Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

In the midst of the chaos, a figure covered in blood and on the verge of death broke free from the restraints and staggered to his feet from the ruins.

Danzo Shimura.

His current appearance can no longer be described as merely wretched. His entire body is covered in wounds, the deepest of which runs diagonally from his left shoulder to his right rib, almost exposing the stark white bone beneath.

Fresh blood dripped down the tattered hem of his clothes, pooling on the ground into a dark red puddle that gleamed dazzlingly in the setting sun.

His right eye, which had been destroyed by Mabui's Flying Thunder God technique, was still bleeding profusely from the wound, and half of his face was stained a terrifying dark red.

His breathing was rapid and heavy, like a broken bellows, and with each breath, blood foam spilled from the corner of his mouth, making a hoarse sound.

But he hasn't given up yet.

A near-mad determination flickered in his eyes. His hands trembled as he stretched out his fingers, pale from blood loss, yet he stubbornly and slowly formed hand seals. With his last ounce of strength, he activated his final trump card—

"The Inner Four Symbols Seal!"

Black lines began to spread outwards from him. It was a forbidden technique of mutual destruction; once fully activated, it would seal everything around the caster into eternal darkness. The black lines wriggled and spread like living things, silently obliterating the stone slabs in their wake, turning them into nothingness.

"Danzo is about to self-destruct! Stop him!" Uchiha Shisui's voice came from afar, carrying an urgent warning. He was rushing over there as fast as he could, but the distance was too great, and it was too late to stop him.

Just as the black lines were about to reach their limit—

A white figure, as if transcending the boundaries of space, suddenly appeared behind Danzo.

Kaguya Kimimaro.

His white hair fluttered in the wind, and two crimson dots, like blood, adorned his brows. His hands had transformed into two sharp bone blades, gleaming with a chilling white light in the sunlight. The edges of the blades were finely serrated, as if capable of slicing through anything. His gaze was icy cold, and without the slightest hesitation, his hands thrust out in a sudden, powerful strike!

"Corpse Bone Pulse: Dance of the Early Fern!"

boom--!!!

Countless pale bone spurs sprouted wildly from his body, like death flowers blooming on the ground, extending in all directions! These bone spurs pierced his sleeves, pierced his skin, and exploded outwards from his body. One, two, ten, a hundred, a thousand—a dense array of bone spurs, like a white forest, instantly pierced through Danzo, pinning him to the spot!

Danzo's body hung suspended in mid-air like a rag doll impaled by countless spears. His limbs were pierced by bone spurs, his chest was pierced by bone spurs, and even a bone spur grazed his artery in his neck, fixing him in mid-air, unable to move. Blood gushed from his mouth like a spring, dripping down his chin and pooling on the ground beneath his feet in a shocking red stain.

The black patterns that were about to spread, once they lost the support of the caster's chakra, slowly contracted and dissipated like the receding tide.

His gaze moved with difficulty, passing over the white bone spurs piercing his body, over the billowing smoke and dust, and looking at the indifferent figure on the distant high platform—Uchiha Yao.

There was no anger, no pity, no mockery, not even a ripple in those eyes. It was a complete indifference, as if everything Danzo had done was nothing more than the dying struggle of an ant, not worth his time or effort.

A sense of indescribable sorrow and resentment welled up in Danzo's heart.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Danzo understood—in that Uchiha brat's eyes, he was no different from a clown. Everything he had done, seemingly grand and capable of shocking the entire ninja world—reincarnating a legendary powerhouse through Edo Tensei, controlling the Kage of two great hidden villages, orchestrating a surprise attack on Konoha, plotting for years, patiently waiting—was actually nothing more than a small farce that a powerful person could easily suppress.

But... why did the Uchiha clan produce such a genius?

If I had known this would happen, I should have nipped him in the bud without hesitation. Before he had even grown up, before he had even displayed such terrifying talent, I should have spared no effort to kill him in the cradle.

Instead of letting his own hesitation and the indulgence of the cowardly Hokage Hiruzen grow stronger step by step, he eventually joined forces with other traitors in Konoha to drive him out of the village, cripple Hiruzen, and seize power in Konoha.

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

Amidst endless regret and resentment, the remaining power of the Reverse Four Symbols Seal within Danzo finally spiraled out of control. Black light erupted from his body, engulfing him along with the bone spurs that pierced him. The light was like a miniature black hole, pulling, compressing, and annihilating everything around it.

