Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

Jiraiya had already walked to the other side, where a ramrod-straight, white-haired man was standing waiting for him. The two Jiraiyas looked at each other, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.

"So..." Jiraiya from the other world spoke first, his tone serious and inquisitive, "What do you think of the path our world has taken?"

"What do you mean?" Jiraiya asked, arms crossed.

"The path I walked in that world—or more accurately, the path you walked in that world," Jiraiya from the other world said slowly. "Our Konoha experienced division, the Black Clan was expelled, and hatred lingered for decades. Uchiha You's solution was... to unify everything with absolute power and establish a world with only one absolute center. I've never really agreed with this approach, finding it too domineering and too narrow-minded. But this conversation with you has shown me many more possibilities."

Jiraiya paused for a moment, then grinned. "You know, during the time we spent together over there, I seriously considered this issue. I initially thought that crushing everything with brute force was too simplistic and brutal, like the approach of a mindless brute. But then I realized that when both sides are pushed to the brink by hatred, reasoning is useless. The only thing that can get people to sit down and listen to you is power—power strong enough to force them to submit."

He paused, then continued, "Only with such a premise can we have the right to talk about peace, systems, and the future. You are Jiraiya, you should understand this better than I do. Sometimes, gentleness is used for kind people, but for those who are not kind, strength is the greatest gentleness."

The Jiraiya from the other world remained silent for a long time. He gazed at the rooftops of Konoha Village bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, and remained silent for a very long time before finally letting out a slow sigh: "Perhaps you are right. I used to think that forcing others to submit through power only brought false peace. But now I understand... Sometimes, false peace is better than real hell."

"That's a well-said statement." Jiraiya walked over and patted his other self on the shoulder. "Now that you're here, take a good look. See our world, see what different paths we've taken, and maybe you'll find the answer you're looking for."

The two Jiraiyas stood side by side in the setting sun, their gazes both directed towards Konoha Village.

The Hyuga clan's territory, the private garden of Hyuga Hiashi.

"What did you say?" Hiashi Hyuga stared at his daughter standing before him, his face filled with shock and disbelief. Hinata stood silently before him, emanating an aura that seemed almost tangible. That aura made the hairs on Hiashi Hyuga's body stand on end—it was a power far beyond his own, a father's, an aura of a strong person forged by time and the world.

"I said, I trained in another world for over a year." Hinata's voice was calm as still water. "The flow of time in that world is different from here. We've only spent half a month here, but I've already completed my full training. Father, I want to tell you—from now on, I will decide the direction of the Hyuga clan's peaceful reforms."

Hiashi Hyuga opened his mouth, as if to say something. He instinctively wanted to project the dignity of a clan leader, but when he met his daughter's calm, all-seeing eyes, the words wouldn't come out. He remained silent for a long time, finally letting out a heavy sigh: "...You've become stronger."

"Yes," Hinata answered readily.

"So powerful... I can no longer see through you."

"Yes."

Hiashi Hyuga was silent for a moment, then suddenly gave a bitter laugh: "Very well. The Hyuga clan has been stuck in its ways for too long; it's time for someone to push for change. If you believe your path is right, then go for it."

Hinata paused slightly, as if she hadn't expected her father to agree so readily. Looking at his face, which remained outwardly dignified but held a hint of age and weariness in its eyes, she softened her tone: "Father, I won't let the Hyuga clan be destroyed. I just want this clan... to no longer be filled with the constraints it once was."

Hiashi Hyuga didn't answer; he simply turned his back and waved his hand.

Hinata said nothing more. She bowed slightly to her father's retreating figure, then turned and walked out of the courtyard. From this day forward, the Hyuga clan would be led by a brand new path.

Meanwhile, in the Yamanaka clan's residence, two Inos walked hand in hand into the house. Yamanaka Inoichi stared wide-eyed at his two identical daughters standing before him, their expressions almost identical, except that the Ino dressed in otherworldly attire possessed a more capable air. He stood there dumbfounded for a long while, finally managing to stammer, "What... what's going on?"

"Dad, I'm back to visit." Ino from this world stepped forward with a smile and took her father's arm. "This is me from another world, visiting on behalf of friendship. Just think of me as having another daughter."

Yamanaka Inoichi choked on his breath, his face turning red: "Two...two daughters..."

Ino from the other world watched this scene and couldn't help but laugh: "Uncle, don't worry, I'll only stay for two days. But to be honest, your family atmosphere is much warmer than ours."

"Of course!" Ino proudly raised her chin. "I'm the happiest woman in Konoha!"

Meanwhile, atop a distant outpost on the Konoha border, Kakashi from the other world crouched, his gaze sweeping across the distant horizon. He was in charge of reconnaissance, serving as the watchful eyes in this unfamiliar world. His gaze was calm, like the clouds drifting in the wind.

"This world... is a little different from ours, but the hostility and risks are always about the same," he murmured.

At night at the Konoha Onsen, Sakura Haruno leaned against the edge of the steamy hot spring, lost in thought. The warm water soothed her weary body, but it couldn't dispel the worry on her face.

Sasuke has been incredibly busy lately—not in the sense of engaging in any dangerous battles, but rather like a tightly wound machine, constantly rushing between various tasks day and night. She rarely sees him, and even when they do, he always leaves after a few hurried words. She feels as if she's slowly slipping out of Sasuke's world.

"What exactly is bothering you?"

A gentle voice came from the side. Sakura Haruno looked up and saw Hinata slowly walking into the bath. A white towel wrapped around her slender figure, and her long, pale purple hair was wet and draped over her shoulders. Hinata sat down, tilting her head to look at Sakura Haruno. Her white eyes looked exceptionally clear in the misty steam.

