Naruto: Starting from the Reincarnation of the Otsutsuki

"Captain, weren't you supposed to be on the battlefield a while ago? Why are you only arriving now?"

Genma Shiranui wiped the dirt off his face. Due to the long battle, the senbon he was holding in his mouth was already stained with blood.

"Bang!"

Hinata Seiran dodged a huge boulder flying from behind, and replied without turning his head, "Sorry, I received a secret order to go and get reinforcements."

Reinforcements?!

Are there more experts?

The younger generation of Konoha ninjas exchanged bewildered glances. In their eyes, Orochimaru's arrival with the Sand Village's divine soldiers and the reunion of the Sannin were already the greatest support they could receive.

Could it be that Lord Orochimaru's schemes don't end there?

besides...

"Look, they've arrived."

Hinata Seiran looked up into the far distance, his gaze passing through the rear of the Iwagakure base.

At the horizon, a dark mass of people, like a cloud flying close to the ground, stained the yellowish-brown wasteland with a deathly gray.

At the very front of that silently marching army, a colossal object was shaking the earth at an extremely rapid pace.

And on the top of this monster, a man stood silently.

The gas mask covered most of his face, leaving only his cold, icy, and menacing eyes visible.

"Highly Poisonous Weapon" - Hanzo the Salamander.

Arrived at the battlefield.

"Ibushi, clear the place."

The giant salamander roared, its massive body trembling violently. Then it suddenly opened its blood-red maw, its dark purple interior seemingly leading to hell.

Immediately afterwards, a dense, almost tangible, purple poisonous mist erupted.

The Iwagakure ninjas who faced the dazzling yet deadly poisonous mist head-on had almost no time to react. Their faces turned red, their skin turned purplish-red, and they eventually collapsed to the ground in despair.

In the blink of an eye, the once rock-solid rear defense line was transformed into a silent purple inferno.

"Hanzo... what's he doing here?!"

The astonishment of Onoki in the sky was palpable.

As he waved his hand and threw down the earth-escape boulder, he frantically dodged Rasa's ever-present gold dust, his old face filled with shock and horror.

He can endure the attack from Sunagakure.

The three legendary Sannin have reunited; he can withstand it. After all, the core strength of Iwagakure is still intact, and the Jinchuriki are still alive.

But the nature of Hanzo's appearance is completely different.

This man, who single-handedly instigated World War II and was hailed as a "highly poisonous weapon," actually led the entire main force of Amegakure and openly sided with Konoha.

Onoki's gaze swept across the battlefield, and an unprecedented sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

Hiruzen Sarutobi, Rasa, Hanzo the Salamander...

Three films...

不 ...

In addition, there are the "Three Legendary Sannin of Konoha," who are renowned throughout the ninja world and comparable to the Kage.

There's also the Yellow Flash, who, according to intelligence, exhausted his chakra and has been sent back to the village.

Even the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki of Konoha hasn't been mobilized yet.

Meanwhile, his two jinchūriki were being held back by Orochimaru and Jiraiya, and were too busy to help themselves.

"Konoha... is it really impossible to exterminate them all?"

Onoki muttered to himself, his voice shattered by the raging wind.

Objectively speaking, the core strength of Iwagakure is no less than that of Konoha, and at this moment, Iwagakure even has more Jonin than Konoha.

The problem is that Konoha has never lacked people who can change the course of a battle at crucial moments.

Jonin, genius, monster—no matter what words you use to define them, they always appear in Konoha.

In every war, in every crisis, there are always a few names that emerge from Konoha's ranks and rewrite everything.

Even the reinforcements were included.

That guy, Hanzo the Salamander...

What methods did Konoha use to make him willingly become a "mercenary" himself?

"withdraw..."

These two words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

The order was quickly relayed throughout the entire army via the perception squad.

Some were resentful, some were relieved, and some were angry. But no one refuted them.

Continuing the fight will only lead to greater costs.

"However... even if I leave, I won't let Konoha have it easy!"

Changing the subject abruptly, Onoki's eyes widened, and a dazzling white light suddenly burst forth from his palm. He attempted to unleash an unprecedented Dust Release attack on the most concentrated group of young Konoha ninjas before leaving.

However, just as the white light was about to take shape, several terrifying auras simultaneously locked onto the short figure high in the sky.

Hiruzen Sarutobi, Orochimaru, Rasa, Tsunade, and a disheveled Jiraiya.

Hanzo, a salamander from a more distant place.

Even an unknown Hyuga kid noticed it.

"..."

Onoki's fingers froze in mid-air.

In the end, he smiled helplessly and aimed his final blow at the purple poisonous mist that swirled behind him.

boom!

Dust escape technique cleaved through the poison array, forcibly creating a path to survival.

