Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

Sasuke stood still for a moment, then spoke:

"I'm planning to... go find that guy, Uchiha Itachi."

Having been influenced by another world, his obsession has changed.

Those eyes, once filled with hatred, now hold a clarity and determination.

More than revenge, he wanted to reform the entire ninja world. Finding Itachi was only a secondary goal.

He wanted to know why that man had made that choice in the first place.

He wanted to know what that man was thinking. He wanted an answer, not a life-or-death battle.

Before leaving, Orochimaru glanced back at him, a hint of approval flashing in his snake-like eyes.

He saw the transformation in Sasuke's mindset and couldn't help but admire him:

"You've changed, Sasuke. You're no longer that boy driven by hatred."

Sasuke didn't answer, but stood there quietly, gazing into the distance. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, casting a long, long shadow.

……

The parallel world, the Land of Rain, is the Akatsuki organization's stronghold.

In the dim cave, candlelight flickered, casting swaying shadows on the damp stone walls. Water droplets dripped slowly from the tips of stalactites, making a crisp sound that echoed in the empty cave.

Black Zetsu slowly emerged from the ground, as if rising from a black swamp.

His yellow eyes gleamed eerily in the darkness, and his voice was hoarse and deep, rough like sandpaper being rubbed together.

"Obito, Sasuke has appeared. He's in the Land of Fire, heading towards Konoha."

Obito sat on a protruding rock, wearing his orange spiral mask, his expression hidden. But he leaned forward slightly, his voice carrying a hint of smug satisfaction: "He really is going to Konoha to track down Itachi. Very well."

He paused, then said, "Notify Itachi. Tell him that his younger brother has arrived."

He intends to use the brothers' fight to advance his Eye of the Moon plan. Fratricide, hatred, and pain will allow the Sharingan to evolve deeper and deeper. And what he needs is a pair of eyes powerful enough.

……

Konoha Gate.

Uchiha Yao stood outside the gate, looking at the familiar village.

The layout of Konoha in this world is roughly the same as that of the Konoha in the world I govern.

The same street layout, the same architectural style, and the same Fire Shadow Rock standing at the back of the village.

However, there are many differences in the details.

The pedestrians on the street looked hurried, their faces lacking the composure and tranquility of their own world, and instead showing signs of depression and exhaustion.

The shop signs along the street are somewhat old, and the walls are also somewhat mottled, clearly indicating a lack of maintenance.

Uchiha Yao simply used a bit of genjutsu to briefly hypnotize the gatekeepers, Shinzuki Izumo and Kotetsu.

The two Chunin's eyes instantly became vacant, as if they had seen something ordinary. They mechanically waved their hands, signaling them to pass through.

Uchiha Yao silently infiltrated the village, like a drop of water merging into a river, without causing any ripples.

The Hokage's office.

The Fifth Hokage, Tsunade, sat behind her desk, reviewing a mountain of files. Before her, the files were stacked high, each requiring her personal review, signature, and stamp. Her pen scribbled rapidly across the paper.

Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat.

A surge of chakra awareness stirred her emotions. The feeling was both familiar and strange, as if something was approaching her life.

She put down her pen, looked up, and gazed out the window, but saw nothing.

Previously, through the illusionary eye technique transmitted through the ruins of Loulan, she glimpsed another, perfect version of herself.

She had her people, her lover, and a peaceful, happy life. That image, like a thorn, was embedded in the softest part of her heart. Whenever the night was still and quiet, that image would surface in her mind, keeping her awake at night. She deliberately concealed the unusual activity of the Loulan dragon vein, reporting it to no one. Deep down, she harbored a faint hope.

Jiraiya pushed open the door without knocking, his expression serious. He strode to the desk, placed his hands on the surface, and said in a low voice, "Tsunade, seal off information from the parallel world. Beware of Shimura Danzo taking advantage of the situation."

Tsunade nodded without speaking. She was well aware of the gravity of the situation. If Danzo learned of the existence of parallel worlds, that old fox would definitely try every means to profit from them, and might even attempt to travel to another world through the Dragon Veins to cause trouble there.

The workday is over.

After finishing her mountain of official duties, Tsunade dragged her weary body home. The streets gradually thinned out, and streetlights flickered on one by one, casting her long, long shadow. A cool night breeze blew, ruffling her golden hair.

Asuma's death at the hands of Akatsuki, Danzo's Root faction's overwhelming power, and the constant obstruction from high-ranking advisors—all these pressures left her physically and mentally exhausted. Sometimes she would think, if her great-grandfather were still alive, if her father were still alive, if Nawaki were still alive, if Dan were still alive… if all the people she loved were still by her side, how wonderful that would be.

Unfortunately, no if.

