Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Fire Shadow Rock, casting long, long shadows of the two figures standing side by side.

Uchiha You and Terumi Mei's hands were clasped tightly in the golden light.

That moment was not only a promise between two people, but also the convergence and fusion of two villages, two pieces of land, and two destinies.

Mei Terumi felt the warmth emanating from her palm, and her emerald green eyes shone with an unprecedented light.

It was hope, it was determination, and it was also a sense of relief after finally finding direction in the long darkness.

She tilted her head slightly, gazing at the distant horizon dyed red by the setting sun, as if she could already see that in the near future, her hometown, shrouded in thick fog, would also usher in its own light.

In the distance, the village of Konoha is still shrouded in peace and tranquility, with wisps of smoke rising from chimneys and children laughing and playing.

……

Throughout the training grounds, Konoha's various groups of genin were practicing frantically, with shouts of anticipation for the Chunin Exams and the sound of kunai piercing the air echoing throughout the entire training area.

Inside the training ground for Class 1.

Kakashi leaned against a large tree, holding a copy of "Icha Icha Paradise" in his hands. He seemed nonchalant, but his gaze occasionally swept over the figures of the three boys in the arena.

He stopped Naruto and Sasuke from their sparring session, walked over to Sasuke, closed the book, and revealed a rare serious expression:

"Sasuke, you need to digest the techniques that Lord You taught you repeatedly in actual combat, and you can't just stay at the theoretical level."

He paused, his gaze falling on Sasuke's Sharingan, which could now skillfully activate the three-tomoe Sharingan, and continued:

"Also, I suggest you find some time to visit Kushina-senpai."

"The Nine-Tails' chakra is a double-edged sword. If used well, it is your strongest asset; if used poorly, it will devour you. As the previous Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, Kushina-senpai has extensive experience in controlling this power."

Sasuke was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly: "...I understand."

Kakashi then turned to Naruto, looking at the blond boy's eager expression, and his tone carried a hint of advice:

"Naruto, the Uzumaki clan bloodline flowing through your veins gives you a massive amount of chakra far exceeding that of ordinary people. This is your talent, but you can't rely solely on quantity to win."

"You need to learn how to manipulate these chakra more precisely, using them wisely. Solid training and building a strong foundation are more important than anything else."

Naruto nodded vigorously, clenched his fist, and his eyes burned with fighting spirit: "Don't worry, Kakashi-sensei! I will definitely become stronger!"

Kakashi glanced at Hozuki Suigetsu one last time. The white-haired boy was holding his newly acquired Executioner's Blade, meticulously cleaning the blade.

"Water Moon".

Suigetsu raised her head and looked at Kakashi.

"Your Water Transformation Technique combined with Water Release ninjutsu has unique advantages in defense and mobility, but it will be very passive when facing Lightning Release ninjas." Kakashi said, taking an old scroll from his ninja tool bag and tossing it over. "This is some swordsmanship notes I collected when I was young. Although it is not a complete lineage, it contains some practical techniques on how to deal with Lightning Release attacks."

Shuiyue took the scroll, paused for a moment, and looked down at the slightly yellowed scroll in his hand. A strange, inexplicable emotion welled up inside him. He was silent for a moment, then grinned and put the scroll into his pocket: "Thanks, Captain."

Another training ground, the location of Class 3.

With his usual enthusiasm and passion, Matt Kai was conducting rigorous training on his three subordinates. Sweat poured down under the sun, and the sore muscles and rapid breathing intertwined to create a symphony of youth.

During a training break, Might Guy put away his usual playful demeanor, revealing a rare serious expression. Looking at his three panting subordinates, he said in a deep voice:

"Neji, Lee, Shino."

"I know you are all very strong and have performed well in previous village assessments. But this time is different."

His gaze sharpened:

"This year's Chunin Exams are the largest in history. Genius teenagers from all over the ninja world will gather here. You will not only face the elites of Kumogakure, Iwagakure, and Sunagakure, but also ninjas from small countries who possess extraordinary skills."

"Do you know when Kakashi became a Jonin?"

Lee shook his head, and Neji and Shino also showed expressions of focused listening.

"Twelve years old." Might Guy held up one finger. "Kakashi Hatake became a Jonin at the age of twelve."