The two Jinchuriki worked in perfect unison, taking turns providing cover and blocking Orochimaru and Jiraiya's pursuit, maintaining their final formation as they slowly retreated.

Seeing that Onoki was beginning to withdraw his troops, Hanzo of the Salamander also raised his hand at the right time to stop the Amegakure forces from advancing further.

For him, this attack was merely a demonstration of force to Konoha and a means to gain benefits; he was absolutely unwilling to let his elite troops be lost at this time.

Rasa did the same; he retrieved the scattered gold dust and quietly returned to the Sand Village's base.

Dusk finally sank completely below the horizon.

The battlefield was filled with cries of agony; shattered ninja tools and scattered corpses told the story of the carnage that had just taken place.

Most of those left behind on the retreat route of Iwagakure were genin and chunin.

They were basically cannon fodder sent by Onoki to maintain the village's high-end combat power.

"The meaning of life... seems so meaningless at this moment."

Orochimaru stood atop Manda's enormous head, looking down at the layers upon layers of corpses and seas of blood below, his tone as cold as ice.

Behind him, countless Konoha ninjas who had escaped death were watching him with eyes that looked almost like they were worshipping a god.

That figure with flowing black hair, leading reinforcements to turn the tide of battle.

At that moment, he became the only savior in Konoha's heart.

"..."

Orochimaru enjoyed the intense gazes. His narrow eyes first looked at Hyuga Seiran, who was guarding Hyuga Yumi, and finally settled on Sarutobi Hiruzen, whose expression was complicated.

"Teacher, taking advantage of their weakened morale, I've decided to lead the team in another pursuit..."

Orochimaru licked his lips, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "We'll make sure Iwagakure remembers forever that Konoha isn't a pushover..."

The moment the words fell, before Hiruzen Sarutobi could even react, the shouts of the Konoha ninja erupted like a tsunami.

The pent-up frustration, pain, and intense resentment accumulated over the past few days on the battlefield of Iwagakure were quickly twisted into a fanatical desire for "revenge" under Orochimaru's gentle instigation.

"That's right! Lord Orochimaru is correct!"

"Konoha's dignity must not be trampled upon!"

"Let those country bumpkins hiding in the rocks witness the will of Konoha!"

The roar of the crowd rose higher and higher, shaking the mountains and forests.

Orochimaru, however, remained unmoved at the center of the storm.

His narrow eyes gleamed with an ambiguous light as he quietly awaited his beloved teacher's instructions.

Hiruzen Sarutobi looked around, his heart sinking.

The Konoha ninjas that came into view mostly looked tired, but even more so, they were excited.

"..."

Finally, his gaze swept over the younger generation who had survived the ordeal.

Although they remained silent, their resolute gazes, hardened by the ravages of war, sent a chill down the spine of the "ninja professor."

"But the village's ninjas are already..."

Hiruzen Sarutobi's throat moved, and he bitterly wanted to stop.

The large-scale battle had already exhausted everyone. If they were to pursue and kill them now, it would likely drive Onoki completely insane, ultimately leading to their mutual destruction.

Moreover, although Sunagakure and Amegakure are currently allied forces, they might take advantage of the situation to launch an attack.

"Teacher, as long as you give the order, I will take care of the rest of the variables."

Orochimaru spoke softly, his tone full of respect.

"Give the order, Hokage-sama!"

"With Lord Orochimaru leading the way, Iwagakure has absolutely no chance of fighting back!"

"Third Hokage, we Uchiha will surely inflict a crushing defeat on Iwagakure!"

Hearing the thunderous calls for battle, Hiruzen Sarutobi's heart pounded wildly.

He clearly realized that Orochimaru's prestige had reached its peak at this moment amidst the raging sea of ​​blood.

If we forcibly stop it, the newly formed unity of hearts and minds will likely crumble.

"Then... go then." Hiruzen Sarutobi finally sighed.

He compromised.

"However, the village's wounded..."

"Of course I understand... but these things can be handled by my good friends, Jiraiya and Tsunade..."

"Lord Rasa and Lord Hanzo, please allow us to receive you, teacher."

Orochimaru stuck out his long tongue with great interest, his last gaze falling on Hyuga Aoran, who was quietly waiting beside the Hyuga main family.

That gaze was very clear.

Qinglan-jun, would you like to come along?

Hinata Seiran shook her head almost imperceptibly, indicating that she would not go.

Orochimaru was somewhat disappointed, but he didn't say much. He led his personal troops and disappeared into the night.

"Hyuga Seiran, why did Orochimaru-sama glance in our direction just now?"

Only after the suffocating sense of oppression completely disappeared, and her body covered in tiny bloodstains, did Hyuga Yumi speak with lingering fear.

"Is it because of the Hyuga clan's achievements that he has finally recognized them?"

