Immortality begins with the ninjas of Konoha

"As long as the Pure Land still exists, I will always be able to return to this world. The aura of hell is my best reference point."

Kaguya, who hadn't yet mastered the relevant abilities, nodded thoughtfully, then let out a long breath. Noticing that Black Zetsu was still eavesdropping, she immediately glared at him:

"Your father left so that he could be with us forever! You must protect this family and prevent those ninjas from making a comeback."

"If there is any unusual activity, kill them immediately. This planet is our home, and no one can destroy it."

"I understand, Mother..."

Black Zetsu murmured somewhat aggrievedly, and when he saw Furukawa Osamu beckoning from the big bed, he immediately left the room silently.

Hearing his mother's soft moans, Black Zetsu stared at the sky with his round eyes, while the White Zetsu he was possessing chuckled and whispered:

"Isn't Lady Kaguya happy? As her son, you should be happy for your mother!"

Black Zetsu didn't respond, but its eyes widened even more, a look of sadness appearing in its empty gaze. Part of Furukawa Osamu's spirit still remained in this world; it had to continue being a dutiful son.

"Mother, this is not the world I want..."

-

At the end of October, with the help of Osamu Furukawa, the Shadow Rock was restored. Looking at the lifelike statue below, Tsunade, leaning on the railing, smiled brightly and softly thanked him:

"Shu, thank you! The statue is even better than before. Grandfather and Sarutobi-sensei will be very happy to see it!"

"Teacher, there's no need to be so polite. This is simply what I should do!"

Furukawa Osamu naturally put his arm around his teacher's soft waist. Tsunade subconsciously glanced around before snuggling into his arms, instinctively closing her eyes and tilting her head back slightly.

Tsunade hugged Furukawa Osamu until she was out of breath before ending the intimate contact. No matter how many years have passed, she would still feel a little embarrassed in this situation.

"It's good that there's no ninja world, but the reconstruction is slower, and there's always work to be done."

"After the village is built, how about taking me to the moon? I never imagined there was a passage leading there. The power of the Otsutsuki is truly incredible."

"How about the Moon Casino? I think it would be a huge hit. Young girls all dream of grand weddings, so we should make Karin and Temari's wishes come true."

"Mei Terumi has been busy for so long, and now that the reconstruction work is finished, let's just have a wedding together."

"Although Xiao Nan rarely makes requests, I know she cares about these things. It's the same for Jing Yin and Hong Dou, after all, it only happens once in a lifetime."

"They could also build a lunar hot spring; I heard there's an ocean there too, perfect for a vacation..."

Tsunade, held in her disciple's arms, kept whispering. The usually forthright Tsunade became somewhat hesitant when discussing marriage. Seeing Furukawa Osamu's smiling face, she barely regained her composure, then angrily pointed her finger twice:

"Remember everything I've said!"

"Everyone wants to be the protagonist. Since we've shared this love, we must take full responsibility!"

"Yes, teacher!"

Furukawa Osamu smiled and nodded in agreement, then hugged the voluptuous, soft body in his arms again, whispering in his ear:

"Don't worry, teacher, I will always be with you."

The little slug appeared on Furukawa Osamu's shoulder, waving its antennae in the morning sunlight, and said cheerfully in a soft, sweet voice:

"No problem, Lord Xiu will definitely reach that life-bearing planet safely!"

"Lady Tsunade, don't worry. The split spirit is still here and the main body can help. Lord Shu will be fine. We can live together forever!"

Tsunade didn't notice anything wrong. The live slug's main body had a special ability to split, which Furukawa Osamu had mastered, so she thought it was perfectly normal.

"Thank you, live slug!"

The little slug wriggled its body happily. The real body was the guarantee of Furukawa Shu's ability to split his spirit body; she was his true soulmate!

Furukawa Osamu put his arm around Tsunade and led her to the railing, where the two of them gazed at the village that had been turned into a construction site.

Thinking about her experiences over the years, Tsunade chuckled again. In the morning sunlight, her bright smile made Furukawa Osamu pause for a moment, and he also recalled the memory of when the two first met.

