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

Inside Mount Myōboku, a group of White Zetsu, the frogs of Mount Myōboku, and the high-ranking officials of Mount Myōboku are celebrating the centenary of the ninja world.

"A hearty celebration of the 100th anniversary of the ninja world!!!"

Banners fluttering

The White Zetsu and the toads of Mount Myōboku gathered together.

Black Jue sat quietly beside the stone bench.

The two toad masters, Fukasaku and Shima, stood side by side.

The elderly Gamabun squatted on the high platform, surrounded by a crowd of people, all immersed in the joyous atmosphere. The entire immortal mountain was bathed in a warm and celebratory mood.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The sound of air being torn apart suddenly rang out one after another, and hundreds of streaks of light, wrapped in blazing golden and red tail flames, rose from all parts of Mount Myōboku and soared into the sky like a flock of cranes taking flight.

Countless trails of flame streaked across the sky, weaving a band of light that stretched across the heavens. In an instant, thousands of flames exploded in the sky!

Fireworks light up the sky!

"Gamamaru, your newly invented fireworks are absolutely amazing."

Black Zetsu raised his head and gazed at the dazzling sky, his tone filled with heartfelt admiration.

The old man, Toad Maru, with his white eyebrows and beard drooping to his shoulders, smiled slightly as he looked up and said, "It's just a little something I made in my spare time. I'm glad it adds to the lively atmosphere today."

Fukasaku and Shima held hands tightly, their eyes following the fireworks that continued to bloom in the sky.

Shima sighed softly, "Time flies. In the blink of an eye, the ninja world has reached its 100th anniversary."

Fukasaku shrugged indifferently, his gaze sweeping across the sky where the fireworks had faded, his tone tinged with a sense of melancholy: "I don't really feel anything, just a sense of感慨 (gan3kai3, a feeling of mixed emotions, including sadness and reflection) that a whole hundred years have passed since the annihilation of the Ninja Clan..."

"Yes, a hundred years is enough to change everything in the world."

Black Jue also sighed softly.

When I was guarding the tomb at Mount Myōboku, I felt that the years were long and uneventful. Now that I have begun to sort out and record the history of the ninja world, I am surprised to find that in the past hundred years, the ninja world has undergone tremendous changes, and all the past events have become dusty old stories.

Laughter and the booming of fireworks filled Mount Myoboku.

Only the main hall on the back mountain

He stood alone in silence countless times.

Wanci stood alone in the hall with his hands behind his back, looking out at the dazzling fireworks through the open hall doors, yet surrounded by a layer of coldness that isolated him from the noise.

He did not step into the celebrating crowd; the longer he lived, the less he liked such noise and bustle.

Moreover, none of the beings present were his peers. If his old friends such as White Eyebrows, White Snake, White Ape, or even Kaguya and Hagoromo were still alive, he might have risen to attend the gathering and celebrate this moment together.

"The 100th anniversary of the ninja world..."

Wanci's thin lips parted slightly, his voice as faint as the clouds drifting in the mountains, his eyes utterly undisturbed.

For him, a century is but a fleeting moment. Having already lived through several centuries, he felt no emotion whatsoever at this human anniversary.

In stark contrast to Mount Myoboku is the human world today.

The mortal realm is currently engulfed in a purgatory of endless war.

Local warlords held their own armies and were powerful, small countries fought each other endlessly, and the samurai class fought each other to seize territory and resources.

Displaced people were displaced, and corpses of the starved littered the land. The devastation of this chaotic era was comparable to that of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period in the past. Ordinary people struggled in the flames of war, and each day felt like a year.

It is truly a case of: while the mortal world suffers, Mount Myoboku enjoys bliss.

However, there is also good news.

The Uchiha and Senju clans remained at peace.

If these two races were to also be drawn into the war, with their devastating ninjutsu, the ninja world would surely be plunged into utter devastation, with no hope of survival.

The epic war launched by Uchiha Kitsune back then brought devastating casualties to both the Uchiha and Senju clans.

The deep wounds of war are etched into the bones and blood of both races, making neither dare to easily start another war.

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Myobokusan History Museum.

Bamboo slips and scrolls were piled up like mountains, and the fragrance of ink mixed with the fresh scent of wood filled the air.

