Chapter 516: Grave Robbing
Inside the Hokage's office, Ryo and Obito locked eyes and exchanged a subtle smile, appearing to have smoothly hammered out a baseline consensus.
"Master, Lady Kushina... is she exceptionally furious?" Obito inquired with a trace of visceral guilt.
"Ah, she explicitly detailed that she intended to violently rip your vessel to absolute shreds," Ryo chuckled smoothly. "However, your Master proactively stepped in to hoist the task across his back; your parameters are securely out of harm's way."
Obito let out a massive, sweeping sigh of relief: "Wasn't my execution strictly driven by intense anxiety targeting Lady Kushina's long-term safety? The situational parameters governing the Kazekage's abduction were monumentally terrifying; your presence cannot possibly achieve a flawless, point-blank touchdown on location across every single emergency. The supreme leader governing the Land of Rain, Yahiko, commands a non-negligible tier of baseline prowess, yet his memory tracks were still rewritten with extreme ease..."
Ryo calculated the details for two seconds, giving a slow shake of his head before comprehensively breaking down the unvarnished truth to Obito.
Wielding his current strength tier, Yahiko would naturally not fall prey to an underhanded trick of that nature under normal conditions; had his willpower not completely abstained from launching an active internal resistance, Ryo himself wouldn't command the capacity to alter his memory tracks. However, Tenji had deployed the heavy manipulation sequence back when Yahiko was a mere five-year-old child, rendering the execution exceptionally effortless.
"...Is that how the logistics map out!" Obito was violently startled, a look of profound realization smoothly blanking across his face.
Ryo raised his eyebrows: "Consequentially, the Great Ancestor commanded every single operative guarding Kushina's perimeter to completely disperse their formations, strictly leaving Itachi behind to monitor Tsukika's safety parameters to prevent an anomalous failure node. Naturally, implementing a supplementary layer of protective safeguards is exponentially more optimized. Where is Sasuke currently stationed?"
Obito was briefly caught flat-footed: "Sasuke, emmm... He is currently stationed within the capital blocks of the Land of Fire, explicitly safeguarding the Daimyo. Even though our forces lack the technical data to verify whether the Dark Akatsuki's declaration of absolute war targets your presence or not, if a catastrophic disaster violently erupts, Sasuke will smoothly pilot the Daimyo's evacuation straight toward a safe coordinate."
"Oh, the logistics map out down that track..." Ryo gave a firm nod. "Command Shisui and Izumi to execute a rapid clinical rotation to replace Sasuke, and instruct his presence to permanently move into Kushina's estate."
Obito stood thoroughly dazed: "Permanently move into Lady Kushina's estate? Don't your absolute parameters reside within..."
"The Great Ancestor commands a highly specific, remaining workload that mandates my immediate execution."
Obito fell into brief calculation: "Even so, forcing Sasuke to move inside is fundamentally not an absolute requirement. His presence and Naruto... Why not command Toneri instead... Oh, alternative metrics block his deployment as well. How about you systematically mobilize Kimimaro Kaguya to handle the coordinate?"
Ryo wove a brilliant, radiant smile across his face: "The core blueprint single-mindedly dictates forcing those two specific brats to continuously engage in a loop of rowdy, competitive banter. Having newly harvested a monumental surge of fresh power, their raw capability tiers sit perfectly level with one another, making a localized sparring sequence the absolute optimal environment to accelerate their progression. Furthermore, evaluating raw physical output paired alongside high-tier Genjutsu resistance parameters, zero individual under heaven is more flawlessly suited than Sasuke."
Obito took a deep, sweeping breath: "The directive has been cleanly parsed, Master. Moving past that, exactly where are your coordinates charting? Could it possibly be that the Dark Akatsuki's unified strength tier has scaled to a height where even your presence mandates a wave of comprehensive pre-war preparations?"
Ryo shook his head smoothly: "Rest your mind at absolute ease; your Master continuously remains that undisputed Ryo Uzumaki—the Undefeated Under Heaven... Oh, correct, the Konoha ninja deployed across the global grids to execute active tracking missions targeting the Dark Akatsuki should similarly be systematically reabsorbed back across our borders. Reposition your forces to aggressively execute maximum-scale border surveillance rotations throughout the Land of Fire; the Dark Akatsuki is monumentally primed to unleash an ambush volley at any given fraction of a second."
Reaching this exact milestone of his briefing, Ryo dynamically recalled an intelligence node he had completely omitted to explicitly break down: "Refrain from defining the adversary's pool as a mere cluster of three independent entities. The Patriarch of the Dark Akatsuki commands an absolute, titanic repository of one hundred thousand White Zetsu—the exact template of pitch-white shadowy monstrosities that historically breached our lines—and compounding that facet alongside the high-powered deployment of that Forbidden Jutsu, Reanimation Jutsu (Edo Tensei), the absolute volume of hostile combat units will scale to an exceptionally exaggerated, astronomical metric. Single-mindedly relying on your Master's hands to cleanly flatten the entire battalion will quite literally exhaust the Great Ancestor to absolute demise!"
