracked across the deeply weathered, ancient contours painting Chiyo's face. The specific five-syllable sequence—'Let Granny execute it'—had surged straight to the absolute tip of his vocal apparatus, yet he fundamentally lacked the capacity to force the words past his lips.
"Tch! Pointless!"
"Tsk, human emotions are genuinely monumentally pointless," Ryo shook his head with a broad smile. The six-tomoe Rinne Sharingan lining his dual eye sockets commenced a sharp, violent rotation: "Consequentially, the logistics dictate that my personal presence shall execute the rescue block, correct? Rest your mind at ease; resurrecting a singular individual is fundamentally incapable of inflicting a catastrophic tier of structural trauma across the Great Ancestor's matrix."
Locking his absolute focus straight onto Gaara's lifeless corpse, Ryo wove his hands together to lock the Snake (Mi) seal. Mobilizing his internal chakra reserves for several continuous seconds, he delivered a resonant, booming shout: "Gedo: Art of Rinne Rebirth (Gedō: Rinne Tensei no Jutsu)!"
A dense, pale shroud of pristine rebirth illumination violently projected straight from Ryo's dual eye sockets, securely enveloping the entirety of Gaara's physical vessel. Concurrently, his conscious awareness cleanly logged a singular micro-second of out-of-body displacement, penetrating deep into the subterranean chambers of the Pure Land to violently wrestle Gaara's soul parameters away, pulling the spirit back across the mortal boundary to hover directly above his physical corpse.
"Did this specific transit route operate at an excessively high velocity parameter? Exactly why on earth did my tracking fail to catch sight of the ancient old man Sage of Six Paths? Executing an unauthorized, underhanded transit operation, yet the sovereign overlord of the Pure Land declines to even show his face to intercept the logistics?" Ryo dropped a silent, mocking murmur inside his mind, before an immediate wave of visceral, physical exhaustion violently crashed into his matrix.
The raw ocular prowess of his six-tomoe Rinne Sharingan was heavily consumed across the execution, temporarily degrading back into the structural matrix of a standard, ordinary Rinnegan. However, that specific parameter was fundamentally non-critical; navigating a brief ten-day to half-month restoration window would comfortably restore his ocular baseline. Ryo's focus was significantly more attuned to monitoring the visceral exhaustion clamping down on his physical stats.
Tai: 57,341 (Weakened State: Residual Restoration Duration: 364 Days 23 Hours 59 Minutes)
"As expected, executing a terminal resurrection block targeting a deceased entity without sustaining a single shred of structural stat compromise remains an impossible calculation. A verified Weakened State; my absolute physical durability parameters have been cleanly chopped down by roughly fifteen percent, and the system dictates a solid single year to achieve a full restoration loop. Breaking down the logistics under that exact framework, it structurally implies that if I execute a resurrection rotation targeting two to three individuals within a single year, the parameters will likely map out without a catastrophic failure node, though my physical vessel will undeniably feel a fraction hollow and drained; I desperately require a heavy layer of nutritional supplements down the line..."
"Senior, are your parameters secure? Your facial complexion appears to be monumentally unoptimized and pale..." Chiyo articulated with a trace of distinct internal anxiety.
Ryo shook his head smoothly, toggling his dual eyes back to assume their ordinary, human aesthetic: "It is absolute zero issue; wait on location for Gaara's wake-up sequence to conclude."
The pristine rebirth illumination was systematically and seamlessly dissolving straight into Gaara's internal matrix, while his out-of-body soul framework was concurrently being flawlessly re-aligned and stitched back into his physical vessel by the pure energy. This intricate logistical sequence sustained itself for roughly half a minute, subsequent to which Gaara finally, slowly forced his dual eyes open.
"My current state is..."
*Witnessed and drastically altered the Naruto world main plot: The Death of Gaara, obtained 20 (8) = 160 Witness Points.
Ryo froze for a micro-second, a look of absolute, ecstatic delight instantly blanketing his baby fat: "A drastic alteration grading! Precisely! This time around, it was explicitly the Great Ancestor who executed the life-saving rescue to salvage Gaara's parameters. An absolute harvest of 160 Witness Points; this tradeoff is fundamentally far from being a loss! Breaking down the metrics, exactly how many total Witness Points does the Great Ancestor's inventory currently clo—吼?!"
Chiyo executed a grueling internal struggle to force her torso up, taking several staggering, heavy paces to stand directly before Gaara's frame. Addressing a Kazekage who had quite literally come within a single hair's breadth of sleeping himself straight into eternal demise, she commenced a comprehensive briefing detailing the apocalyptic danger his vessel had encountered. Sasori hesitated for a brief moment, forcefully arresting his mechanical limbs to prevent himself from stepping forward to support her staggering form.
"Hahahahahahahahahahaha—hiccup..."
However, Chiyo had barely delivered two continuous sentences of her briefing when she caught Ryo violently erupting into a state of absolute, unbridled mania, his entire physical frame shaking so intensely he appeared on the absolute brink of collapsing from pure laughter...
"Senior, do your cognitive parameters genuinely retain their structural alignment?" Chiyo's heart was completely packed with intense anxiety. Could the resurrection methodology governed by the Rinnegan systematically compromise a person's native intelligence metrics?
"Gaara, the Great Ancestor loves your presence to absolute pieces! Mwah, mwah!" Ryo abruptly blew a flamboyant flying kiss straight toward Gaara's coordinates.
"Chiyo, your forces came within a single micro-second of violently hijacking the Great Ancestor's ultimate supreme fortune! It is entirely a testament to the Great Ancestor's matchless, razor-sharp intelligence! The absolute ultimate milestone of supreme fortune has successfully touched down; zero individual under the heavens commands the capacity to block its path! Hahahahahaha..."
Chiyo and Gaara stared at one another in complete, blank bewilderment.
Sasori: This ancient elder has officially devolved into a certified mental invalid. The functional requirement to have his hands restore my vessel into a flesh-and-blood framework is cleanly nullified! This is truly...
Ryo continuously unleashed his booming laughter, his grin stretching so monumentally wide his lips were practically clamped directly behind his ear loops. His absolute, laser-sharp focus was tightly locked straight onto the absolute terminal row lining his status dashboard.
Witness Points: 520 Points!
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