From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 191 Advancement to Demigod!

Dong~dong~dong~
At dawn, the inexplicably sorrowful tolling of bells echoed through every corner of Konoha on the gentle breeze.

The cold, damp air carried a chill that seemed to seep into the bone. Even though it was almost summer, the weather was unusually cold, as if it had returned to the frigid autumn or winter.

The sky was shrouded in misty, dark clouds, and a low-pressure atmosphere descended from the heavens, creating an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Countless civilians and ninjas were scattered throughout the streets and alleys of Konoha. Everyone was dressed in black, holding a bouquet of white flowers in their hands, and their faces were filled with sorrow and grief. As if they had agreed in advance, they silently moved in the same direction.

Mikoto looked haggard, her eyes were sunken, and her once bright and lively eyes had turned lifeless.

She held the newborn Itachi in her arms, wore a black kimono, her long hair tied up with a hairpin, and dressed solemnly. With heavy steps, she and Fugaku Uchiha stepped out of the Uchiha clan's territory and headed towards the Hokage Building.

Wow.
Suddenly, a light drizzle began to fall from the overcast sky.

Cold raindrops pelted her face. Mikoto stood still, her slender fingers tracing her cheeks. Her eyes widened slightly before she looked up at the sky, her thin shoulders trembling slightly.

Is even the heavens weeping?

At this moment, the emotions that had been suppressed for so long seemed to break free of their shackles, turning into tears that gushed from their eyes.

Drops streamed down her cheeks, mingling with the rain, making it impossible for onlookers to tell whether they were rain or tears.

"What's wrong, Misaka?"

Seeing his wife stop, Fugaku turned around and asked in confusion.

"No, it's nothing."

The beautiful woman bit her lip tightly, shook her head slightly, squeezed her plump legs together, and hurriedly wiped her face.

Fugaku was somewhat confused; he thought he had just seen tears on his wife's face.

No, it's probably just raining.

He shook his head, thinking it was just his imagination: "Let's go, Misaka, the funeral is about to begin."

on the square.

Countless people, holding bouquets of pure white flowers and dressed in black kimonos, stood in silent solitude, creating an atmosphere of grief and sorrow.

As the bells rang out among the crowd, it signaled the start of the funeral.

Some people couldn't control their grief and tried hard to suppress their sobs, which pushed the sorrowful atmosphere to a climax.

At the very front of the crowd were the two advisors, Mitokado En and Utatane Koharu.

The long table was covered with bouquets of pure white flowers, and in the very center was a black and white framed photograph of Uchiha Muneki.

A young and handsome face, slightly pale and weak, yet his eyes were like those of a pure infant, radiating a sense of reassurance.

"We are holding this funeral here in mourning."

Mitokado Homura paused, suddenly speechless, choked with emotion as he looked at the young man in the black and white photograph: "In memory of the heroic spirits who sacrificed themselves in this war, and the hero of Konoha, the Fourth Hokage, Uchiha Muneki."

"Why...did Lord Munetsuki die?"

Kakashi stared at the person in the photo frame, his chest filled with rage.

This scene is so similar.

His father, Hatake Sagumo, was also a hero of Konoha, known as the "White Fang," but ultimately could not escape death.

And today, Uchiha Muneki, who is also known as a hero, remains the same.

What's even more ridiculous is that Uchiha Muneki died, but the cause of death was covered up, and even the higher-ups were unwilling to let everyone pay their respects to his body one last time.

The official explanation is that Uchiha Muneki suffered severe injuries in the war and continued fighting despite his illness, and died suddenly yesterday.

Such a claim is undoubtedly ridiculous, and it couldn't even be kept from the villagers.

Konoha?

Kakashi now finds it all laughable.

What village, what comrades, what Will of Fire? It's all just bullshit!

The two consultants didn't even dare to look directly into the eyes of those who questioned them, because they felt guilty, ashamed, afraid, and terrified.

Once the truth is revealed, Konoha will completely lose its cohesion!
"Now, please come forward in an orderly manner to offer your flowers."

Mitomon Homura dared not stay any longer, fearing he would be torn to pieces by the angry mob, and hastily announced the next memorial ceremony.

Each person, carrying a bouquet of pure white flowers, came before the young Hokage and offered their flowers.

