Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

"I'll take you to that real world."

Uchiha Yao reached out and gently grasped Kaguya Otsutsuki's cold fingers.

My fingers are very cold, as cold as a piece of jade.

The moment Uchiha Yao grasped her hand, Kaguya Otsutsuki's fingertips trembled slightly, then she tightened her grip and held his hand back.

"From now on, you no longer need to hide."

His voice was deep and gentle, carrying a reassuring strength.

Kaguya looked at him quietly and nodded slowly. His face was reflected in her white eyes, as if she were looking at a lost treasure that had been found again.

The moon is getting farther and farther away behind us.

On the way back, Uchiha Yao's gaze pierced through the clouds, looking at the two overlapping ninja worlds, and he murmured:

"This chaotic world should come to an end."

His voice was soft, but the determination it contained was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

-

On the other side of the ninja world, in the world of Reflection, lies Konoha Village.

This place is completely different from the village I remember, which always bore scars and signs of reconstruction.

The entire Hidden Leaf Village was like a massive, sophisticated war machine, operating at full speed. The main road was packed with people, with ninjas, supplies, letters, and summoned beasts moving back and forth, creating a bustling scene reminiscent of a large army arrayed before battle.

The ninjas, dressed in uniform combat attire and with ninja tool pouches at their waists, hurried through the streets. Long lines of horse-drawn carts carrying supplies rumbled as their wheels rolled over the cobblestones. Messenger hawks circled overhead, occasionally swooping down to deliver messages to their intended recipients.

Messengers from the Anbu gathered at the Hokage Building from all directions, their desks piled high with intelligence scrolls. The scrolls were sealed with different colored strips to indicate their urgency, with red representing the highest priority; they had already formed a small mountain.

According to recent statistics, Konoha now boasts 100,000 ninjas.

Meanwhile, most of the southern and western ninja world's forces have submitted, voluntarily or involuntarily joining the Konoha Alliance. Those ninja villages that once rivaled Konoha have now either been annexed or have donned the Konoha Alliance's insignia.

"Lord Uchiha You has been gone long enough."

On the top floor of the Hokage Building, Shikamaru placed a stack of intelligence scrolls on the table and rubbed his slightly sore neck. There were faint dark circles under his eyes, clearly indicating he hadn't had a proper rest for many days. Yet his gaze remained sharp, like a seasoned general on a chessboard, calculating every move with crystal clarity.

"The situation over there has basically stabilized. The Hidden Cloud Village, the Hidden Sand Village, and the Hidden Mist Village have all openly acknowledged Konoha's leadership; it's just a matter of time."

He paused, then pulled one out from the stack of scrolls and unfolded it on the table.

"There's been some unusual activity in Iwagakure. Kurotsuchi has volunteered to go back and stabilize the situation. Given her prestige in Iwagakure and Onoki's remaining influence, there shouldn't be any major problems."

Tsunade nodded.

She stood by the window, arms crossed, gazing into the distance. The setting sun cast a warm golden glow on her face, bathing her still radiant features. Yet her eyes were heavy, as if brewing a storm.

"When he returns, it will be time to officially announce it to the ninja world."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable weight.

-

At the same time, a figure was standing on the mountain path leading to Iwagakure Village.

The last rays of dusk cast a long, slender shadow of her. Kurotsuchi, dressed in the standard combat uniform of Iwagakure with a dark red cloak over it, stood at the bend in the mountain path, looking back at the distant, layered rock formations.

That was her hometown where she was born and grew up.

Hidden Rock Village sits nestled among those rocks, like a lurking giant, silent in the setting sun. She can see the smoke rising from the village, the familiar patterns on the rocks, and the stone tower at the village entrance that she climbed countless times as a child.

A complex emotion flashed in her eyes—a mixture of nostalgia, guilt, and a hint of resolve.

She looked away, took a deep breath, and spoke softly:

"I'm back. This time, I'm here to secure Iwagakure's position for Uchiha You."

As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't hesitate any longer and strode towards Iwagakure. Her cloak fluttered in the wind, like a flag proclaiming her allegiance.

-

In another darkness.

