A veteran of the ninja world: surviving from the Six Paths of Heroes to Boruto

Chapter 231: The Eight People of the Pure Land

Mount Myoboku at dawn.

"To master unparalleled martial arts, one must endure pain that ordinary people cannot bear. My master likes to drink oolong tea and loves to wear Chinese red clothes."

"Whether it's the scorching summer or the freezing winter, I always yearn for the sky beyond the mountain gate."

"With my left hand, I perform a Tai Chi move; with my right, I thrust a sword forward..."

The door of the makeshift wooden hut creaked open.

"Bunta! What are you chanting so early in the morning?! What kind of nonsense are you singing?!"

Jiraiya emerged, sporting a pair of dark circles under his eyes and yawning.

Gamabunta grinned: "Hahaha, you don't understand! This is a divine song that has been sung for thousands of years on Mount Myōboku! It was taught to me personally by the Great Sage Gamamaru. It is said that even the Sage of Six Paths hummed a few lines back then. As for who the creator is... hehe, I don't know either."

Jiraiya nodded helplessly.

Last night, I was so excited that I didn't sleep a wink.

"Alright, stop making that sour face."

"Your current small body can't withstand the backlash of immortal techniques. Forcing yourself to cultivate will only turn you into stone by the backlash of natural energy. Practice physical techniques with me first and build a solid foundation."

Wen Tai clapped his hands.

"it is good."

Jiraiya stopped complaining, and his eyes instantly became serious.

Since then.

Jiraiya began his arduous training, shuttling between two places.

Fukasaku the toad granted him permission to return to Konoha periodically, where he could team up with Tsunade and Orochimaru to carry out missions and gain practical experience, while also returning to Mount Myōboku to hone his physique and comprehend the energy of nature.

However, the restrictive mark on the summoning contract was etched deep within Jiraiya's soul, and he could not utter a single word about Mount Myōboku to outsiders.

After all, it was the work of a great immortal, and no one in the ninja world could unravel it.

While Jiraiya was deep in thought and reflection, undercurrents were already surging in the ninja world, and a storm that would sweep across the land was quietly brewing.

Rain-Hidden Village, deep within the perpetual curtain of rain.

A man wearing an orange swirling mask leaned against the corner of the wall, his cold gaze sweeping over the young man wielding a scythe in the center of the training field.

It was Ah Fei.

When Hanzo the Salamander was still a child, he had the deadly venom sac of the salamander transplanted into his body and personally taught him the ruthless and deadly scythe technique.

With his covert support and manipulation, Hanzo used an iron fist to wipe out all opposition forces in the Land of Rain.

They forcefully twisted this small buffer state sandwiched between the three great powers into a single force, completely breaking it out of Konoha's control!

They have become a force to be reckoned with in the southwest corner of the ninja world.

Seeing this, Sunagakure and Kumogakure also began to rub their hands together, constantly creating friction along the border and testing each other's bottom line.

Iwagakure, on the other hand, was not in a hurry to take action outside of Iwagakure after Onoki had just taken over.

Only Kirigakure remains closed off, maintaining its mysterious isolation from the world amidst the perpetual fog, with no one knowing what is happening behind that mist.

It is said that after the death of the Second Mizukage, a massive Blood Mist attack was launched within Kirigakure.

I've heard that the entire Hidden Mist Village is undergoing a process of removing its bloodline limit.

Rain hides.

"Lord Tobi!"

Hanzo the Salamander knelt respectfully at Afei's feet.

A deep laugh came from Tobi: "Hehehe, ever since you repelled the Sand Village forces last time, the ninja world has been calling you a demigod."

"It's all thanks to your excellent teaching, Master. If it weren't for you, Master Tobi, I, Hanzo of the Salamander, would have died in the war long ago."

Hanzo the Salamander spoke respectfully.

Ah Fei smiled and waved his hand dismissively.

With its back to the salamander.

"Our affair is a secret; you are in the light, I am in the dark."

After saying that, Ah Fei slowly put his hands behind his back and disappeared into the darkness.

Hanzo the Salamander nodded slightly, but a barely perceptible glint flashed in his eyes.

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Pure Land

I have returned to the Pure Land countless times, but it remains the same as before, unchanged for hundreds of years.

The only change is that it's getting bigger and bigger.

And the group dedicated to opening up the Pure Land is growing larger and larger.

The reason for this is that orders were given ten thousand times in advance.

Those who committed evil deeds in their lifetime were directly exiled to the Pure Land.

For those who commit minor evils, the Pure Land will be temporarily opened for five years.

For the most wicked, the land will be opened forever.

Edge of Pure Land

Wan Ci summoned several leaders who were in charge of the Pure Land development.

That is, the top eight Pure Land practitioners back then.

Uchiha Gen, Senju Shirato, Uzumaki Clan Chief, Ino-Shika-Cho Clan Chief, Sarutobi Clan Chief, Shimura Clan Chief.

"An immortal!"

The eight people bowed respectfully, slightly surprised by Wan Ci's arrival.

After all, Wanci hadn't visited them for hundreds of years.

"You guys are still the same as always. I've missed you all."

Wan Ciwen smiled warmly as he looked at the group.

The group was slightly taken aback, somewhat flattered, and then gave shy smiles.

Oh dear, the immortals actually miss them.

Nine chairs materialized from countless fragments, gesturing for them to sit down.

"We dare not sit on equal footing with the Sage of Six Paths."

Everyone declined.

Wanci sighed softly and waved his hand, "No need for that, sit down!"

The eight clan leaders then slowly sat down.

Afterwards, Wanci reminisced with these people, and everyone showed expressions of nostalgia.

"For so many years, I have always felt that punishing you to open up the Pure Land for eternity is a bit too much. How about this, you go back to your tribes in a while."

"Take a good look at your families."

Wan Ci said slowly.

Upon hearing this, the eight clan leaders all showed surprise.

Chief Sarutobi was the first to regain his senses, his eyes reddening. He stood up and clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Immortal, we made a mistake, but we have reflected on it for many years in this Pure Land. It is already a great fortune that we can be forgiven by you."

"But we..."

Chief Sarutobi hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Then, the clan chief Shimura frankly explained the reason.

"We've been here for too long, and we've gotten used to living in this pristine place. Besides, our family and children are all here. If we go back to our clan, we'll probably just be doing nothing."

"How about we help the great immortal with some work?"

Chief Shimura said to bring it.

The other clan leaders nodded in agreement.

Back in their clan, they had nothing to do all day, so they would chat with their political enemies or the clan elders from the past.

However, it is different at the edge of the Pure Land.

After so many years of development.

The team that opened up the Pure Land numbered a full twenty million!

Eight people managing 20 million people—that's the pinnacle of life.

Throughout world history, who has ever been in charge of 20 million people?

Their ninja clan only numbered around ten thousand at most.

Even if it's just about creating a pure land.

It also gave the eight people the feeling of commanding a vast army.