In the vast village, not a single light was lit for her. She walked along the empty streets, her footsteps sounding exceptionally clear in the night.

She pushed open her bedroom door and was about to take off her shoes to go inside when she smelled the aroma of food.

She was stunned.

In the kitchen, a figure was busy at work. On the stove, a pot was simmering her favorite dish, steaming gently. On the table, several steaming dishes were already laid out—braised pork, miso soup, grilled fish, and a cold vegetable salad—all her favorite flavors. The figure's movements were practiced and composed, as if she had prepared them countless times before.

Uchiha Yao turned around, looked at her, and smiled slightly: "You're back? Perfect timing, the food is just ready."

The sudden warmth shattered Tsunade's long-held defenses. She stood there, looking at the unfamiliar man, at the steaming food on the table, at his gentle smile, her eyes slightly reddening. Her nose tingled, and her throat felt as if something was blocking it.

But she quickly composed herself. She took a deep breath, suppressing her inner turmoil, and forced a tough stance, her voice tinged with wariness and skepticism: "Who are you? What is your purpose?"

Uchiha Yao put down the spatula in his hand, looked at her calmly and sincerely. He did not avoid her gaze, nor did he beat around the bush, but said directly, "My name is Uchiha Yao, the Fourth Hokage from another timeline. I was curious, so I came to this world to see if it also possesses the power of tailed beasts and other systems."

He paused, his voice softening further: "And, in this world, you are also the person I value most—because in another world, I have a wife also named Tsunade. She is my lover and my most important partner."

Tsunade remained silent.

Her heart was in turmoil. On one hand, there was her responsibility as the Hokage of Konoha—she should detain this stranger of unknown origin, interrogate him about his true purpose, and even expel him from the country. On the other hand, there was the deep bond she had formed with another life—the scene from that illusion, those things she longed for but could never have, were now standing before her.

She didn't know whether to believe him or drive him away.

The two then began a long negotiation.

During her conversation with Uchiha Yao, after learning about her experiences in another world, Tsunade couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

That version of myself not only had a younger brother still alive, but also a happy and fulfilling life, wielding great power and strength, and having young and reliable allies. And what about me? My brother is dead, my lover is dead, and my teacher is dead. I only have a shattered Konoha, relying solely on myself and a few young people to keep it afloat. Everyone else is long gone. And I'm constantly being restrained by old fogies like Danzo, my actions always constrained.

Why? Why should my other self from another world have all of this?

Then, Uchiha Yao proposed a plan for exchange and cooperation between the two Konoha worlds. He elaborated on his ideas regarding technology sharing, talent exchange, and joint research and development, presenting them clearly and logically.

Tsunade listened attentively to Uchiha Yao's explanation, and then realized—this seemed like a support plan from a large country to a small country. That "I'll help you develop, you cooperate with me" model looked strangely familiar. She couldn't help but sigh inwardly: she never thought that her own Konoha would experience such a disparity.

If only it were Konoha, where my great-grandfather and great-uncle lived back then. Konoha was teeming with talent and powerful ninjas, the undisputed ruler of the ninja world. And I would still be a carefree young lady, spending my days getting into trouble with Nawaki and being chased and beaten by my grandfather.

Unfortunately, those days are gone forever.

Now, she still needed to rely on her connections in another world to get help from this Uchiha brat. Thinking of this, Tsunade felt a surge of resentment. She said defiantly, "Hmph, the Konoha you're talking about is at most slightly stronger than the current Konoha. What's so great about it?"

But deep down, she really wanted to go and see it.

Upon hearing Uchiha Yao's invitation, Tsunade's face lit up with a hint of joy, but she quickly concealed it, feigning composure as she asked, "When do we depart? Is there anything we should prepare?"

Faced with this question, Uchiha Yao said, "Let's do it now, it won't take up too much time anyway."

He raised his hand, and four colors of light slowly swirled within his Mangekyou Sharingan eyes. A powerful spatial-temporal aura instantly enveloped the two of them.

Space began to distort, like a crumpled piece of paper.

Tsunade felt a blur before her eyes, and the surrounding scenery became blurred and swirling like flowing water. Then she saw the scene of Konoha Village in another world.

The sun shone brightly, and the streets were wide and clean. Shops lined both sides, their signs new and gleaming. Pedestrians thronged the streets, their faces beaming with smiles as they greeted each other warmly. Street stalls sold various snacks and handicrafts, filling the air with the aroma of food. Children chased and played in the alleyways, their laughter clear and melodious.

Tsunade stood in the middle of the street, gazing at the prosperous and bustling scene before her, momentarily lost in thought. The people here were well-dressed, their complexions rosy, their eyes radiating a sense of peace and contentment. That kind of expression was something she rarely saw in her own Konoha.