"Twelve years old... Jonin..." Lee murmured, repeating the words over and over, his eyes filled with shock and longing.

"That guy's talent is indeed top-tier in the ninja world." Might Guy clapped his hands, his fighting spirit rekindled. "But talent doesn't determine everything! As long as we put in ten times, a hundred times more effort than others, we will definitely shine brightly on the Chunin Exams stage!"

"Yes, Teacher Kai!" the three replied in unison, their eyes burning with renewed fervor.

Eighth Class Training Ground.

Kurenai Yuhi is intently guiding Kurama Yakumo, the heir of the Kurama clan, helping her master her unique bloodline limit, a state between genjutsu and reality. Tayuya and Hotaru are simultaneously honing their abilities; one is strengthening the practical application of sound ninja techniques, while the other is practicing sensory and support skills developed based on her special physique. The entire team is making a final push for the upcoming exam.

Another training venue.

Mei Terumi crossed her arms and looked at the three girls in front of her—Hinata Hyuga, Karin Uzumaki, and Sakura Haruno.

She was a full hour late.

Facing the three girls' differing gazes—Hinata's calm, Karin's confusion, and Sakura's helplessness—Mei Terumi showed no remorse. Instead, she smiled slightly, a smile that sent chills down the spines of the three girls:

"Sorry I'm late."

"As compensation, today's training volume will be doubled."

Sakura's face instantly fell, and Karin couldn't help but swallow hard. Only Hinata remained calm, with a hint of anticipation even flashing in her eyes.

……

The announcement from the Hokage Building spread throughout the entire village.

"Those who perform exceptionally well in the Chunin Exams will have their team leader, a Jonin, rewarded with a B-rank ninjutsu."

"The genin who successfully advance to chunin will undergo a three-month unified special training program led by three elite jonin: Kakashi Hatake, Shisui Uchiha, and Nawaki Senju."

These two messages, like boulders thrown into a lake, instantly stirred up a tidal wave in the hearts of all the Jonin and Genin.

B-rank ninjutsu! That's a precious resource that many Chunin and even Special Jonin rarely have access to. And the three-month special training personally taught by three of Konoha's top ninjas is an opportunity that's hard to come by.

In an instant, the fighting spirit of all the ninjas was completely ignited. The shouts on the training ground were louder and more frequent than ever before.

Inside the Hokage's office.

Uchiha Yao stood by the window, looking down at the bustling village below, a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

He generously shared the various high-level ninjutsu techniques that Konoha had accumulated over the years as a means of encouragement. However, he also established clear rules:

"The ninjutsu bestowed as a reward is for the recipient's personal use only and may not be passed on to others without authorization."

"If anyone is recommended as a genius, I will personally teach them to ensure the quality and safety of the training."

These rules are intended to prevent the overuse and abuse of ninjutsu, and also to ensure that every resource is used on the most suitable person.

……

End of June.

As the Chunin Exams approached, more and more foreign merchants, nobles from small countries, and ninjas from various villages and clans began to flock to Konoha.

This once prosperous and peaceful village has become even more bustling and complex. On the streets, ninjas dressed in different clothes and wearing different headbands can be seen everywhere, exchanging glances with each other, their eyes filled with probing and wariness.

Uchiha Itachi appeared silently in the Hokage's office.

He knelt on one knee and reported to Uchiha Yorin, who was seated behind his desk:

"Lord Hokage, we have a basic grasp of the movements of the outsiders."

"The delegations from Kumogakure, Iwagakure, Sunagakure, and Kirigakure are expected to arrive in the next week. In addition, there are participants from dozens of small countries and ninja villages, including the Land of Frost, the Land of Waterfall, the Land of Grass, and the Land of Rain, totaling about 600 people."

Uchiha Yao nodded slightly, his gaze calm: "Activate the highest alert level."

"Yes."

From that moment on, the entire territory of Konoha entered a state of highest alert.

The Byakugan's reconnaissance network covers every corner of the village around the clock; the Sharingan's genjutsu masters blend into the crowd, identifying suspicious individuals; the Aburame clan's parasitic insects, like invisible sentinels, are scattered in the air and soil; the Inuzuka clan's ninja dogs and keen sense of smell, in conjunction with patrol forces, closely monitor every street.