Obito stood in the enormous cave where the Gedo Mazo was imprisoned.

The cave was deep and damp, its walls covered with ancient runes that emitted a dark red glow, making the entire cave appear like a hellish inferno. In the very center of the cave, a colossal golem was sealed by countless chains. The golem was over a hundred feet tall, its entire body dark gray, its surface covered with cracks, like a demon crawling out of the abyss.

Obito held in his hand a Rinnegan he had just taken.

The eyeball hovered above his palm, its iris covered with fine lines that emitted a faint purple glow. A low laugh came from beneath his mask, a laugh filled with a long-suppressed fervor.

Nagato was ambushed and lost his right eye, then fled in a sorry state.

To Obito's dismay, Nagato risked his life to save his left eye and led the remnants of Akatsuki into Konoha's territory.

"You're lucky you ran fast."

Obito murmured softly, his fingers tightening slightly.

But his dissatisfaction didn't last long. The moment the Rinnegan fell into his palm, the seal on the Gedo Mazo began to falter.

A muffled rumble echoed through the cave.

The chains binding the golem snapped one by one, making a piercing metallic cracking sound. The colossal golem, like a demon rising from the abyss, slowly opened its ten empty eyes.

With each eye that opened, a deep roar echoed through the cave. The instant all ten eyes opened, the entire cave trembled violently, rubble rained down from the ceiling, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ground.

An immense, suffocating surge of chakra erupted from the golem's body, sweeping across the entire cave like a tidal wave.

"Just one step away."

Obito gazed at the colossal golem, his voice low and devout, as if praying to a god. A near-mad light burned in his single eye.

"Once I gather enough sacrifices, I can activate the Eye of the Moon. At that time, the entire world will slumber in my dream—no one will suffer anymore, no one will betray me again."

His voice echoed through the cave, mingling with the roars of the golems, like a final lament for the end of the world.

-

And the direction of Konoha.

A group of figures in dawn robes, guided by several secret agents, passed through the village entrance.

Nagato walked at the very front.

A white bandage was wrapped around his right eye, from which dark red blood seeped faintly. Yet his posture was more upright than ever, his back ramrod straight, like an unyielding steel spear. The Rinnegan in his left eye glowed eerily in the darkness, its lines deeper than before, as if, after losing his right eye, the power of his left eye had been somehow concentrated and sublimated.

Xiao Nan walked silently beside him.

Her paper wings folded behind her back, like two quiet feathers. Her gaze was calm yet alert, occasionally scanning her surroundings to assess her environment. She held several paper talismans in her hand, ready to respond to any unexpected situations.

The surrender of the remaining Akatsuki members further strengthened Konoha's power.

When the guards at the village entrance saw Nagato, a hint of awe flashed in their eyes. They then bowed respectfully and led the group into the village.

Behind them, in front of the Hokage Building's window, a figure stood quietly, gazing at the distant horizon.

-

Uchiha Yao has returned from the moon.

He stood on a hill outside Konoha Village, his clothes fluttering in the wind. The afterglow of the setting sun bathed him, gilding his tall figure with a golden edge.

Behind him, two Hinatas followed side by side, like twin moon shadows. One wore the traditional clothing of the Hyuga main family, and the other wore a lighter combat uniform, but their appearance, temperament, and even their standing posture were exactly the same, like reflections in a mirror.

Beside him, a graceful figure with long silver hair gently linked her arm with his in an almost dependent manner.

Kaguya tilted her head slightly, her white eyes reflecting a patch of human lights she had never truly seen before.

The lights of Konoha Village stretched out at the foot of the mountain, like stars fallen to earth. The sounds of the streets, the ninjas' drills, and the distant bugle calls mingled together, creating a vibrant and warm atmosphere she had never experienced before.

A hint of confusion flashed in her eyes, quickly replaced by curiosity. Her fingers tightened slightly, and she held onto Uchiha Yao's arm even tighter, as if afraid of being swallowed up by this unfamiliar world.

……

Thunderclouds churned above Kumogakure, thick bolts of lightning occasionally tearing through the sky, illuminating the entire valley in a fleeting, ghastly white light. The Fourth Raikage, A, stood in his office perched precariously on the cliff face, his back to the door, arms crossed, like a caged beast. He didn't turn around, his voice low and menacing, like thunder rumbling from the depths of the earth: "You finally came."

