Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

"Kankuro, what are you doing?"

Temari's voice was as cold as iron, carrying a hint of long-suppressed anger, and it sounded particularly clear in the noisy street.

Her gaze was like two sharp blades, piercing straight at her younger brother whom she hadn't seen for many years.

"This is Konoha, not a place where we can run wild."

Kankuro opened his mouth, wanting to retort as he habitually did, wanting to maintain that nonchalant facade.

But when his gaze met Temari's eyes, all the words that were on the tip of his tongue seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't say them no matter what.

Then, he lowered his head, avoiding her gaze, and dared not meet her eyes.

Temari didn't look at him again. She turned around, bent down, and helped Sarutobi Konohamaru, who had been lifted into the air by Kankuro and was now sitting on the ground.

She reached out and gently patted the dust off his clothes, her movements soft and natural, her tone much gentler.

Are you alright?

Konohamaru looked up at the unfamiliar blonde woman before him, then glanced at Kankuro, who stood to the side with his head down, too afraid to speak. He silently shook his head. He stood up, said nothing more, turned and ran away, his small figure quickly disappearing around the corner.

Kankuro remained standing there, head bowed, avoiding Temari's eyes. His heart was filled with an indescribable mix of guilt and complex emotions. He didn't know why he had done such a thing—perhaps he just wanted to vent his frustration, or perhaps he just wanted to prove he was no longer the little brat who followed his sister around. But now, standing before Temari, he felt as if he had returned to his childhood, to the younger brother who had made a mistake and was waiting to be scolded.

Temari looked at her younger brother, whom she hadn't seen for many years, and remained silent for a moment. In her eyes, there was reproach, helplessness, and a hidden...heartache.

She spoke slowly, her voice tinged with weariness and a sigh:

"Come with me."

The two walked one after the other through several streets and alleys, arriving at a secluded corner. Here, far from the hustle and bustle of the main street, there was only the rustling of leaves in the wind and the faint calls of vendors in the distance.

Temari leaned against the weathered wall, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. She didn't look at Kankuro, but spoke slowly, her voice calm yet carrying an indescribable, complex emotion:

"Kankuro, do you know what my biggest feeling has been all these years in Konoha?"

Kankuro remained silent, offering no reply. He didn't know how to answer, nor did he dare to.

Temari continued speaking to herself, her voice very soft, as if she were talking to herself:

"There is no brutal infighting like in Sunagakure here."

"There are no conspiracies and traps set up for the struggle for power and profit, and no tragedies of being abandoned and isolated because one is 'not strong enough'."

"Everyone can find their place as long as they are willing to work hard."

She finally turned her head and looked at Kankuro. Her amber eyes held a hint of pity, a touch of heartache, and a long-held, hidden longing:

"Kankuro..."

Her voice became even softer:

"Gaara... how have you been all these years?"

Kankuro's body jolted the moment he heard that name.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, wanting to brush it off with what he always did, like "the same old thing" or "what could that monster possibly want?" But he found that his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

And above their heads, on that large, leafy tree—

A small figure was quietly hidden among the dense foliage.

Gaara.

He sat on a thick tree branch, leaning against the trunk, listening intently to every word of the conversation between Temari and Kankuro below, his face expressionless.

But when Temari said, "Everyone can find their place if they are willing to work hard," his emerald green eyes, surrounded by heavy dark circles, trembled very slightly.

When Temari asked, "Gaara... how have you been all these years?", his fingers, which were wrapped around his knees, involuntarily tightened, and his knuckles turned slightly white.

His face remained expressionless.

But something in his heart seemed to be quietly and silently loosening.

"...Ninjas don't need emotions."

He told himself this again in his heart.

He had said this to himself countless times. From the day he could remember, from the day his father regarded him as a failure, the day the villagers regarded him as a monster, and the day everyone feared and loathed him, he had been saying this to himself.

He said it so many times that even he almost believed it himself.

……

Area for out-of-town test takers.

As dusk fell, the lights began to come on.