Then—all fell silent.

Danzo Shimura died on the spot. Not a trace was left behind, as if he had never existed.

In the distance, Hiruzen Sarutobi, already subdued, felt a pang of sorrow upon seeing his old friend's tragic end. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his throat as if blocked by something, unable to utter a sound. He could only close his eyes and sigh deeply, a sigh filled with the complexities and helplessness of a lifetime.

Uchiha Yao surveyed the disarray with indifference, speaking calmly. His voice was placid, yet carried an undeniable air of judgment, clearly resonating throughout the room:

"Danzo was cunning and treacherous throughout his life, and he spent his life plotting and scheming. He wanted to defeat his old teammate Hiruzen Sarutobi and become Hokage."

"But he never understood that the Hokage represents absolute power and honorable, aboveboard methods, not the usurpation of supreme power through underhanded means."

"Throughout his life, he was nothing more than a coward who only dared to hide in the shadows and bully those weaker than himself. He didn't deserve any sympathy when he died."

His words, like a cold verdict, brought Danzo's life to a final close. No one objected, no one uttered a sound, because everyone knew he was telling the truth.

Mikoto Uchiha, Kushina Uzumaki, Konan, and others, leading many of Konoha's top ninja, continued to gather here. Their battle suits were still stained with dust and blood, and their hair was somewhat disheveled, but in each of their eyes shone a light of relief. They looked around, confirming that there were no more threats, and exchanged reassuring glances.

The conflict in Konoha caused by Danzo has come to a complete end.

At this moment, the reanimated bodies of Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha began to change.

Tiny specks of light began to appear around their bodies, like weathered sand sculptures, slowly drifting away. Bathed in the setting sun, these specks shimmered with a warm golden glow, like fireflies in a summer night sky. This was because the caster—Danzo—had died, the connection to the Impure World Reincarnation had automatically dissolved, and the summoned souls were about to return to the underworld.

Hashirama Senju looked down at his crumbling body, lost in thought. He raised his hand, watching his fingertips turn into specks of light and scatter, a complex expression on his face—a mixture of relief, regret, and a faint sense of guilt.

Tsunade gazed at her great-grandfather, who was about to vanish in an instant, and an overwhelming sadness welled up in her eyes. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that a thousand words were stuck in her throat, and she didn't know where to begin.

As they were about to part, Hashirama Senju suddenly turned to Tsunade, apologetic smile on his face: "Tsunade... I'm sorry. I've been dead for so many years, and I've still caused you so much trouble."

Tsunade shook her head, her voice slightly choked: "Grandpa, it's not your fault."

Hashirama Senju chuckled, then turned to Madara Uchiha not far away and joked, "Madara, it seems we really are leaving this time."

Madara Uchiha snorted coldly, his gaze falling on another figure—Tobirama Senju. Tobirama, too, was in the process of his impure body collapsing, with specks of light constantly scattering from the edges of his body. His face was ashen, clearly feeling incredibly frustrated with this outcome.

Taking advantage of this final moment, Madara mocked relentlessly: "Tobirama Senju, do you see? The peace your elder brother pursued throughout his life was ultimately an illusion. In the end, it was the Uchiha who had the last laugh."

His words were all directed at Tobirama Senju, filled with a strong sense of revenge. He had never forgotten the grudge he suffered at the Valley of the End.

Tobirama Senju was frustrated and resentful, yet unable to refute his words. He looked pleadingly at his elder brother, hoping Hashirama could say something to salvage the situation. However, Hashirama could only offer a helpless bitter smile, his eyes revealing the desolation of a lifelong ideal shattered.

My initial thought was that if people could understand each other better and come together, the world would be more peaceful and there would be less conflict.

But now it seems that I was wrong after all.

From Tsunade's description, we know that the conflicts after her death not only didn't diminish, but intensified. Before she and Madara quelled the chaos, the Warring States period was primarily a war between clans, limited in scale. Now, however, it has escalated into a full-scale war between nations and villages, engulfing the entire ninja world. Furthermore, Tobirama's measures at the Ninja Academy, coupled with Tobirama's subsequent inaction, have resulted in children under five being sent to the battlefield. The cruelty is almost surpassing that of the Warring States period.