Obito's figure silently appeared from the spatial vortex, standing at the entrance. His severed arm was reattached with a black ninja tool, the light of his right Rinnegan was subdued, and his left eye, where the Sharingan had once been, was now just an empty hole. He was even more chilling than when he last appeared in the Land of Iron, his entire being like a broken and rejoined sword, its edge still sharp, yet bearing faint cracks.

"Lord Raikage doesn't seem surprised." Obito's tone carried a hint of a polite smile.

"You've caused such a commotion, if I were to pretend I didn't hear it, the Raikage should step down." A slowly turned around, his eyes, red with rage, fixed on Obito, his voice booming like thunder, "Speak. What exactly do you want from me?"

"What I want is simple." Obito stepped into the room and stood opposite A, his half-disfigured face appearing and disappearing in the lamplight. "Unite."

A remained silent, but his eyes, like branding irons, swept across Obito's face as he spoke, each word distinct: "You killed Killer Bee. And you want me to join forces with you?"

"Regarding Killer Bee, I can express my regret." Obito's tone was completely flat, as if he were merely discussing a trivial transaction. "Lord Raikage, the current situation is far more serious than hatred. Uchiha Yo of Konoha has already gathered most of the power of the Five Great Nations, Onoki has handed Iwagakure over to his granddaughter Kurotsuchi, Mei Terumi of Kirigakure has sided with Konoha, and Sunagakure has been controlled by that woman, Pakura. Do you think Kumogakure alone can stop that fully-grown monster from Konoha?"

Ai's fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked, but he didn't argue.

"Now, only Kumogakure is still observing the situation. But how long can you observe?" Obito continued, his voice not loud, but like nails, it pierced A's heart one by one. "As soon as Konoha has the time, Kumogakure will be the next to be recruited. At that time, the Raikage will not have the energy to sit in this position and think about the survival of Kumogakure."

"You want me to risk the life of Yunyin as cannon fodder for you?" Ai whispered.

"I want to give you a way out," Obito said calmly. "You and I both know that Kumogakure cannot confront Konoha head-on. But if I stand in front of you, and Konoha focuses their attention on me, Kumogakure can find a way to survive. When Konoha and I are both exhausted, the Raikage might have a chance to reap the benefits."

Ai remained silent for a long time.

Another flash of lightning outside the window illuminated the deep lines on the Raikage's face and his clenched teeth. He walked to the window, looking down at the sparsely lit village below, at the Cloud Village people who looked up to him and used him as their shield. After a moment, he uttered a low voice: "You're right. Cloud Village truly has no other choice."

He turned around, his gaze as still as a stagnant pool: "I'll cooperate with you. But remember this—if I find out you're using Cloud Village as a consumable, I'd rather expend the entire village's strength to tear you to pieces first."

Obito's lips curled slightly: "Rest assured, Raikage-sama. All I need is time. As long as I hold off Konoha's main force, everything else will fall into place. The 100,000 White Zetsu are ready to go, and all the scrolls and materials for the Impure World Reincarnation left by Danzo are in my hands. Orochimaru will never be able to summon those dead before me again."

"The power of those dead..." Ai's eyes flickered.

"Enough to show Konoha what a real war is." Obito's voice was like an undercurrent beneath the ice. "As long as I hold out until the Eye of the Moon is activated, this ninja world will be reborn in my dream."

Meanwhile, in Iwagakure (Hidden Stone Village), in the Tsuchikage's office.

Onoki sat in the old chair he'd sat in for half a century, squinting at Kurotsuchi standing in the room. She had changed into the Iwagakure ninja uniform, a scroll symbolizing her successor as Tsuchikage hanging from her waist, and she exuded a composure completely different from before. Between her brows was an aura that had inherited her grandfather's angular features, yet had been honed even more sharply by that man's side.

"Alright." Onoki nodded slowly, a rare hint of relief in his voice. "It's good that you're back. I can rest assured that Iwagakure is in your hands now."