Chapter 514: This Is No Way to Live
Right in front of the Falls of Truth.
Ryo maintained a thoroughly expressionless face as he expertly grilled the fish, while right beside his flank, Naruto stood clutching his backside with a face entirely packed with profound, bitter grievance.
Over on the alternative side, Killer Bee and Mabui kept their eyes fixed straight ahead, single-mindedly focusing their absolute attention on Ryo's cooking process as if they were diligently digesting a masterclass in culinary technique.
As the rich, mouth-watering wave of roasting fish aroma steadily rippled across the clearing, Naruto rubbed his smarting backside, genuinely feeling as though he couldn't absorb a single supplementary drop of this monumental injustice!
Administering a beating in the historical timeline was invariably 'justified by circumstances', yet this specific rotation was completely, utterly nonsensical. How on earth did the operational fault systematically map to his execution? Exactly what flawed maneuver did his hands commit?!
"Great Ancestor, exactly why?!"
Ryo lightly pursed his slightly parched lips. The psychological devastation of allocating his hard-earned points to the wrong skill tree was simply far too monumental, leaving his cognitive processing temporarily incapable of absorbing the blow. Catching Naruto's cheerful shout of "monumentally spectacular" right at his peak vertex of frustration had violently accelerated his internal agitation, prompting him to deliver a thorough thrashing to this mischievous brat. Reflecting on the details now, it appeared a fraction over the line; however, since he operated as the sovereign Great Ancestor, even his flawed executions were structurally mandated to be correct...
"Mmm... Naruto, the Great Ancestor was proactively assisting your independent cultivation rotation! Since your matrix has already successfully wrestled the Nine-Tails' chakra pool away, the absolute fraction of a second my hand delivers a strike against your vessel, the beast will viscerally experience an identical template of 'shared sensation'. Consequentially, the Great Ancestor was strictly executing a high-powered deterrence maneuver to terrify its soul!"
Naruto was briefly caught flat-footed: "Does the logistics map out down that track? The Nine-Tails actively shares my physiological pain parameters at this exact stage?"
Ryo smiled gently: "Flawlessly correct. Not strictly limited to sharing pain parameters; every single biological sensation your vessel registers will be seamlessly mirrored across its matrix. If your heart harbors a shred of skepticism, comfortably cross-examine Killer Bee!"
"...Oh, yo~ flawlessly correct!"
"Ohh!" A fresh torrent of burning exhilaration subtly blanketed Naruto's face. Analyzing the logistics under this framework, establishing a flawless, harmonious connection alongside the Nine-Tails would inevitably transition into a significantly lower-difficulty execution; a shared reservoir of unvarnished biological sensations, emmm...
Mabui fell into deep, thoughtful contemplation, wondering if this child could comfortably be hoodwinked to permanently relocate to the Hidden Cloud Village to operate as a premier source of free manual labor...
Sustaining a monumental gap of decades, Ryo's internal psyche had once again sustained a catastrophic wave of absolute trauma. It wasn't until the subsequent morning arrived precisely on schedule that his cognitive parameters successfully engineered a full mental recovery... a structural triumph credited entirely to the colossal, reinforced heart he had systematically cultivated across his immense lifespan!
Furthermore, analyzing the unvarnished reality that the absolute terminal pocket space mapped explicitly to a Medical Space rather than a Sealing Space, a detailed calculation explicitly proved this development operated as a monumental hidden blessing for his wing. After all, even assuming Princess Kaguya successfully achieved a full resurrection down the timeline, there existed absolute zero requirement to forcefully封印 her vessel directly inside his own cardiac core. Fabricating a secondary celestial moon blocks was an exponentially more optimized alternative; anchoring her presence right inside his heart parameters was structurally far too troublesome—what on earth would happen if the boundary was violently shattered or covertly abducted down the chain?
The Medical Space, however, commanded poles-apart utility.
Ryo's mind dynamically recalled a highly specific character from the One Piece archives of his previous life designated as Trafalgar Law...
Utilizing the Operational Fruit parameters to seamlessly execute a relentless string of high-powered surgical cuts within a custom pocket dimension, where the targets flatly declined to log a terminal demise regardless of the severity, while concurrently possessing the absolute capacity to mechanically splice alternative biological frames together... Very well, it was time to cease his daydreams!
"Ah, the trajectory of a single lifetime invariably cloaks various unoptimized, frustrating milestones; the Great Ancestor is structurally mandated to maintain an exceptionally resilient hold to survive down the timeline."