"Don't get lost and lose your way home. I can't be sure if a split spirit will affect fertility!"

"Thank you, Tsunade-sensei."

...

As sunlight streamed through the window and shone onto the bed in the bedroom, Naruto gradually woke up. Looking at the girl still fast asleep beside him, he tiptoed over and covered Hinata with a blanket.

Leaving the bedroom, humming an unknown tune, Naruto went to the study and scratched his head helplessly as he looked at the drafts he hadn't had time to tidy up last night.

While organizing his draft, Naruto suddenly sensed movement behind him. Hinata embraced him and softly asked:

"Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

"Hmm... I'd like to see what you've been writing these past few days, always so secretive!"

Hinata peeked out from beside Naruto with a smile. Seeing the girl's curious expression, Naruto scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, chuckled, and whispered:

"I wanted to continue writing the story of the eccentric old man, but as I wrote, it seemed like I was writing my own story!"

"Huh?! That's great! What name does Naruto plan to give this work?"

Hinata held the manuscript and read it while asking questions in a low voice. When the girl saw the description of the scenes of the two of them spending time together when they were young in the manuscript, her face immediately turned red.

Naruto was stunned for a moment until Hinata playfully waved the manuscript twice, which brought him back to his senses.

"Hmm, how about calling it Boruto?!"

"Haha, I just thought of it! We'll name our son Boruto!"

"The era of ninjas is over. This work is Boruto's gift!"

Hinata blushed even more, turned around and was hugged by Naruto, before she responded shyly:

"Hmm! Boruto Uzumaki, that's a very nice name!"

-

(Naruto arc concludes)

Author's Closing Remarks for Volume 1

I deleted it several times before finally deciding to stop rambling.

The plan was for 140 million words, and the initial estimate was 150 million. The missing content was the other characters.

The fun part of fan fiction is modifying the plot and characters, which is also the motivation for writing. However, I still have to compromise a bit, because if I don't write about the main character, my subscriptions will drop.

Most of the deleted content will be added back and moved directly to the side stories, including the changes in the ninja world, the future of young people, the love story of Kakashi and Obito, and the mini-dramas of the three sacred lands, etc.

I'll write some whenever I have time; they're all stories about other characters. I just don't feel comfortable not writing them.

The book's average daily subscription is currently 6400, but the number of subscriptions has dropped significantly, which is disheartening. However, upon closer reflection, it seems to be normal. Overall, the results are already excellent!

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The next volume has actually been mentioned several times in the main text: technology and biotechnology that surpasses the ninja world. Combined with the ninja background, it naturally leads to One Piece!

The protagonist doesn't need to level up but continues to "cultivate immortality," so the next volume will be about exploring the world and "planting trees." It's a kind of unconventional invincible novel. I've prepared a lot of material and I'll just enjoy writing it first!

Due to the timeline of the original work, the plot moves very quickly. As readers familiar with One Piece should know, it didn't take Luffy very long to go from setting sail to becoming one of the Four Emperors.

Although I haven't made any plans, the next volume will probably be around 70 words at most. I think that word count is just right for me to write comfortably without padding!

Regardless of the outcome, I will continue writing; this was my dream when I first started writing the book!

Thanks again to all the long-time readers who have made it this far. It feels amazing to have achieved my dream. Without your support, my writing style would probably have flopped long ago...

Although the first book after the transformation was still niche, it was exceptionally successful, and people continued to subscribe selectively afterward.

After that, I'll be updating regularly at midnight, 0 words a day. Readers, remember to go to bed early and wake up early!

Sea of ​​Freedom

Chapter 1 Only by mastering powerful domineering aura can one... (10,000-word chapter)

In 1528, the southeastern waters of the North Sea were once again hit by a storm.

The island of Mignon was mostly covered in snow, but this peaceful and serene island had experienced a nightmare three days ago.

A pirate crew suddenly arrived and used this place as a temporary base. Local merchants and residents were naturally looted, and the blood of the resisters was spilled all over the place. Only now has it finally quieted down.