Her tone contained both the excitement of having accomplished something and the lingering fear of surviving a close call.

She secretly followed Hyuga Tokuma's squad to the front lines without telling her family, wanting to prove on the battlefield that she was not just a decorative figurehead from the main family who could only be protected.

Even though the senior members of the main family were furious and tried their best to stop her after learning the news, by the time she actually stepped onto the battlefield, everything was already set in stone.

Her family was forced to protect her.

Ultimately, the reason she's still alive isn't because of her noble status as a member of the main family, but because enough members of the branch families have died for her.

"..."

Hyuga Seiran didn't respond, but silently counted the number of people within the Hyuga clan's territory.

Looking around, apart from Hyuga Yumi's main family, the rest are all branch family ninjas.

However, several of the people he knew well, such as Hyuga Gakuto, Itsudan, and Hayato, who had guarded the gate with him, were nowhere to be seen.

He's probably already dead...

If Orochimaru were to truly remember anyone, it would probably be the main branch ninjas who didn't come...

But what does this have to do with Hinata Aoran?

"Perhaps, maybe he was just watching the sunset."

Hinata Seiran said it lightly, without much emotion.

"you..."

Hyuga Yumi raised her eyebrows, instinctively wanting to use the authority of the main family to reprimand this branch family member for his rudeness, but when her gaze fell upon the mutilated corpses around her, that arrogant spirit instantly withered away.

The bloody battles of the past few days made her realize that without the desperate rescue of the branch family, she, as a so-called member of the main family, was nothing more than a small boat in a vast ocean, which could be smashed at any moment.

Hinata Seiran, the branch family genius who performed so perfectly on the battlefield, was now her only support.

She silently shut her mouth, a complex look flashing in her eyes.

"......"

Hinata Seiran naturally sensed the change in the other party's attitude, but he didn't care at all.

To be more precise, it has nothing to do with him, the "shadow clone" who stayed behind.

He looked up at the direction where Yan Yin had retreated in the distance, and a trace of thought, imperceptible to others, flickered in his deep white eyes.

"I wonder if things are going smoothly on the main side...?"

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Squeak... squeak...

The thick layer of snow made a dry, rattling sound as the boots were trodden on it.

In the vast snowfield, long, deep tracks meandered across the landscape. Hinata Seiran, dragging a huge black bag, strolled into this snowy place.

The biting wind whistled through his black robe.

As they raced from the Land of Rain to the Land of Iron, the weather turned drastically as they crossed the border.

The light drizzle turned into a pristine, heavy snowfall.

Moonlight shone through the clouds onto Hinata Seiran's fair face. He stopped and fixed his gaze on a hidden cave half-hidden by ice-covered trees.

Upon seeing that familiar silhouette, his brows finally relaxed.

"That door to the moon..."

Hinata Seiran stepped into the cave, purple chakra slowly gathering in his palm.

In an instant, brilliant light illuminated the craggy cave, making the hanging stalactites look like something out of a dream.

At the end of this narrow passage, a chilling wind carrying the aura of spatial and temporal fluctuations rushed towards him, but he did not stop and went straight to the edge of a deep pool at the innermost part.

The pool water was crystal clear, yet it shimmered with a faint, eerie light, as if it connected to an abyss in another dimension.

This is another passageway from Earth to the Moon.

It was initiated by his family at the suggestion of his previous incarnation.

But now, as time goes by, the energy in this deep pool is gradually decreasing.

"..."

Hinata Seiran stood gazing for a long time, his Byakugan reflected in the mirror, cold and profound.

In the end, he looked away and untied the black bag.

The four Iwagakure ninjas who were in a deep coma were placed in the center.

As he slowly formed hand seals, countless complex and incomprehensible spell patterns spread wildly from beneath his feet, like black roots piercing the earth, quickly connecting to the bodies of the four sacrifices.

Finally, Hinata Seiran looked into a hidden compartment in the side wall of the passageway, where a crystal box that had been sealed for many years stood quietly.

As chakra was injected, the lid slowly slid off, revealing four well-preserved, life-giving DNA tissues inside.

"Summoning Jutsu: Impure World Reincarnation!"

Dust and talismans, which had been summoned by spirits, flew everywhere and climbed wildly up the bodies of the four sacrifices along the connected spell.

Ultimately, they converged into those four DNA tissues.

"Well..."

The screams were trapped in their throats by the spell, and the faces of the four ninjas rapidly peeled away and reformed.

Instead, there were four silhouettes that Hyuga Seiran found extremely familiar.

Crystal-clear skin, with the distinctive pale horns on his forehead.

The Otsutsuki clan, now a relic of history...

As Hyuga Seiran looked at the four bodies gradually regaining their vitality, a genuine smile finally appeared in his eyes, and he murmured softly:

"It's been a long time, everyone."