All accommodation information for visiting travelers is meticulously recorded by the secret service and is subject to constant surveillance. Any unusual gatherings, frequent outings, or suspicious contacts are reported immediately.

Under this impenetrable net, no one with ill intentions can hide.

Inside the top-secret meeting room of the Hokage Building.

The core Jonin of Konoha gathered together. The air was heavy; everyone knew this was a crucial meeting that would determine the future of the ninja world.

Uchiha Yao stood in the main seat, his gaze slowly sweeping over every familiar face present—Kakashi, Guy, Kurenai, Asuma (confirmed to have defected, this should be another Jonin), Mei Terumi, Pakura, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Shisui, Yamato, Tsunade… Konoha’s top fighting force was gathered here.

He spoke, his voice calm, yet carrying a weight that shook the heavens and earth:

"During this Five Kage Summit, four of the Kage will personally visit Konoha."

"And during the talks, I will reveal a truth that has been concealed for many years—"

He paused, his gaze sharpening further:

"The Fourth Mizukage of Kirigakure, Yagura, has long been controlled by a mastermind using genjutsu, becoming a puppet."

"Not only that, but the previous Mizukage were probably also destined to be secretly manipulated."

"The so-called 'Blood Mist Policy' was not a spontaneous choice by Kirigakure, but rather a deliberate act by someone to weaken the Land of Water's power, create chaos, and profit from it."

The atmosphere in the meeting room froze instantly upon hearing this.

Several Konoha ninja from the Land of Water turned pale instantly, followed by an uncontrollable surge of anger. Their fists clenched so tightly at their sides that they cracked.

Mei Terumi took a deep breath and stood up. Her gaze was firm and bright, as if she were ready to take on all the responsibility:

"Lord Hokage."

"I am willing to volunteer to lead the army back to the Water Kingdom and save my homeland shrouded in mist."

None of the people present were fools. They instantly saw through Uchiha Yao and Terumi Mei's scheme—to use the Five Kage Summit as an opportunity to publicly expose the truth about Kirigakure being manipulated; then, Terumi Mei would lead the troops willing to follow her back to the Land of Water, eliminate the mastermind behind it all with lightning speed, and support Terumi Mei to ascend to the position of the Fifth Mizukage.

It's a big gamble.

But the stakes are the future of Kirigakure and the hopes of countless families devastated by the Blood Mist policy.

No one objected.

Because everyone knows that this may be the only chance for Kirigakure to escape the darkness and be reborn.

……

As the opening day of the Chunin Exams approaches, a large number of ninjas from other villages are arriving in Konoha.

As they passed through the magnificent gate emblazoned with the Konoha emblem and stepped into this legendary "Number One Ninja Village," they were all awestruck by the sight before them—

Wide, clean streets, rows of shops, bustling crowds, thriving commerce, and the ever-present, powerful aura of Konoha ninjas...

This doesn't look like a ninja village at all! It's clearly a bustling metropolis!

The sharp, hawk-like surveillance eyes hidden in the shadows made these outsiders realize that Konoha's prosperity was not built on weakness and compromise, but on absolute strength and strict order.

Anyone who tries to cause trouble here will pay a heavy price.

In Konoha, in a secluded alley.

Kankuro of Sunagakure was arrogantly holding a boy by the collar, lifting him into the air.

That boy was none other than Sarutobi Konohamaru, the last surviving member of the Sarutobi clan.

"Oh, so this is the grandson of the former 'Strongest Hokage'?" Kankuro's tone was full of sarcasm and contempt. "He doesn't look like much. The Sarutobi clan has truly fallen into ruin."

Konohamaru gritted his teeth and struggled desperately, but he couldn't break free from Kankuro's grip. Several Sand Ninja followers around him also joined in the laughter.

Just then—

"Snapped!"

A metal fan struck Kankuro mercilessly on the back of the head, making a crisp sound.

Kankuro staggered from the blow, his grip loosened, and Konohamaru fell to the ground. He clutched the back of his head, turned around angrily, and was about to lash out when he froze instantly upon seeing who it was.

She was a woman with long, golden hair tied in a neat ponytail. Her face was beautiful, but her eyes were sharp as knives, and she exuded a seasoned and powerful aura.

Temari.