Ninjas from various villages were settled in designated accommodation areas. The streets were bustling with people, their colorful clothing and headbands mingling together, and a subtle atmosphere of curiosity, vigilance, and hostility permeated the air.

However, almost all outsiders could clearly sense the sharp, hawk-like surveillance eyes hidden in the shadows.

Some people complained in hushed tones, some looked displeased, and some even tried to argue with the patrolling police officers, questioning why they were "violating human rights" in this way.

But the police department's response was tough and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation:

"Private fights within the village will be punished with death without exception."

"The Leaf Village has thousands of ANBU members patrolling around the clock."

"Anyone who violates the regulations, regardless of their background or origin, will be severely punished without exception."

The cold words, coupled with the subtle killing intent and oppressive aura lurking in the shadows, silenced all those who harbored resentment.

No one doubts whether Konoha has the ability to enforce this rule.

Because everyone knows that Konoha now has the confidence and the strength to do so.

……

The Hokage's office.

Night had fallen, and the lights outside the window were gradually thinning out. Inside the office, a single lamp cast a warm glow.

Tsunade sat cross-legged on the soft sofa, toying with a six-sided die in her hand, letting it nimbly roll between her fingers. She gazed out the window at the village nightscape shrouded in darkness, her tone tinged with a mixture of wistfulness and bewilderment:

"Yo, with the current strength of our Konoha, we are more than capable of crushing the other four great ninja villages."

"Why go through all this trouble? Why bother with the Chunin Exams and the Five Kage Summit?"

She stopped flipping the dice, turned to look at Uchiha Yao, her eyes filled with a serious hint of confusion:

"Why not just send in troops and defeat them all?"

Uchiha Yao did not answer immediately.

He picked up the slightly cooled cup of tea in front of him, took a small sip, and savored the aroma as it slowly unfolded on his tongue. Then he set the cup down. He looked up, his gaze calmly meeting Tsunade's, and spoke slowly, his voice steady and clear:

"Military conquest is the simplest method."

"But it's also the method most likely to leave lasting problems."

"What we want is not an empire filled with hatred and resistance, but a ninja world order that can be stable and develop together in the long term."

"The Chunin Exams and the Five Kage Summit were the stages for establishing this order."

Tsunade remained silent for a moment, pondering the deeper meaning of those words. Finally, she sighed, waved her hand, and put the dice into her robes.

"Fine, you're the Hokage, you call the shots."

She stood up, stretched her limbs, and loosened her shoulders. Then, her gaze sharpened slightly.

A unique aura quietly emanated from her body.

That's—Sage Mode.

However, it is not the traditional Sage Mode of Shikkotsu Forest, which requires prolonged stillness and the condensation of natural energy. Instead, it is the Normal Sage Mode, which Tsunade herself has researched and improved over many years, making it more suitable for actual combat and more flexible and convenient.

Faint purple lines, like exquisite tattoos, appeared on her face, extending from her cheekbones to both sides. A deep and vast aura flowed slowly around her, as if she were one with the natural energy around her, yet also as if she were independent of this world.

"I have completely mastered it."

Tsunade grinned, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, her smile carrying a hint of confidence and arrogance:

"If those guys are trying to pull any tricks during the talks..."

She clenched her fist, her knuckles cracking crisply.

"I wouldn't mind letting them experience firsthand what real 'superhuman strength' is."

Uchiha Yao looked at her, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

……

The massive venue for the Chunin Exams.

The place was bustling with noise, a deafening din.

The enormous circular building, capable of holding tens of thousands of people, was now completely packed. Spectators, nobles, merchants, and ninjas from the five great nations and dozens of smaller countries filled every inch of the stands. Colorful flags and banners fluttered in the stands, and shouts, discussions, and cheers blended into a noisy sea.

In the center of the venue was a wide, flat area. At this moment, more than six hundred genin from various countries were standing in rows according to their respective villages, a dark mass that was quite a sight.

The air was thick with an almost suffocating hostility and probing. Countless gazes, like invisible blades, clashed and collided among the crowd, attempting to overwhelm their opponents with sheer force of will before the exam even officially began, looking for the "easy targets" to eliminate first.

