Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

Sasuke's gaze followed the demonic hand and finally settled on the demonic mask floating in mid-air.

is it.

The Vastod-class Hollow who was enslaved by the Uzumaki clan and known as the "Grim Reaper".

Chapter 162 The All-Knowing People (It's the end of the month, anyone want to clear out their monthly tickets? (???))

Sasuke let out a low shout and suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen.

A concentrated power erupted from the point where the two swords clashed.

The enormous, semi-transparent phantom of "Death" was actually forced back by this force, and cracks began to appear on the ghostly hand that held the short sword.

They didn't give the other party a chance to breathe.

Sasuke's twin swords transformed into two deadly streaks of light, instantly enveloping the massive phantom.

In the blink of an eye, the "Grim Reaper" that was still exuding a terrifying aura was cut to pieces by Sasuke.

Finally, the phantom collapsed with a hiss, turning into countless points of dark blue light that all rolled back and disappeared back into the body of the masked ninja in front.

Inside the Namen Hall, deathly silence returned once more.

Sasuke sheathed his twin swords and walked step by step toward the figure who was still kneeling and wearing a mask.

Then he reached out and removed the hideous, pale, bony mask from the face of the Iwa ninja.

The mask felt cold to the touch and still carried a faint, unsettling scent.

The "sacrifice," having lost its mask, shuddered violently, then collapsed to the ground like a puppet that had lost all support, losing consciousness.

Sasuke glanced at the hideous, gaping wound in his abdomen, then sensed the weak but still relatively stable soul fluctuations within him, and his eyes flickered.

Are you still alive?

Sasuke abruptly turned his head away from the sacrifice, intending to hand the item over to Yoruichi.

However, there was no one behind him, not the familiar purple figure.

"..."

Sasuke was stunned.

He looked around blankly, then belatedly remembered something else.

The experiment was conducted inside his body.

So he was the only one who came back.

This realization made Sasuke breathe a long sigh of relief.

fine......

Yoruichi, who was outside the lab, couldn't come over.

Sasuke's lips curled into a slight smile.

For some reason, the thought that Kisuke Urahara might have come into this world with him made him feel a deep sense of unease.

"Sasuke-kun..."

A hoarse voice pulled him back from that brief moment of thought.

Orochimaru had somehow appeared beside him. "What are you standing there thinking about?"

Sasuke ignored him and simply stuffed the mask in his hand into his pocket.

"Impure World Reincarnation." Sasuke's voice was calm.

He had many questions, such as why the Second Hokage established a police force and why he pushed the Uchiha clan to the margins of the village.

What did ninjas, villages, and clans mean to the First Hokage who founded the village?

"Hehe...of course."

Orochimaru licked his lips and nodded slightly to Kabuto Yakushi behind him.

Dou understood and immediately dragged the four bodies that were to be sacrificed forward and placed them together.

Orochimaru bit his finger and used his hand to draw a formation on the ground.

Then, he slowly clasped his hands together in front of his chest.

"—Impure World Reincarnation!"

With his final low shout, the array on the ground suddenly shone brightly.

The entire Namian Hall trembled violently under this force, and countless dust and scraps of paper rose from the four sacrificial bodies, swirling wildly in the center of the magic circle.

In that gray and white chaos, four blurry figures were being outlined little by little by the dust.

The first thing to materialize was a figure clad in dark red, layered armor.

The ancient Warring States period armor bore the crest of the Senju clan.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her back, and even though she was deceased, she exuded a powerful aura of vitality.

He was the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju.

Then came the second figure.

It was a dark blue suit of armor, except that it had a snow-white fur collar around the shoulders.

Beneath his short, silver-white hair was a face with hard, cold lines; his eyes were closed, exuding an aura of authority and ruthlessness.

The third figure, however, appeared somewhat different.

He wasn't wearing armor, but a black, tight-fitting combat suit, the same one Hiruzen Sarutobi wore before he died in battle.

In the end, what emerged was a tall and upright figure.

He wore a pure white divine robe, and his golden hair shone brightly...

The dust settled slowly.

The four figures stood quietly in the center of the magic circle.

Since the founding of Konoha Village, four Kage, who have been unparalleled in the ninja world, have crossed the boundary between life and death at this moment, standing side by side in an unclean manner.

Their eyelids trembled slightly, and then they slowly opened their empty eyes.

Fine cracks began to creep onto their faces.

"Sasuke?"

A gentle voice rang out first.

Looking at the black figure that was much taller than he remembered, Minato Namikaze smiled with a hint of relief. "It's been a long time."

"Hmm." Sasuke nodded slightly.

But his expression remained unchanged. Unlike the Minato he had seen in the Tailed Beast Sealing Space inside Naruto, the Minato before him possessed a far more powerful aura and a massive amount of chakra, giving him the feeling that...

Nine tails!

Beside Minato, Tobirama Senju's face darkened. He stretched his stiff neck and gave a disgruntled snort.

"Was it that brat Orochimaru's doing again?"

"What exactly happened?" Hashirama Senju looked around curiously.

Hiruzen Sarutobi's gaze was much more complex. He looked at Orochimaru, then at Sasuke, sighed, and gave his answer before Minato.

"The technique that sealed us away with the corpse demons has probably been broken, and then he summoned us out again using the Impure World Reincarnation."

"I never expected that the sealing technique would be broken." A look of shock flashed in Minato's eyes.

Of all those present, probably no one understood the horror of that technique better than him, which is why he felt a tremor from the bottom of his heart.

"Don't underestimate me, Minato." Orochimaru chuckled hoarsely, his face full of pleasure.

"First Hokage," Minato ignored him and instead addressed Hashirama respectfully, "it seems we have been summoned back to this world."

"Oh?" Hashirama Senju turned to the side and asked curiously, "And who are you?"

Minato turned around and showed him the writing on the back of the sacred robe.

"I am the Fourth Hokage."

"Ah! He's already the fourth generation!"

Upon hearing this, Hashirama's face instantly broke into a bright smile, and he let out a hearty laugh. "Excellent! It seems that the village will remain peaceful for a long time after I've taken over!"

Upon hearing this, Minato's expression became somewhat awkward, and he scratched his cheek: "Um... actually, I'm not quite sure whether things are stable or not."

"After all, I died before the Third Hokage and was sealed away."

"Hmm? Is that so?" Hashirama's laughter faltered. "Is it because of something else?"

"Yes, it's something else." Minato smiled awkwardly, not revealing his true experience of being sealed away.

Hashirama clearly didn't intend to delve deeper. He walked up to Minato, spread his hands, and asked curiously, "And after you? Who was the Fifth Hokage? He must have been quite a remarkable guy too?"

Just then, Kakashi Hatake, who had been standing silently behind Sasuke, finally stepped forward.

"...It's me."

Kakashi walked up to the Hokage and bowed slightly to the First Hokage.

"I am the Fifth Hokage, Kakashi Hatake."

Hiruzen Sarutobi looked at Kakashi's tired and heavy eyes, his eyes trembled slightly, and he felt a mix of emotions.

"Oh! So you've become Hokage, Kakashi!" Minato's voice was filled with surprise and satisfaction. "Well done!"

But this praise was like a needle, piercing Kakashi's heart.

He looked up at his teacher's gentle, smiling face, which was just as it had been all those years ago, and his lips moved slightly.

"I'm sorry, Minato-sensei."

Minato's smile froze, and he looked at his student with some confusion.

He subconsciously looked around, and the familiar totems on the wall made him suddenly realize something.

"Is this the Uzumaki Shrine in Konoha?"