"Hinata?" Sakura asked, somewhat surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"I saw you sighing, so I came to see you." Hinata sat down in the water, a faint smile on her face. "Is it still because of Sasuke?"

Sakura didn't deny it, and with a hint of annoyance, she submerged her chin in the water: "He's too busy. So busy that it's hard to even see him. Sometimes I wonder... if there's something I'm not doing well enough, that's why he's always running around."

Hinata paused for a moment, then said, "I'm going to say something you might not like."

"you say."

"Do you think Sasuke is the kind of person who cares about whether you 'do a good job' or not?" Hinata looked at her. "Sasuke's heart is filled with the whole world. He's the kind of person who can never stay quietly in one place. If you insist on being a woman by his side waiting for him to turn back, then all you'll get is endless loneliness."

Sakura opened her mouth, but hesitated to speak.

"If you really want him—if you want to be with Sasuke, then don't drag it out." Hinata's gaze was calm and frank. "You should take the initiative. Even being a concubine isn't out of the question. Just secure your place in his heart; that's more important than anything else."

Sakura's eyes widened: "To...to be a concubine?!"

"I'm telling the truth." Hinata didn't evade the question. "Think about it, with Sasuke's qualities, there will only be more and more powerful people surrounding him in the future. If you keep thinking about waiting for him to figure things out and come to you, you'll only be met with more and more competitors. If you want it, you have to be decisive; procrastination is the worst thing you can do."

Sakura was stunned into silence for a long time after hearing these words. Gazing at her slightly flushed face reflected in the hot spring water, a whirlwind of thoughts raced through her mind: "I never intended to be a...

"So what have you thought about?" Hinata asked. "Have you thought about becoming a partner who can fight alongside Sasuke? Have you thought about being someone who can lend a helping hand to him when he's busy? If you have, then you shouldn't be worrying about it now, but should create opportunities."

At that moment, the two women's minds clashed violently. One held the traditional, emotionally-driven concept of monogamy; the other, forged in the harshness of another world, embraced a jungle-like mentality dominated by the survival of the fittest. Hinata's words struck Sakura like a hammer blow, causing cracks to appear in her hopes for love and protection.

"I...I need to think about it." Sakura lowered her head, her voice trembling slightly.

Hinata didn't press further. She simply patted Sakura's shoulder gently, her voice soft yet firm: "Whatever you choose, I'll support you as a friend. But remember—if you drag things out, you might miss out forever."

Amidst the rising steam, Sakura Haruno watched the white figure slowly rise and leave, her heart still churning with complex emotions she couldn't quite explain.

……

The night was as dark as ink, and the lights of Konoha Village lit up one after another as usual.

However, beneath this seemingly peaceful glow of lights, shadows are silently lurking.

Beside him stood a young man in a Konoha Chunin uniform. The young man had fairly handsome features, but a gloomy, ashen aura clung to him, and his eyes held a coldness and resentment beyond his years. He gazed in the distance toward Konoha Village, his eyes like those of a venomous snake poised to strike.

"Is everything arranged?" Obito's voice was deep and calm.

"Konoha's sensory barrier rotates every half hour. I've tampered with it, creating a gap of about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn between shifts." Konohamaru's voice was soft, yet carried a chilling undertone. "You can infiltrate through the drainage ditch in the southeast corner, bypassing all the visible sentries. The only thing to watch out for is that there are occasional ANBU patrols in that area; I've already arranged excuses for them to be distracted."

Obito nodded slightly: "Your understanding of Konoha is indeed deeper than I imagined."

"I grew up in this village. I know every brick, every alleyway like the back of my hand." Konohamaru's lips curled into a cold, sharp smile. He looked up at the distant lights, his gaze filled with complex emotions for this land—he had once thought it was his hometown, his home. Until that night, when he witnessed the annihilation of the Uchiha clan, and watched his grandfather—the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi—face death for the village, yet still unable to bring peace and clarity to it. Danzo was dead, the roots were gone, but who paid the price for that darkness? Konoha's peace was like a thin veil; beneath it lay only rotting flesh.

"I want that village to taste the bitterness of betrayal and slaughter." Konohamaru's fingertips trembled slightly, but his tone grew colder. "Because they kept telling me that this was for the village, that this was the fate of a ninja."

Obito didn't say much, but simply patted Konohamaru's shoulder gently: "Let's go."

The next moment, dozens of figures, like a flock of crows in the dark night, silently swept into Konoha Village.

Konoha Village, Ichiraku Ramen.

Ichiraku Ramen is a long-established restaurant in Konoha Village. Uncle Teji has toiled behind the stall his entire life, transforming from a wandering youth into a weathered middle-aged man. His daughter, Ayame, is clearing dishes at the counter, and the shop is filled with the rich aroma of bone broth. At this time of day, there aren't many customers; only Iruka sits in a corner, eating ramen while grading students' homework.

"Teacher Iruka, why are you so late today?" Ayame asked with a smile.

"I need to prepare the lecture notes for tomorrow's class." Iruka looked up, revealing a gentle smile above the rim of his bowl. "You wouldn't believe it, although Naruto has become much more composed since returning from his training, his homework completion rate is still a headache."

The older man, wiping the stove nearby, shook his head with a smile: "That kid is slowly improving, I can see it."

"Yes..." Iruka lowered his head, his gaze falling on a spot on the table, his tone carrying an indescribable sense of relief, "He's becoming more and more like a real adult."