Naruto: Starting from the Reincarnation of the Otsutsuki

"So little energy?"

Inside the cave, Hinata Seiran frowned slightly.

The puppet has indeed been successfully activated.

However, the feeling it gave him was completely different from the feeling he had experienced on the moon.

Logically speaking, the reaction shouldn't be limited to this level.

With a slight thought, he focused all his attention on the puppet.

It's a very strange feeling.

It was as if a part of my consciousness had been separated and directly transferred into another body.

If I had to describe it, it would be more like controlling a second body that is completely synchronized with myself.

As his attention was completely focused on the puppet, the puppet's movements became much more agile, and its previously somewhat clumsy operation quickly became smooth.

"hiss.."

Without warning, a sharp pain suddenly exploded from the depths of my eyes!

Hinata Seiran's expression changed drastically. He instinctively raised his hand to cover his eyes and gasped.

Cold sweat soaked through my back almost instantly.

The stinging pain came so suddenly, as if some force was forcibly pouring into his eyes through some unseen connection.

"This feeling..."

He endured the excruciating pain, barely maintaining control over the puppet, and used the puppet's perspective to look back at himself.

Deep within the pristine white of the eyes, tiny veins emerge, attempting to rewrite it from an even deeper level.

That boundless expanse of pure white was even subtly transforming into a certain deep blue hue.

"I see..."

"Was it through the connection between the puppet and the Tenseigan that the power was transferred to me?"

If we consider this puppet as a vehicle, then the power transmitted from the giant Reincarnation Eye on the moon is the fuel.

The Otsutsuki chakra within him was like a key to activate it.

It was because of the existence of this puppet that he was able to establish a very weak but real connection with the giant Tenseigan on the moon.

The resonance of that moment just now allowed that power to forcefully surge into his eyes through the connection.

The Hyuga clan has increased their Tsutsukiya chakra, and the conditions for obtaining the Tenseigan have been met.

But the pain comes on quickly and goes away quickly.

Before long, the stinging pain that felt like it was tearing my eyeballs apart subsided like the tide.

Hinata Seiran blinked slightly, looking somewhat dazed.

That sign of impending transformation vanished completely as the power ceased.

"Is my eye roll... not pure enough?"

He muttered to himself.

He then tried to control the puppet again, hoping to rekindle the connection.

No matter how hard he tried, he could never recapture that feeling from before.

It's like a highway that's briefly open, only to be completely shut down after one transport mission.

"As expected, the problem still lies in the eye rolls..."

"But now that the key has been unlocked, the rest is not difficult."

Hinata Seiran slowly stood up, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his temples, and looked at the puppet standing quietly in front of him with a complicated and somewhat nostalgic gaze.

"Let's call her Qing."

Hinata Seiran raised his hand and gently stroked that familiar face that made him feel dazed.

"Death is not the end of life; being forgotten is..."

The voice was very soft, like a whisper to a puppet, or like saying goodbye to one's past self.

After a moment of silence, he withdrew his hand.

"But for now, let's stay here..."

He took one last look at Qing, with whom he had reconnected, and slowly closed the stone wall, sealing everything inside the cave.

Outside the cave, the sky remained clear and blue.

The wind was gentle, and the light was bright.

From the largest house in the center of the village, faint whispers and barely suppressed excitement could still be heard.

Hinata Seiran looked up and glanced in that direction.

The discomfort he had felt earlier had long since faded.

He remained silent for a moment, but ultimately did not think about it any further.

It's time to go back.

-

"Three days...aren't we going to give them anything to eat?"

"It's been a whole day."

Inside a luxury hotel room, Akimichi Choman sat cross-legged on the floor, holding a large bag of potato chips and munching away.

As he ate, he looked up and gazed at the iron cage at the deepest part of the room.

On the left side of the cage was the mentally challenged and dazed Demayi, while on the right side was Shaziyi, who was bound tightly.

"Timon, are you alright?"

Three days later, Shan Zhong glanced back at him, his face full of disbelief.

He pointed at Shazi: "That woman stabbed you several times. You don't hate her, and now you're actually pitying her?"

"I don't really feel anything."

Ding Man shook his head and continued crunching on his potato chips, his tone unusually serious.

"I just think we should perhaps treat prisoners a little better."

"Look at that black man... you've turned him into an idiot."

"..."

After three days in the mountains, his smile froze, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

What do you mean he turned someone into an idiot?

It's obvious that the opponent's mental fortitude is too weak; they couldn't even withstand his secret technique!

"Ahem, enough of that, Timon, keep a close eye on this woman." He regained his composure and lowered his voice: "According to Dekayi's memories, she's a squad leader, so she must know a lot of information."

"Lu Yan will return to the capital with His Highness. Then we'll go with Captain Qinglan to escort her back to the interrogation department..."

At this point, Yamanaka Santen's lips gradually parted into a wide grin, revealing a classic villainous chuckle.

"Hehehe..."

A moment later, he regained his composure, humming an off-key tune as he left the room, leaving Dingman alone to continue guarding the room.

Dingman lowered his head, grabbed another handful of potato chips and stuffed them into his mouth, but his gaze unconsciously drifted toward Shaziyi.

At this moment, Shaziyi was completely heartbroken.

The mission failed, intelligence was leaked, and one of the comrades became mentally impaired and the other died.

And she, a dignified Jonin of Kumogakure, was actually captured alive by Konoha's Ino-Shika-Cho squad and tied up here like cargo, unable to even resist.

If she could, she would rather die right now.

Unfortunately, this is just wishful thinking.

Sachiyi shifted her body slightly, trying to make her current uncomfortable position a little more comfortable.

Just then, she suddenly noticed a gaze falling on her.

Looking up, I saw that Akimichi Choman was chewing while staring intently at the curves of her body outlined by the ropes.

Shazi: "..."

That fatso...

Could it be... that he had some wicked thoughts?

Her expression changed several times.

If so...

There might still be a glimmer of hope.

She wasn't incapable of using her beauty to seduce others.

Although the person in question is fat, and ridiculously so, there's not much else to complain about now.

Thinking of this, Shazi gritted her teeth, suppressed her shame, and quickly devised a battle plan in her mind.

The next second, she slightly raised her chin, her eyes softening.

Those already alluring eyes curved slightly as they cast a look at Akimichi Choman that was a mixture of charm, vulnerability, and a hint of coy reluctance.

Even if a normal man didn't get infected, he would still be stunned for a moment.

As it turned out, Timon was indeed taken aback for a moment.

Choman Akimichi blinked and stopped eating potato chips.

"Do you want to talk?"

Shazi nodded quickly.

"Do you want something to eat?"

Sachi hesitated for a moment, then nodded vigorously again.

"No."

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