This is not the peace I want to build at all.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over Tsunade and landing on Uchiha Yao. His eyes held a deep expectation: "Uchiha boy… I hope you can use your power, capable of ending this chaotic world, in the right place. I also hope your ideals will be even more effective than mine, truly and completely ending the chaos in the ninja world, bringing more love and smiles to the world, instead of bloodshed."

Uchiha Yao listened quietly without answering immediately.

Tsunade stepped forward and, addressing her great-grandfather, said in a firm and clear voice, "Don't worry, Great-Grandfather. Yo-kun is the person I admire and love the most. Every step he takes is solid, and every step he takes shows us results and hope. He will surely be able to completely end this chaotic world—even if we are all gone, peace will still exist."

After saying this, she turned to look at Uchiha Yao. Their eyes met in mid-air, and they smiled at each other. In that smile was trust, understanding, and a determination to share everything. Then she turned back and saw the bright and gratified smile on her great-grandfather Senju Hashirama's face, and a sense of accomplishment welled up in her heart.

However, she had no intention of letting Madara Uchiha off so easily.

She abruptly changed the subject, asking in front of everyone, "Grandpa Ban, you keep talking about achieving peace, but what are your ambitions? Can they compare to my Yao-kun's?"

Madara Uchiha was speechless at her question. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his throat felt like it was blocked by something. He wasn't good at arguments, but he was better at fighting. But now, defeated by the two of them working together, he had no confidence to argue.

Seeing that his best friend and his granddaughter seemed about to start arguing again, Hashirama Senju quickly tried to smooth things over: "Oh dear, Madara also has his own ideas, it's just that they haven't been fully developed yet..."

"Grandpa, please don't try to smooth things over for him." Tsunade interrupted him mercilessly. "You know what really happened at the Valley of the End, and so does he."

The situation instantly became awkward.

Hashirama Senju chuckled awkwardly and scratched his head, not daring to reply. Madara Uchiha's expression also became somewhat unnatural. Before their parting, the two had argued again over their century-old feud, getting into a heated argument.

Uchiha Yao observed coldly, having already seen through Madara's deliberate act and hidden scheme. However, he didn't bother to expose him; there was no need. With absolute power, everything was subject to suppression. No matter what tricks Madara had up his sleeve, they were all futile before absolute strength.

At this moment, Uchiha You seemed to notice the change in Senju Tobirama's expression. The Second Hokage, after hearing Tsunade's praise, though silent, seemed to show a flicker of doubt in his eyes. Uchiha You continued speaking, recounting Konoha's current peace and prosperity, and the thriving growth of its juniors. As he spoke, the three-tomoe Sharingan in his eyes shone brightly in the sunlight.

Convinced by Tsunade's reasoned words and hearing Uchiha Yao's description of Konoha's current state, Tobirama Senju felt a surge of frustration, yet he had no way to refute it. He had to admit that Konoha today was indeed more prosperous and stable than it had been in their time.

Madara Uchiha seized the opportunity to retort, directly pointing out that the Senju clan was equally obsessive and deeply fixated on their own beliefs. Hashirama Senju, after careful consideration, found himself speechless and could only awkwardly scratch his head. This scene once again infuriated Tobirama Senju, causing him to nearly vomit blood—of course, in his Edo Tensei state, he couldn't actually vomit blood, but the feeling of frustration was even more unbearable than actually vomiting blood.

Then, Uchiha Mikoto stepped forward and respectfully greeted Uchiha Madara. She held the enormous flame fan in her hand, and the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan in her eyes slowly rotated, radiating a chilling aura. She bowed slightly, her voice clear and respectful: "Lord Madara, it's an honor to meet you."

Madara Uchiha looked at her, at the flame fan in her hand, at the Mangekyou Sharingan in her eyes, and a hint of satisfaction appeared in his eyes. He nodded, his voice carrying a sense of approval: "Not bad. You are worthy of this fan, and you are worthy of the Uchiha surname."

This statement signifies that Mikoto Uchiha has completely gained Madara's approval and secured her position as a core member of the Uchiha clan.

The battle's endgame is over.

Uchiha Yao and Tsunade exchanged a smile. While this chaos came suddenly, it also brought a far greater deterrent effect than originally planned. Those forces that were still observing, hesitating, and trying to find weaknesses in Konoha should now have seen reality clearly.

Tsunade unleashed her powerful attack, once again activating Wood Release.

