Infinite: The Main God Space Starting from Naruto

Chapter 62 Illusion

Do you want to protect your family?

Madara's words struck Tanjiro's deepest desires like a heavy hammer blow to his heart.

As soon as Madara finished speaking, Tanjiro's eyes hardened instantly. He gripped the blueprints tightly and met Madara's gaze: "I...I want to protect my family!"

"Then, take a close look at that blueprint. It might be the key to making your wish come true."

Tanjiro lowered his head and focused intently on studying the contents of the blueprint. Time passed by, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

He tried to mobilize the energy in his body according to the instructions on the blueprint, but no matter how he tried, he could not feel any change.

Frustration and confusion welled up inside him. Tanjiro opened his eyes and looked up at Madara. "Mr. Madara, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Madara Uchiha was already standing in front of him, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes. He slowly placed his hand on Tanjiro's shoulder.

"Don't move," Madara whispered.

Tanjiro felt a warm energy emanating from Madara's palm, slowly flowing into his body. This energy, like a fine stream of water, coursed through his body.

Madara closed his eyes, carefully sensing the condition within Tanjiro's body. After a moment, he opened his eyes, his brows slightly furrowed.

The human anatomy in this world is vastly different from what he knows. Tanjiro's internal energy cannot be easily manipulated like chakra; his spiritual and physical energy seem unable to combine naturally.

Ban's voice was calm yet firm, "No, you can't cultivate this way."

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Tanjiro's head. His shoulders slumped slightly, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

His fingers unconsciously traced the complex blueprint, as if he was still trying to understand its contents.

However, this feeling lasted only a moment.

Tanjiro then took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked directly into Madara's eyes. His gaze was firm, and his voice, though soft, was full of power.

"Even so, I will do my best to protect my family," Tanjiro's voice was firm and powerful. "Even without special powers, I will use my own hands and everything I have to protect them!"

Madara Uchiha silently watched Tanjiro, pondering for a moment. A barely perceptible flicker crossed his eyes, as if he had made a decision.

Madara Uchiha slowly spoke, "Although you cannot cultivate, I can teach you other things."

Before Tanjiro could react, he saw three strange tomoe patterns suddenly appear in Madara's eyes. These patterns spun rapidly, as if trying to suck in one's soul.

Tanjiro's eyes widened as he tried to look away, only to find his body completely immobile. He felt a dizzying sensation as his consciousness began to fade.

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Tanjiro suddenly opened his eyes, his heart pounding. He gasped for breath, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

It was pitch black all around, with only the faint moonlight filtering in through the window outlining the room.

He quickly looked around and realized that he was lying in the guest room of Grandpa Sanlang's house in town.

Tanjiro slowly sat up, his hands unconsciously gripping the blankets tightly. He murmured, "Was that a dream?"

Tanjiro carefully recalled what had happened before: Madara, the note... but these memories became increasingly blurry, and it seemed he would soon forget them.

Suddenly, a strange sense of unease welled up inside Tanjiro, causing him to frown slightly. This feeling was both strange and familiar, as if he had lost something important.

He quietly put on his clothes, then left a note and walked toward the door, the wooden floor making a slight creaking sound.

Just as he was about to open the door, Grandpa Sanlang's hoarse voice suddenly rang out: "Kid, where are you going so late?"

Tanjiro turned around and looked towards the other end of the room in the dim moonlight. He hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Grandpa Saburo, I... I have a feeling something's happened at home, I have to go back and check."

Grandpa Saburo's voice turned serious: "Nonsense! It's dangerous on the mountain at night, and there might be ghosts around."

Tanjiro was stunned by these words. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to start. At this moment, the inexplicable sense of urgency in his heart grew stronger.

He was about to speak when Grandpa Sanlang's voice broke the silence first.

"You silly child, since you insist on leaving, this old man will accompany you for a while. I know the mountain paths well and can help you avoid some dangers."

……

In the end, Tanjiro couldn't persuade Saburo to stay, and the two walked home together.

Tanjiro's unease grew with each passing moment as he got closer to home. He quickened his pace every now and then, and his grandfather Saburo silently followed.

Just as he was some distance from home, a gentle breeze swept by, and Tanjiro suddenly stopped. His body tensed instantly, and the expression on his face changed from anxiety to shock.

"What's wrong, kid?" Grandpa Saburo noticed Tanjiro's unusual behavior and asked.

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Tanjiro didn't answer. His nose twitched slightly, and his brows furrowed. A strong smell of blood filled his nostrils, making his heart clench.

"Blood tastes like blood," Tanjiro muttered to himself, his voice filled with barely concealed fear.

Before Grandpa Saburo could react, Tanjiro had already taken off running towards home.

"Hey! Kid! Don't run around!" Grandpa Saburo shouted from behind, but Tanjiro was too preoccupied to respond.

The stench of blood grew stronger, and Tanjiro's heart pounded faster. Fear surged through him like a tidal wave, but he dared not stop.

His heart pounded, and all he could hear was the sound of his blood rushing to his ears. Tanjiro prayed silently, "It'll be alright, it'll be alright."

Tanjiro rushed to his front door and flung it open. In that instant, his world seemed to freeze.

In the living room, Mother Kuizhi lay in a pool of blood, tightly holding her youngest brother in her arms. Her eyes were slightly open, as if she was still trying to protect her child.

There was a huge wound on the mother's back, as if it had been pierced by some sharp object. Blood spread from beneath her, staining a large area of ​​the floor red.

Tanjiro's trembling gaze swept across the room, landing on the figures of his other family members. They lay in different places, as if trying to escape even in their final moments.

"No, it's impossible." Tanjiro muttered to himself, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

Tanjiro suddenly embraced the bodies of his mother and younger brother, burying his face in his mother's shoulder. His body trembled violently, and a heart-wrenching cry escaped his throat.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Tears welled up uncontrollably in Tanjiro's eyes, rolling down his cheeks and landing on his mother's already cold body.

(End of this chapter)