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

"Teacher, I've discovered that the steam from boiling water seems to be able to move something..."

"Gamamaru said excitedly."

After he finished speaking, Wan Ci paused slightly, momentarily taken aback.

The next second, Wanci's pupils suddenly contracted!

Wow!

A surge of emotion welled up within me.

For hundreds of years, he thought that Gamamaru was dutifully fulfilling his duties as crown prince, hiding in his mountain peak eating, drinking, and having fun. But he never imagined that this toad was secretly researching this kind of thing!

The original story's trajectory flashed through my mind countless times.

According to the original timeline, Gamamaru should have already taken over the authority of the Sage of Mount Myōboku by now.

To become the great sage who governs Mount Myōboku.

However, due to Manji's arrival, Gamamaru was unable to succeed to the throne for a long time. Instead, he had a lot of free time and actually took a completely different path.

The shock lasted only a moment.

Wanci's gaze suddenly darkened!

wrong!

Manji's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold gaze swept over the still excited Gamamaru.

Just as Gamamaru was about to reach out and fiddle with the wooden wheel next to the pottery urn, he was completely unaware of the impending danger.

In that instant, Wanci moved.

"Whoosh!"

Without any warning, Wanci's body remained still, yet an invisible force condensed at his fingertips, precisely striking Gamamaru's brow.

"what!"

Gamamaru's wide-open eyes suddenly froze, his body went limp and he fell forward, instantly losing consciousness.

Immediately after

Ten thousand times, I raised my hand and covered the top of Gamamaru's head!

His pupils suddenly deformed, and as the tomoe swirled, they transformed into rings of purple Rinnegan patterns, with Sage Chakra surging forth along with his eye power.

"suck!"

With a soft sound, a translucent soul, identical to the original Gamamaru, was forcibly extracted from the body and floated in Wanci's palm.

In his soul form, Gamamaru still had a dazed expression, seemingly not yet recovered from his coma.

"you……"

Wanci lowered his gaze, his eyes cold as ice, staring intently at the soul in his palm, the power of his Rinnegan sweeping over it layer by layer.

They examined every single detail of the soul's patterns, trying to find traces of extraterrestrial demons and otherworldly consciousness.

Mount Myoboku is isolated from the world.

Gamamaru had never encountered any strange and unusual things in the outside world before, but the research on steam power, which was ahead of its time, was too abnormal for him to ignore.

Three minutes later, the light of the Rinnegan gradually subsided, and Wanci's tense shoulder lines relaxed slightly, letting out a faint sigh of relief.

The soul's origin was pure and flawless, filled with the natural aura of Mount Myōboku, without any trace of intrusion from external consciousness, nor any strange phenomena of a transmigrator possessing the body.

It's not that making a mountain out of a molehill ten thousand times.

Having lived for so long and witnessed so many insidious methods, Wan Ci's vigilance was ingrained in his very bones.

"Um."

With a gentle lift of his palm, Wanci's purple Rinnegan light swept across the body, softly sending Gamamaru's soul back to his body.

A moment later, Gamamaru's eyelids twitched slightly. He shook his round head, rubbed his brow with his forelimbs, and sat up groggily.

"Um... Teacher, what happened? Why did I just faint?"

"I'm still a bit dazed," Hamamaru asked.

Wanci withdrew his hand, his tone instantly softening as he gently patted its head: "It's alright. I sensed something unusual about you just now, and I thought you were possessed by a wandering ghost, so I checked to make sure."

"Oh, oh."

Upon hearing this, Gamamaru's round eyes showed no doubt whatsoever; instead, he obediently nodded.

The teacher is a sage who governs Mount Myōboku, and his strength is boundless. Naturally, he would not attack him for no reason. This inspection is only for his safety.

"Oh, right, teacher, come and take a look at this!"

Gamamaru rubbed his round head, his bewildered expression quickly replaced by intense excitement, and pointed to the simple device behind him.

A ceramic pot sat on a dry wood campfire, its spout connected to a bamboo tube, from which boiling water bubbled and churned.

White steam billowed out from the bamboo tube, impacting the wooden wheel erected beside it. The palm-sized wheel was propelled by the steam to spin rapidly, causing the small wooden blocks below to move slowly along with it.

"Teacher, look!"

Gamamaru gestured with his hands, his voice full of excitement.

"As long as you boil the water, the steam that comes out is powerful! Not only can it push wooden wheels, but I've also tried pushing stones and wooden boxes. The hotter the steam, the stronger it is!"

"I was thinking, if we make this device bigger and use a bigger kettle to boil more water, would it be able to move something heavier?"

It can even pull logs and ore without any problem!

Hamamaru squatted beside the device, fiddling with the bamboo tubes and wooden wheels, chattering about his discoveries:

"I tried many methods, but only by sealing the bamboo tube properly and letting the steam gather together and burst out with maximum force! This is much less strenuous than ninjutsu; it doesn't require chakra, just boiling water!"

Wanci lowered his eyes to look at the simple yet clearly defined steam device in front of him.

This is no small discovery; it is clearly a complete prototype of a steam engine!

He originally thought that Gamamaru had been living in seclusion on Mount Myōboku for hundreds of years, just eating, sleeping, and having precognitive dreams. He never expected that this toad, who had lived for hundreds of years, would accidentally stumble upon steam power.

Manci nodded slightly and gently patted Gamamaru's head: "Well done, but how did you come up with that?"

Gamamaru chuckled and scratched his head: "I was thinking the other day, what would we do if we didn't have any magic? That's why I thought of these things..."

Wan smiled and nodded.

"Don't mention this to outsiders for now, not even the other toads of Mount Myōboku. Continue your research quietly, and let me know if you have any new ideas."

He gave a few words of advice, one after another.

These things should be kept out of the ninja world as much as possible.

The ninja world's technology was already distorted; if it had happened so many years earlier, the friendship between Hashirama and Madara might not have been by the river, but rather on WeChat...

When Wanci left the mountain peak of Gamamaru, he pondered for a moment.

"Why not set up a secret research department to keep the technology of Mount Myoboku at the forefront?"

Ten thousand times I pondered.

This idea is worth considering.

Anyway, there's plenty of time on Mount Myōboku. In nearly a thousand years, we can use technology to make breakthroughs in many things.

Perhaps when Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha establish Konoha.

Satellites for Mount Myoboku have been launched into space...

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In the land of the Thousand Hands Clan, singing and dancing fill the air!

Celebrating Senju Shuichi's swift and decisive slaying of Uchiha Izumi!

On this day, the Thousand Hands tribe rejoiced!

Only one person was unhappy.

A secret room

With tears streaming down his face, Senju Shuichi secretly set up a mourning hall for Uchiha Izumi in a secluded room.

"Izumi... I'm sorry, I didn't expect this, I didn't mean to kill you..."

Senju Shuichi shed tears, filled with regret.

He never expected that he would kill Izumi Ichikuni with a single punch.

A few years later

Instead of using his power to expand his territory, Senju Shuichi quietly stayed within the Senju clan's territory and rarely made a move.

Since Izumi's death, Senju Shuichi has become increasingly lonely, spending his days by the river, sometimes sitting there for an entire day.