Obito's face experienced a sharp, violent shift: "The data has been thoroughly parsed!"
Ryo gave a firm nod, his physical frame flashing out of existence in a micro-second. As for the subsequent administrative logistics, Obito, operating under his sovereign mantle as Hokage, would undeniably grasp the precise technical methodology to coordinate the village...
"Kushina, let the Great-Great-Grandpa break down the unvarnished truth for you; my personal presence just administered an exceptionally severe physical thrashing to handle Obito's metrics!"
"Does your prose correspond to an unvarnished reality?"
"Flawlessly authentic; Obito's current parameters... are precisely as thoroughly miserable as Naruto's current state!"
The dead of night arrived precisely on schedule, under a canopy where the moon radiated a brilliant, silver light amidst a sparse scattering of stars.
Deep within the tranquil perimeters of the Konoha Cemetery, a ghostly, pitch-white silhouette smoothly materialized, drifting lazily back and forth directly behind the flanks of two Konoha graveyard guards on night shift—hovering left, floating right.
"Assuming the dual of them successfully track my visual profile, will their cognitive processing violently erupt to let out a resonant shout of 'A GHOST!' before executing a rapid, panicked flight path clear of the sector, or will they seamlessly mobilize their chakra flow to launch an immediate physical assault?" Ryo fell into brief calculation, rapidly deciding that remaining entirely insulated from active tracking operated as the absolute optimal template. After all, the specific logistical enterprise his hands were slated to execute was fundamentally far from being a magnificent, honorable deed.
He was going to Rob the Graves (Daomu)!
Subsequent to deploying the Gedo: Art of Rinne Rebirth to salvage Gaara's parameters, the exact price and structural tradeoffs mandated to execute a terminal resurrection block had been completely and clearly unraveled by his hands. The calendar day to systematically bring the resurrection of Hashirama and his alternative old peers straight onto his active itinerary had officially touched down!
However, diverging fundamentally from Gaara's situational parameters, the chronological duration separating these legendary figures from their active lifespans was monumentally immense. Even evaluating Hiruzen—who had historically logged the most recent terminal demise—his biological corpse had already completely decomposed into absolute dust beneath the dirt.
Ryo's cognitive planning dictated that rather than clumsily utilizing the Reanimation Jutsu to temporarily pull their spirits back into the mortal coil, it was exponentially more optimized to deploy his maxed-out medical intelligence to mechanically fabricate a flawless, pristine physical vessel to house their matrices from the ground up. Prior to launching that specific engineering block, however, securing an active strand of their biological cells operated as a mandatory prerequisite.
"Grave robbing... looping the aggregate tally of the Great Ancestor's dual lifespans together, my parameters have scaled past the one-hundred-and-fifty-year milestone, yet my hands have fundamentally never executed an underhanded, taboo deed of this caliber under the heavens."
Ryo let out a heavy, sweeping sigh. Stealth parameters, LAUNCH!
Hashirama cells—harvested. Mito cells—harvested. Tobirama cells—harvested. Hiruzen, Kagami... Kenji... Mmm?!
Slicing straight inside Kenji's relatively compact burial chamber, Ryo's facial muscles violently twitched into a tight knot. Staring directly back at his position—standing face-to-face alongside his nose—was an alien monstrosity whose biological complexion was vertically a fraction whiter than his very own skin parameters.
"How on earth did my calculations completely omit a structural failure node of this magnitude? That absolute detestable bastard Tenji!"
The White Zetsu was similarly caught flat-footed, its mind completely swimming in a fog of absolute, blank bewilderment. Could this entity... constitute an alternative peer who merely commands a fraction divergent visual aesthetic?
CRACK!
Wielding his physical stats to effortlessly snap the White Zetsu's neck with a single twist of his wrist, Ryo scooped up the lifeless carcass, weaving an exceptionally high-velocity stealth circuit to execute a comprehensive sweep across every single corner of the Konoha Cemetery.
A brief ten continuous minutes later, Ryo burst straight out from the subterranean dirt, firmly clutching an aggregate total of four lifeless White Zetsu corpses in his grip. This time around, he flatly declined to cloak his physical parameters, prompting two blinding, high-powered searchlights to violently project their beams straight onto his coordinate block.
"Identify your presence instantly?!"
"Extinguish your high-powered illumination! It is precisely the Great Ancestor himself!"
"...Senior Ryo?"
"It is undeniably my vessel!"