"Wood Release: Advent of the Tree World!"

She slammed her hands on the ground, and chakra surged into the earth like a tidal wave. Rumble—! Countless tender green seedlings sprouted from the ruins, growing, spreading, and intertwining at an astonishing speed. In just a few dozen breaths, a vast forest had regrown atop the once ravaged platform. Shady trees, swaying branches, as if the cataclysmic battle had never happened.

The ninjas from various countries watching the battle were all horrified.

After such an intense battle, to still possess such immense chakra, capable of unleashing such a massive Wood Release technique—this strength is enough to crush all the powerful figures of this era. Onoki hovered in mid-air, speechless, his aged face etched with despair. The Raikage's face was ashen, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked, yet he ultimately uttered not a single word.

They finally realized a fact—Konoha had risen above the entire ninja world.

Hashirama Senju looked at Tsunade's perfected Wood Release and smiled sincerely. His smile contained relief, pride, and a sense of ease. His body began to flash with intense white light, a sign that his impure body had reached its limit and was about to completely dissipate.

In his final moments, Madara Uchiha turned and looked solemnly at Yo Uchiha. His gaze held an unprecedented seriousness and expectation: "Boy... I hope you can forge true peace in the ninja world."

Uchiha Yao met his gaze calmly and slowly spoke, revealing his own perspective: "As long as desires persist in the world, there will be no absolute peace. I will not emulate Hashirama's false system of checks and balances—distributing the nine tailed beasts to various countries and using the strongest weapons for deterrence, thinking that this will maintain peace."

"Such an idea is not wrong in itself. But the premise is that the power of the tailed beasts must be strong enough to kill anyone. In reality, for truly top-level powerhouses, suppressing tailed beasts is no different from suppressing chickens. Just like you and Hashirama-senpai. Even if you don't reach your level, it's easy for you to avoid the attacks of tailed beasts. In the end, the victims are the ordinary people who are powerless to protect themselves after the war starts."

"Therefore, Hashirama-senpai's method is not feasible."

He paused, then continued, "Of course, I am also aware of my own limitations. My methods are still in their infancy and require further exploration. The desires within people are immense. I am currently powerful, and with Tsunade, Mikoto, and Kushina by my side, I can suppress all unrest. But once I leave this world, or if something unexpected happens, I really can't guarantee that peace won't be shattered, and we might end up following in Hashirama's footsteps."

"So, I'm figuring it out. There's no rush—I'm still young, and so are Tsunade, Mikoto, Kushina, and the others who have been with me in my life."

Upon hearing this, Madara Uchiha nodded, a rare occurrence, a hint of approval in his eyes: "You're right. This is the fundamental way to govern a chaotic world. Hashirama and I were too idealistic back then, which is why everything ended so hastily."

He paused, a complex glint in his eyes, and said sarcastically, "Back then, Konoha appeared peaceful, but in reality, it treated the Uchiha clan extremely unfairly. I've kept these words to myself for a hundred years, and today I'm finally saying them."

His words shattered the hypocrisy of the old era.

After listening to Uchiha You and Uchiha Madara's words, Hashirama Senju remained silent for a moment, then murmured, "Is that so... Hearing you say that, I was indeed wrong. But fortunately, we have You-kun and Tsunade. I believe you can rebuild Konoha and then spread peace throughout the entire ninja world."

"Of course, Grandpa, you can rest assured," Tsunade replied, her voice carrying a resolute firmness.

Upon hearing Tsunade's words, Hashirama Senju's face broke into an extremely bright smile. In that smile, there was no regret, no resentment, only a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment at seeing a junior grow up strong and healthy.

Finally, Hashirama Senju waved goodbye to his juniors with a hearty laugh: "Well then, we'll be going now. Tsunade, Yo-kun, Konoha is in your hands now."

Madara Uchiha stared intently at Uchiha You and the others, his eyes revealing a deeper meaning and a hidden plan.

He didn't say anything more, but just looked deeply at Uchiha Yao, as if he wanted to imprint the image of this junior into the depths of his soul.

Hashirama Senju, who was extremely familiar with his old friend, felt a sudden sense of foreboding upon seeing Madara's expression.

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but it was already too late.

A blinding white light swept across the sky, engulfing everything in sight like a tidal wave.

The two legends from the Warring States period vanished completely in the warm white light.

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