As soon as Sakura Haruno stepped into the venue, she felt several unfriendly gazes fixed on her. They were ninjas from a small country who, seeing that she was a quiet-looking girl with short pink hair, naturally regarded her as someone who could be eliminated first.

"Hey, that pink-haired girl, she looks easy to bully," someone in the crowd said in a low voice, with a hint of malice in their tone.

Sakura Haruno's body stiffened slightly, but she didn't turn around; she just clenched her fists tightly.

Just then—

"snort."

A cold snort came from not far away.

Tayuya crossed her arms and leaned against a pillar at the edge of the hall. She coldly swept her gaze over the restless ninjas from other villages, her narrow eyes carrying an undisguised contempt and warning:

"Those who want trouble, feel free to try."

The ninjas from other villages felt a chill run down their spines when she swept her gaze over them with eyes as cold as a venomous snake. They quickly looked away, no longer daring to meet her eyes.

Immediately afterwards—

A series of heavy footsteps sounded, like the beating of a drum, striking the hearts of everyone present.

Hozuki Suigetsu strode into the hall, carrying the enormous guillotine. The broad blade, gleaming menacingly in the sunlight, contrasted sharply with his nonchalant expression, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

"That's... a decapitation sword?!"

"One of the Seven Ninja Swords of Kirigakure?! How did it end up in the hands of a Konoha ninja?!"

"That guy... he doesn't look like someone to mess with!"

The appearance of the Executioner's Blade was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing a huge shock and discussion throughout the venue. Countless eyes were focused on Suigetsu and the legendary ninja sword on his shoulder.

Subsequently, the various squads of Konoha began to assemble one after another.

Kurenai Yuhi led Kurama Yakumo, Tayuya, and Hotaru.

Mei Terumi leads a trio of Hinata, Karin, and Sakura Haruno. The three girls have different temperaments, but they all exude an aura that should not be underestimated.

The team led by Yekura, consisting of Temari, Haku, and Tenten, consists of three female ninjas, each with their own unique characteristics: Temari's competence, Haku's gentleness, and Tenten's liveliness, forming a distinctive scene.

The trio of Shikamaru, Choji, and Ino, led by Itachi Uchiha, has always been one of the most stable tactical triangles in Konoha.

Kakashi led the group consisting of Naruto Namikaze, Sasuke Uchiha, and Suigetsu Hozuki.

Blonde, black, and white hair—three completely different hair colors, three completely different personalities, yet all exuding an undeniable presence.

The trio of Kimimaro, Jugo, and Sai under Uchiha Shisui's command. Kimimaro's white hair and cold demeanor, Jugo's tall stature and oppressive aura, and Sai's ever-present fake smile all made the surrounding outlying ninjas feel an inexplicable pressure.

The group led by Kabuto Yakushi—Jirobo, Kidomaru, Sakon, and Ukon—are all elites with secret techniques, each with a different temperament, yet all exuding a ruthless and formidable aura.

Everyone is present.

The candidates from other countries, upon seeing Konoha's luxurious, almost extravagant, lineup, all turned somewhat grim. They exchanged glances discreetly and began to spontaneously form small groups, whispering and discussing countermeasures.

They all knew in their hearts that if they didn't join forces, they might not even be able to withstand Konoha's first wave of attacks.

Within the Sand Ninja camp.

Kankuro whispered to Gaara, his voice tinged with nervousness, "Hey Gaara, keep an eye on Temari. She's on Konoha's side now..."

Gaara ignored him.

His gaze swept across the crowded throng and locked firmly on two figures.

One was that snow-white-haired boy with two striking red dots between his eyebrows and a cold, icy demeanor—Kimimaro.

The other was a tall, robust young man with a cold and stern face, exuding a repressed and manic aura—Jugo.

The aura emanating from those two people made him instinctively sense... danger.

That was the scent of one of their own.

Yet he was even more profound and elusive than him.

Gaara's lips curled up in a barely perceptible smile.

interesting.

……