Subsequent to that confirmation, a faint, whispered stream of tactical murmurs rippled across from the alternative flank of the searchlights.
"At this monumentally late hour of the night, exactly what logistical objective is Senior Ryo pursuing inside the cemetery perimeters?"
"Refrain from lightheartedly extending your absolute belief; his presence is fundamentally not navigating the terrain alone!"
"The visual data is a fraction hazy, yet his flanks appear to be firmly escorted by four supplementary units. Exactly why on earth is every single entity draped in identical pitch-white apparel? Executing a theatrical stunt to masquerade as literal phantoms under the night sky..."
"I shall systematically execute a rapid sprint block to formally notify the Lord Hokage; anchor your surveillance grid to securely lock down his movements on location!"
Ryo took a deep, sweeping breath of air, aggressively hurl-dropping the four White Zetsu carcasses flat against the dirt with a continuous string of smack, smack, smack, smack sounds: "Holy heaven, it explicitly appears the Great Ancestor is structurally forced to swap out his entire wardrobe line; to think my pristine robes would actually suffer a catastrophic fashion clash alongside a common White Zetsu?"
A brief moment later, the spatial matrix directly before his face violently warped into a dense spiral, and Obito emerged from the void with his robes 'half-buttoned' and thoroughly disheveled.
"Master, it genuinely constitutes your absolute presence!" Obito's countenance was entirely blanketed by a trace of intense astonishment. "The chronological timeline has already pushed deep into the dead of night; for your vessel to descend upon the Konoha Cemetery... Mmm?! Those pitch-white alien monstrosities!"
Ryo gave a firm, slow nod: "Your Master's cognitive processing similarly just unraveled this critical loophole a fraction of a second ago, which was exactly why I wove a rapid transit block to hit the cemetery. Down the subsequent timeline, the absolute security grading covering these burial blocks must be systematically scaled to an exponentially more rigorous tier; swap out the standard guards to permanently assign the Hyuga clan's Byakugan arrays to monitor the perimeters!"
"Are they aggressively targeting the cemetery to fuel their Reanimation Jutsu archives?" Obito knit his brows into a narrow slit. "The parameters have been thoroughly parsed, Master!"
"Mmm. Moving past that, dispatch immediate diplomatic dispatches straight to the alternative major nations, instructing their leadership to implement an airtight defensive screen to safeguard their historical graveyards." Ryo reached inside his robes to extract two high-tier Summoning Scrolls, tossing them smoothly into Obito's hands: "These constitute two sovereign Summoning Contract Scrolls. The Colossal Armadillo asset is explicitly earmarked for Hinata's wing. As for the alternative God Turtle asset... assign the contract to whichever individual your judgment deems fitting. Your Master must structurally execute an immediate return journey back to the Land of Whirlpools; deliver a brief informational brief to handle Kushina's metrics on my behalf."
Obito gave a firm nod: "Safe travels, Master. For the Dark Akatsuki to proactively orchestrate a maximum-scale global grave-robbing campaign... their collective ethics are monumentally, thoroughly bankrupt!"
Ryo lightly pursed his lips, his physical frame cleanly flashing out of active existence.
Slicing through the high-altitude air blocks at maximum velocity to navigate his return route back to the Land of Whirlpools, the timeline had already pushed past the absolute dead of night. Ryo completely refrained from initiating a disruptive communication block to rouse Nagato and Konan from their rest cycles, directing his physical displacement straight to hit the Land of Whirlpools' sovereign Cemetery.
Flawlessly bypassing the dual graveyard sentries via an identical template of stealth parameters, Ryo executed a comprehensive, circular sweep to audit the entirety of the burial blocks.
The absolute volume of ancestral biological cells he required was successfully and cleanly harvested down to the letter, yet his tracking grids secured absolute zero captures targeting a hidden White Zetsu carcass. Could it be that the moment the Great Ancestor cleanly severed the life forces of the White Zetsu back in Konoha, Tenji's psychic link instantly parsed the structural failure node, commanding the global infiltration units to execute an immediate retreat block?
"Orchestrating a maximum-scale, global campaign to aggressively harvest the biological cells of deceased legends... it explicitly proves that a high-powered final clash targeting my presence is monumentally imminent. An absolute final clash operates as the absolute optimal template!"
Ryo murmured the words softly under his breath. Standing directly before his very own pre-fabricated, sovereign burial plot, he fell into focused calculation for several brief moments, before smoothly melting his physical frame straight down into the interior matrix of the vault.
"Monumentally spacious, exceptionally comfortable, flawlessly cloaked... subsequent to executing a minor wave of structural modifications, this vault will comfortably transition into a premier, master-tier research laboratory!"
"Under that framework, across the subsequent block of continuous months... this specific burial plot shall officially operate as the Great Ancestor's home..."
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