In the Western-style domed building at the highest point of the island, the pirates who occupied the place had eliminated the original town administrators and, with a twisted sense of humor, renamed the town Ghost Town.

Outside the building, the pirates standing guard with their guns were cursing the terrible weather. Snowballs the size of a baby's fist kept falling from the sky, causing everyone to complain.

Unlike the unfortunate guards, the building was filled with the aroma of meat and wine. The core members of the pirate crew sat on the ground around their leader, their hearts burning with excitement at the thought of the upcoming "big deal."

"Dolly!!"

"Bring the wine!"

Diaz Barreus angrily called out to his son, and his subordinates, sensing their leader's anger, joined in the commotion, shouting and jeering, with no one caring about the fact that he was the young captain's son.

"...Coming right away..."

The young man with messy orange hair spoke timidly in a low voice. His white shirt was stained with blood, and his face had many scars. The "X"-shaped scar on his chin was particularly noticeable under the light.

The young man walked listlessly to another room. As he pushed open the door to leave, he saw his father, draped in a green cloak, raising a glass to drink and laughing heartily. His feelings grew increasingly complex.

Why did my father become a pirate?

Why did the once righteous navy turn into villains who plunder the lives of ordinary people?

He had asked his father more than once, but his father's only answers were fists and whips. The beatings he suffered as a child became a nightmare, which made him increasingly silent as he grew up.

Pirates all love to drink, but Dori hates it because her father becomes irritable when drunk, and he's always drunk when she gets beaten up.

Dolly hauled the barrel to the doorway, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then sneaked into a corner of the room to uncover the dry straw.

After faintly hearing breathing, Dolly secretly breathed a sigh of relief, reached up to wipe away imaginary sweat from her forehead, and muttered to herself:

"Please don't die!"

"You're the only one left in this town; this is my last chance for salvation..."

Twenty-year-old Dori didn't want to be a pirate. As a child, he regarded his father, a naval rear admiral, as a hero, and from that time on, he was determined to become a righteous naval officer.

Even though his father had fallen into piracy, Dori did not change his mind. After "cleaning up" the town, he discovered that the young man who had been dead had come back to life, so he secretly hid him in the treasure vault.

Dolly deduced that the black-haired youth who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old must be a family member of the town's administrators. Whenever he thought of this, he felt increasingly guilty, as his father had killed the whole family.

"Damn it, these gunshot wounds need surgery, right?!"

"Those scum! They agreed to give up the house and still opened fire..."

"Damn it! All pirates should die!"

Dolly muttered curses under her breath as she changed the young man's bandages. When she saw the purplish-black diamond-shaped mark on the young man's forehead again, Dolly paused, and subconsciously murmured:

"How can someone be so good-looking..."

If Dori hadn't been sure the other person was male, he would have almost thought he was in love. Pirates indulge in pleasure without any restraint, and even as an adult, Dori sometimes has impulsive moments.

"Damn it! Why isn't the wine here yet?!"

"Dolly! Do you want to die?!"

Dolly's father's furious scolding snapped him out of his daze. Looking at the faint bloodstains seeping from the dark-haired youth, he sighed sadly, then shouted back:

"Captain! The wine will be here soon..."

Dolly quickly hid the black-haired youth, then struggled to lift the wine barrel. He hadn't eaten all day because he had angered his father, and now he had to use all his strength to lift the barrel and hurry away.

Just as Dolly was leaving, the black-haired youth hidden in the straw twitched his fingers twice, then suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a crimson hue.

...

After greeting his son, Diaz Barrelus, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, chuckled softly, and his underlings around him raised their bottles to salute the captain.

Seeing this, Diaz Barrerus wore a smug expression, stroked his short orange hair, raised his large chin, and asked loudly:

"Men, how much do you think a mere 'fruit' can sell for?"

The pirates in the thick coats in front immediately responded with laughter and applause:

"That's hilarious! Those guys in the government must have lost their minds!"

"With such a large sum of money, who would still want to be a pirate? Thanks to the captain, we won't have to worry about money for the rest of our lives."

"Haha, that's right! Cheers to the captain!"