Upon seeing the two, the villagers cast friendly glances their way. Some greeted them warmly, while others smiled and nodded in acknowledgment—a genuine warmth and closeness. Although the Tsunade from the other world was older in the timeline, thanks to the Yin Seal, her appearance was nearly identical to the present Tsunade, except perhaps for a slightly fuller figure. Ordinary villagers couldn't distinguish between the two Tsunades, assuming it was simply the Hokage's wife patrolling the village again.

Tsunade raised her head and looked towards the familiar rock face in the distance—the Hokage Rock. The portraits of the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju; the Second Hokage, Tobirama Senju; and the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, were arranged in order, and behind them was a brand new portrait—Yo Uchiha. The face was sculpted with lifelike detail, its gaze deep and resolute, as if surveying the entire village.

She stared at the statue for a long time.

The two arrived at a magnificent, opulent gambling den within the city. The den occupied a vast area, its facade lavishly decorated, its gilded signboard gleaming in the sunlight. Tsunade recognized the place instantly—it was a gambling den she had frequented countless times. In her world, the owner of this gambling den always greeted her with a beaming smile, as if she were a god of wealth.

The moment she stepped through the door, the gamblers erupted in excitement.

"It's Lady Tsunade! Lady Tsunade has arrived!"

"Quick, quick! Get your chips ready! Today's going to be another big win!"

"Place your bets! Bet against Lady Tsunade's lead, and you're guaranteed to win!"

Everyone was waiting to place their bets and reap the rewards from this "money-giving fat sheep." Tsunade's lips twitched slightly, but she quickly relaxed—after all, it wasn't her money that was being lost. She sat down at the gambling table with an air of nonchalance, rolled up her sleeves, and began her "money-giving journey."

Throughout the entire game, Tsunade lost every single round. Dice, dominoes, roulette—she tried them all, losing everything. Yet, a long-lost relaxed smile graced her face. She completely forgot the worries of her Hokage duties, the mountains of files, and the cutthroat power struggles. She simply played to her heart's content, letting Uchiha You keep her company, occasionally offering her a drink or helping her analyze the game.

At this moment, a thought couldn't help but surface in Tsunade's mind: in the past, when she was excited, she wouldn't care about others at all. Even if Shizune were talking beside her, she wouldn't have any other thoughts. But now, with a close friend like Uchiha You by her side, she felt completely different. She couldn't help but feel a sense of resentment again—if only there were an Uchiha You in her world.

After they had their fun, Uchiha Yao told her a fact that made her even more heartbroken: "This gambling den is my property."

Tsunade froze. She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but found her throat felt like it was blocked by something. Her business? So, all the money she had just lost went into Uchiha Yao's pocket? And this gambling den was his property; wasn't gambling here tantamount to handing him money?

She felt a pang of bitterness, extremely envious of her parallel world self who possessed everything—money, power, strength, a lover, friends, and a prosperous village.

In just a few hours, thanks to her keen observation skills as a ninja, she had grasped the full picture of Konoha in this world. This Konoha was the overlord of the ninja world, with Sunagakure and Kirigakure fused and subordinate to it, and half of the ninja world under its control. The Konoha here was far superior to the Konoha of her world.

Subsequently, Uchiha Yao, accompanied by Tsunade from a parallel world, went to find Tsunade, who was busy building Konoha Medical University.

The medical university was located in the western part of the village, covering a vast area. Construction was in full swing; workers were moving building materials, measuring the foundation, and erecting scaffolding. In this world, Tsunade stood in the center of the site, holding a design blueprint, discussing something with an engineer. Beside her, Kushina and Mikoto were also helping with various tasks. Kushina was checking the budget list, while Mikoto was coordinating material supplies.

When Uchiha Yao approached with Tsunade from another world, the three women simultaneously stopped what they were doing.

Two Tsunades stood facing each other.

A woman in a white Hokage robe, her long golden hair shimmering in the sunlight, her figure appearing even more voluptuous, exuding composure and confidence. A woman in an everyday kimono, her short golden hair slightly disheveled, her brows showing a hint of weariness and stubbornness.

The two look almost identical, but their temperaments are completely different.

"Hello." The Tsunade of this world spoke first, her voice gentle and polite. "I am Tsunade. You must be me from another world?"

"Hmm." Tsunade from the parallel world nodded, her gaze sweeping over the other person. "You seem... to be doing well."

"Not bad." Tsunade of this world smiled slightly. "At least, it's better than you might imagine."

The two exchanged pleasantries on the surface, but their words were sharp and pointed. Kushina and Mikoto glanced at each other, both seeing a hint of helpless amusement in each other's eyes. They knew that these two Tsunades probably wouldn't get along so easily.