Black Zetsu held the wolf-hair brush and meticulously wrote on the yellowed historical scroll. The ink spread, clearly recording the major events of the ninja world's annals:

[In the 100th year of the Ninja Era, Uchiha Kitsune died.]

In the 115th year of the Ninja Era, various ninja clans were constantly at war, but the Senju and Uchiha clans remained at peace.

In the 130th year of the Ninja Era, the Uchiha and Senju clans clashed again.

In the 175th year of the Ninja Era, the Hatake clan chief fell into the Falcon Cliff during a battle. He found a mysterious sword technique inscription carved into the cliff face, and based on this, he created the Hatake Sword Technique.

In the 230th year of the Ninja Era, the Uchiha clan welcomed its first female clan head.

Just as he paused writing, light footsteps sounded behind him, and Fukasaku Toad swayed as he entered the history museum.

"Black Zetsu, isn't it simpler to write the history of the ninja world? Another hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. Should we switch roles?"

"You go and sort out that mess of accounts in the mortal realm, while I continue writing my ninja world history?"

Fukasaku smiled and joked.

Hei Jue put down his brush, turned his head, chuckled, and shook his head: "I'd rather die. These past few years, warlords and small countries in the mortal realm have been fighting each other to the death, and the change of power is faster than turning the pages of a book. Just sorting out their relationships is enough of a headache. I'm not going to suffer that kind of trouble."

"Haha, I knew you wouldn't change it."

"By the way, has your application to cultivate immortal techniques been approved?"

Fukasaku walked to the table, poured a cup of celestial tea, pushed it in front of Black Zetsu, and casually asked.

Black Zetsu picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said calmly and dismissively, "Not yet, but I feel that having power or not doesn't matter to me now."

"Just live a peaceful life on Mount Myoboku. There's a great sage guarding Mount Myoboku, so no one can break in. It's absolutely safe."

Fukasaku nodded in deep agreement: "That's true, Mount Myōboku has always been a pure land away from the world."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fukasaku suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled even more broadly: "Kuro Zetsu, I've recently received some very good news."

"Oh? What's the good news?"

Black Zetsu raised his eyes, a look of confusion on his face.

"Hehe! Look!"

The next second, Fukasaku raised his hand and waved it, and a plain white robe with gold patterns slowly draped over his body, the hem fluttering lightly, exuding a solemn and majestic aura.

After putting it on, Fukasaku looked at Black Zetsu with a smile: "My application for the position of immortal has been approved by the Great Immortal. From now on, you must call me Immortal Fukasaku."

The title of "Immortal" on Mount Myōboku is not simply a title of strength, but rather a system of duties established by Manji when he was young and reformed the mountain.

Only those who have passed ten thousand personal examinations by the Great Immortal and whose qualifications and strength meet the standards can be promoted to Immortal, wearing their own exclusive white robes and taking charge of the affairs of the Immortal Mountain.

Currently, there are only two registered hermits on Mount Myōboku: the elderly Gamamaru and the newly promoted Fukasaku.

Above the Immortals is the Great Immortal, a position held exclusively by Wanci. There was another Great Immortal, Bai Mei, who was posthumously awarded the title by Wanci in recognition of his achievements. He has long since passed away.

"Congratulations! You've been promoted! That's wonderful!"

Black Zetsu quickly cupped his hands in greeting, sincerely congratulating Fukasaku.

Fukasaku smiled and waved his hand: "Congratulations to you too, I also hope that Brother Black Zetsu will soon be promoted to Immortal and take up his post with me."

Hearing this, a barely perceptible sense of disappointment swept through Black Zetsu's heart.

In terms of seniority, he was of the same generation as Hagoromo Otsutsuki, far above Fukasaku, but due to his weak strength and special background, he was never destined for a celestial position.

I was overjoyed to see that Shen Zuo had achieved his wish, but when I thought of myself, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

However, he was, after all, a remnant of the previous dynasty, and to be allowed to live was already an act of immense kindness.

Just as Black Zetsu's mind was sinking, hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the history museum!

"Black Zetsu-senpai!! Black Zetsu-senpai!!"

A white figure rushed in with great fanfare. The newcomer was a white Zetsu with curly hair, a very distinctive appearance – Whirlpool White Curl.