Soon, the white bouquets piled up like a mountain, and the crowd no longer needed to suppress their emotions.

"Lord Zongyue, sob sob sob."

"No, I don't believe it! How could Lord Zongyue just die like this?" "There must be a conspiracy here!"

"That's right, someone must have killed Lord Zongyue!"

"The advisor is concealing the cause of Lord Zongyue's death!"

Even so, the crowd was still discussing the truth behind the mysterious death of the young Fourth Hokage.

"I swear this won't end like this!"

Minato Namikaze approached and stood in the drizzling rain.

Her once warm, sun-like blonde hair was now soaked by the rain, drooping listlessly and clinging to her face.

Standing before that black-and-white photo frame, he looked up at that face and the Hokage Building covered in white cloth. A deep sadness welled up in his eyes, and he clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white. Anger seemed to burst from between his teeth: "Shimura Danzo, I will never let you get away with this!"

Please observe a moment of silence.

"Turn to the next room," Xiaochun said softly.

The previously noisy crowd fell silent instantly.

Tears streamed down their faces uncontrollably. The people in the square no longer suppressed their emotions and released their pent-up grief without reservation.

A profound sadness permeated the air, taking on a tangible form in the silent mourning.

With their eyes closed and silently weeping, the image of the boy who single-handedly saved everyone during Konoha's time of crisis vaguely appeared in their minds.

The emotion quickly infected everyone, and they subconsciously murmured in their hearts: "May you rest in peace in the afterlife, and may your soul find peace in the Pure Land."

At this moment, the sorrow reached its peak.

At the grand funeral of the Fourth Hokage of Konoha, a strong resonance resonated in the hearts of more than 10,000 people.

At this moment, amidst the profound sorrow, a figure, seemingly a ghost, isolated from the world, draped in a black robe, slowly raised his head, revealing a face identical to the one in the black and white photograph frame. He then took out a crystal bottle from his robes.

The liquid in the bottle, with countless fragments of afterglow floating on it, is like a manifestation of the ocean of the collective unconscious.

Without any hesitation, amidst the grief of tens of thousands of people, he drank the liquid in the bottle in one gulp.

Gudong!

The instant the potion entered his body, he felt as if he could no longer feel his body.

Consciousness was elevated infinitely, seemingly collapsing into a single thought, or perhaps a thousand thoughts, merging into the surrounding sorrowful, illusory ocean.

Unlike before, this time he could see the 'ocean of collective unconscious' directly without having to pass through the island where dreams and the mind reside. In the process of merging with it, he seemed to return to his original form, with pure consciousness, enduring the impact of the subconscious that has condensed 'all mankind' since ancient times.

There was fear, there was madness, there was sadness, there was joy.
Countless chaotic emotions crashed against him like a tsunami, and the spiritual imprints left in this ocean constantly eroded and affected him.

Under such a powerful psychological influence, his self-awareness gradually crumbled, as if he were about to lose himself in this endless ocean of the subconscious.

But the next moment, he quickly snapped out of it and used suggestion and reassurance to remove the lingering mental pollution.

In my ears, sounds gradually became clearer and louder.

Until it resonates completely in this ocean of collective unconsciousness, stirring the power of the soul, surging like a raging tide.

"May you rest in peace in the afterlife."

"May you rest in peace in the afterlife."

"May you rest in peace in the afterlife."

The sounds helped him calm down.

Then, in a single thought, it seemed as if multiple transparent and illusory consciousnesses were peeled away from his mind.

Those thoughts, transformed into distractions, roamed freely in the ocean of the collective unconscious, reaching the mental islands representing different people, and climbing up to them.

On those islands, he witnessed firsthand the thoughts and ideas of different people.

Just then, a ray of sunlight pierced through the dark clouds and shone on the earth.

The black-robed figure, seemingly forgotten by the world, finally opened his eyes slowly, his gray pupils rippling with layers of swirling waves.

Observing the people around him, he slightly raised the corners of his lips, raised his hand to pull down his hood, and then turned and walked away into the distance.

Main Quest: Promotion Sequence 4 - Manipulator

[In a specific setting with at least ten thousand people, consume the potion amidst a profound emotional resonance among them.]

[Reward: Grosser Travelogue]

(End of this chapter)