Injecting a fresh, concentrated dose of psychological chicken soup straight into his cognitive parameters, Ryo instantly achieved a full-health revival on location, aggressively launching an active research grid to analyze the absolute terminal harvest yielded by his level-ten Fuinjutsu mastery.
Every single independent skill tree hitting its absolute maxed-out vertex invariably triggered a cataclysmic, vertical leap across its operational parameters, and Sealing Jutsu was fundamentally not an exception to this metric.
A level-nine Fuinjutsu proficiency comfortably granted his hands the raw capacity to securely bind Black Zetsu straight inside his physical vessel; the structural durability and unbreakable retention boundaries governed by the Sixty-Four Hexagrams Seal had already climbed to an absolute, peerless vertex.
The subsequent metamorphosis scaling the skill straight to the absolute maxed-out tier of level ten prominently injected an array of extraordinarily advanced formulations specifically optimized to target and dominate soul structures. For instance, Ryo currently commanded the technical capacity to effortlessly weave a highly specific set of hand seals he hadn't executed across decades.
"Sealing Jutsu: Reaper Death Seal (Fūinjutsu: Shiki Fūjin)!"
Directly from Ryo's lower abdomen parameters, a translucent, teal-colored spectral arm smoothly extended outward—mirroring the exact operational aesthetic of the arm that historically projected from the Shinigami Mask—wielding the absolute capacity to violently extract a target's soul parameters straight out of their physical vessel.
Monumentally formidable, exceptionally high-tier!
Evaluating exactly where its tactical utility vertically eclipsed the soul-extraction mechanics governed by the Rinnegan, Ryo possessed six distinct technical columns to comprehensively articulate...
The passage of absolute time marched forward in a frantic blur, and a solid month rolled past in a single breath.
Under the continuous, relentless onslaught of Naruto's specialized Talk No Jutsu campaigns, the Nine-Tails had finally, with an exceptionally intense layer of internal reluctance, consented to establish a crude baseline of mutual alignment, casually extending its massive claw to perform a brief fist-bump against Naruto's fist.
Currently, Ryo was utilizing his flying carpet blocks to escort Mabui and Naruto to execute their return journey back toward the mainland sectors. As for Killer Bee, his vessel would continuously remain anchored upon Turtle Island to execute supplemental cultivation rotations, waiting out the absolute flashpoint when the grand war violently erupted, subsequent to which he would journey straight back to Konoha to launch his premier concert block...
"Senior, your presence... could it possibly be that you are actively piloting our flight path toward an entirely incorrect navigational coordinate?" Mabui articulated with a trace of visible hesitation.
Ryo was briefly startled: "The navigational metrics check out with absolute precision. Sprinting forward for a mere hundred supplementary kilometers will seamlessly place our coordinates right within the border blocks of the Land of Lightning."
Mabui's brow violently twisted into a fierce, massive knot upon catching that validation. The marking deserted islands utilized to explicitly chart the navigational grids leading to Turtle Island... how on earth have they completely vanished from active tracking? If the logistics march down this specific track, our Hidden Cloud Village will fundamentally lose the capacity to hunt down the coordinates of our very own mobile fortress. This is a monumental comedy block, isn't it?!
"Senior, do your memory parameters genuinely withhold the tracking data covering every single deserted island we bypassed when traveling toward Turtle Island?"
Ryo blinked his dual eyes: "Ah, the deserted islands. Our forces are strictly executing a flawless straight-line flight path across this specific rotation; failing to cross paths alongside them operates as a perfectly normal parameter."
Mabui fell into a prolonged, silent calculation, fiercely loathing her native skin complexion at this exact fraction of a second—otherwise, she would have aggressively displayed a monumentally black face for Ryo to meticulously appraise...
Was a retaliatory execution of this extreme caliber genuinely mandated by the metrics? Simply because you lacked the capacity to cleanly abduct the giant turtle, your hands proactively chose to sink every single milestone island straight to the absolute bottom of the ocean floor, ensuring our forces concurrently lose the capacity to track the coordinates? She suddenly harbored a trace of visceral anxiety targeting Lord Killer Bee's safety parameters back on the island...
A handful of minutes later, the flying carpet sliced into the airspace of the Land of Lightning, and Ryo smoothly deposited Mabui straight onto the ground.
"Secretary, the Great Ancestor has found this prolonged stretch of mutual interaction exceptionally pleasant, and I opine your matrix shares an identical sentiment. I shall conscientiously await our subsequent face-to-face intersection, across which your presence will undoubtedly abandon the shadows to align your allegiance straight under my glorious wing!"
Mabui wove a gentle wave of her hand: "Naruto, do your parameters genuinely decline to step inside our Hidden Cloud Village to operate as an honored guest?"
Naruto offered a confused scratch of his hair loops: "Sister Mabui, my vessel has logged a prolonged absence separating my flanks from my household parameters for past a solid month; I am structurally mandated to prioritize returning home first. Subsequent to the passage of a brief duration, I shall comfortably travel out to the Hidden Cloud Village to track down your coordinates!"
Ryo knit his brows into a narrow slit. Exactly when on earth did a child like Naruto manage to cultivate a relationship of this exceptional caliber alongside Mabui? This secretary's native intelligence metrics are monumentally high-tier; a mischievous brat lacks the matchless wisdom governed by the Great Ancestor, rendering his matrix exceptionally susceptible to being effortlessly hoodwinked...
With Mabui successfully 'disembarking from the vehicle', Ryo dialed his 'vehicular velocity' straight to its absolute peak threshold. Currently, Naruto's physical constitution had successfully evolved to a tier capable of comfortably absorbing the G-force generated by Ryo's maximum-velocity flight path; it was merely the unvarnished reality that by the absolute fraction of a second his boots touched down on the dirt of Konoha, his hair loop aesthetics were monumentally disheveled, and his cognitive processing was a fraction dazed...
"Great Ancestor, exactly why have your hands declined to pilot our course straight back to our domicile? What precise coordinate block does this location designate?"
Ryo blinked his dual eyes, his mind concurrently plunging into a trace of blank, vacant bewilderment.
This location explicitly constituted the exact street block where Kushina's household estate was historically anchored, yet how on earth had the parameters mutated to transform the sector into a bustling culinary street?
Entities organizing street-side shogi matches, booths dishing out localized snacks, individuals sculpting miniature clay dolls...
Expanding his sensory parameters to execute a focused sweep for several brief moments, Ryo parsed out that he actively recognized the two middle-aged men currently locked in a dense shogi match—one corresponded to Shisui, while the alternative matrix mapped to Izumi...
The scar-faced individual currently flipping pastries atop a hot griddle was an asset he similarly recognized, commanding a turbulent, roaring reservoir of raw chakra that vertically eclipsed even Naruto's current metrics—Itachi...
The blonde youth currently wearing a thoroughly miserable, bitter face while meticulously sculpting clay dolls was an asset he concurrently recognized—Deidara...
Mmm? Deidara?
Ah, lounging comfortably beneath the cool shade of a massive tree positioned a short distance behind his flank was Ohnoki...
"An exceptionally wild, unconstrained behavioral methodology of this spectacular caliber must undeniably be an underhanded operational blueprint compiled straight by Obito's hands, who has clearly inherited the Great Ancestor's authentic, pristine mantle." Ryo let out a light laugh, escorting a thoroughly dazed, wide-eyed Naruto to advance through the street block. Every single merchant or civilian vendor they crossed paths alongside along the route seamlessly mapped to a highly familiar acquaintance; across the absolute entirety of the street block housing Kushina's estate, fundamentally zero ordinary civilians remained—every single entity operated as a certified S-rank shinobi!
"Great Ancestor, they, they..."
Ryo smiled gently, casually tossing a cheerful greeting straight toward the owner of every single commercial booth they bypassed, harvesting an array of highly diverse, uniquely contorted facial expressions in return.
A non-negligible pool of the hidden operatives micro-separating their lips to let out an incredibly soft sigh of absolute relief. Finally, there exists zero requirement to continuously execute a mentally delayed security protocol of this caliber under the sun; do they genuinely assume the Dark Akatsuki operates as a certified buffoon?!
"For Obito to execute a deployment of this nature explicitly proves his mind commands a highly sophisticated strategic depth. He razor-sharply parses out that these premier powerhouses possess absolute zero capacity to cleanly cloak their tracking parameters, meaning this setup functions strictly as a massive psychological deterrence wall targeting the Dark Akatsuki—after all, the specific advanced manipulation methodology utilized to abduct Gaara is an anomaly our forces are structurally mandated to securely guard against. Monumentally brilliant; he has thoroughly mastered the Great Ancestor's authentic mantle!" Ryo nodded with deep, unadorned satisfaction.
Violently pushing open the front doors of Kushina's estate, the absolute fraction of a second Kushina's dual eyes locked onto Ryo's visual presence, she instantly shed an absolute torrent of 'joyful, ecstatic teardrops'.
"Great-Great-Grandpa, this is no way to live!"
"Minato, completely refrain from extending your arms to restrain my body; I am going to violently rip Obito to absolute shreds right this exact second!"
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