Be the Main God from Naruto - Chapter 48
Rock Lee’s consciousness was hazy as he opened his eyes, a forced smile cracking his lips and revealing several missing teeth.
It looked like he wanted to give a thumbs-up, but he didn’t have the strength to complete the gesture.
“Of course! Youth is the most wonderful thing in this world!”
“Your Reincarnator ID is 008.”
“Given your current physical condition, the novice mission has been adjusted.”
“Mission: Recover health.”
“Reward: Immediate calculation and distribution.”
“Punishment: None (One-time exemption for novice missions).”
The sudden influx of information in his memory took Rock Lee a long time to process.
“Ah?”
Looking at the mission panel before him, Rock Lee seemed deflated.
The authority of the Main God was unfathomable, offering countless ways to restore his body to its original state on the exchange list, the simplest of which is to use a certain number of reward points for a “full body repair.”
But now, he could only move his eyes and mouth, unable to perform tasks or earn reward points.
“Reward points source…”
Rock Lee felt like he was missing something crucial. The harder he tried to think, the more elusive the key became.
…
“Poor kid, even Gaara has started to love this world, yet you were still beaten to ruin…”
Watching Rock Lee’s distressed look, Wang Yan couldn’t help but remark, “The power of fate is truly mysterious.”
Kimimaro and others were much less ruthless than Gaara, and even Tsunade had no confidence in healing Rock Lee completely.
“I’ve given you the opportunity, and it’s up to you to seize it.”
In his reflection, Wang Yan’s thoughts shifted.
The mark he had left on Danzo had stirred.
…
Konoha.
The newly constructed water prison.
Following Tsunade’s orders, the ANBU were nowhere to be seen, and the empty dungeon echoed with heavy breathing and the ripple of water.
Former Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi, Homura Mitokado, Koharu Utatane, and others were all imprisoned here.
Their cells were forged from fine iron engraved with various independent sealing jutsus, ensuring they would not completely lose their function even if several were damaged.
With regular maintenance checks, these powerful elite ninjas could not escape.
The entire water prison was a massive sealing formation, preventing the imprisoned from mobilizing chakra or performing jutsu.
Footsteps approached from afar.
A man in a traditional Japanese kimono appeared in the prison.
The Third Hokage looked up, his expression a complex mix of resentment and relief: “Danzo!”
Yes, it was Shimura Danzo.
His complexion was healthy, and his eyes, previously concealed by bandages, were now exposed.
The Mangekyo Sharingan that harbored Izanami, taken by Wang Yan from Uchiha Shisui, and even the series of Sharingan on his arm that triggered trypophobia had all been disabled due to testing.
But this also turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
Having transplanted Hashirama’s cells, Danzo had a vitality far surpassing his peers. His physical and mental energy were abundant, not reflecting his elderly appearance.
Danzo looked at Hiruzen with pity, his tone cold: “I’ve come to save you.”
The Third Hokage’s wet hair clung to his wrinkled face. Anger flared in his eyes at those words, but he opened his mouth and could not speak.
Mito Menma and another elder did not hold back their anger.
“Danzo! You traitor, I curse you to a terrible death!”
“We need an explanation! Where did you run off to during the battle? Why did you break your promise?”
“Despicable traitor!”
“You’ll never become Hokage!”
Blinded by rage, the former advisors threw caution to the winds, only seeking to vent their purest feelings.
Why had they fallen to this state?
The Sannins were a significant factor, but they hadn’t employed any scheming, simply overpowering them with sheer strength.
If it wasn’t for their attachment to Konoha, the Sannin might have waged war under another village’s banner and destroyed Konoha!
Thus, more than Orochimaru, Tsunade, and Jiraiya, the elders hated Danzo, who had betrayed them!
“Enough!”
Hiruzen’s voice was aged and deep, like a lion ousted from its pride after defeat, retaining some dignity but lacking firm resolve.
He looked at Danzo as if seeing a stranger: “What price must we pay?”
“Loyalty,” Danzo declared, content.
“Impossible!”
The Third Hokage’s response was resolute.
Danzo merely chuckled coldly, waving his hands, instantly breaking all the iron bars and sealing jutsus of the water prison.
After doing so, he left a few words and turned.
To leave.
“You have nothing while I still hold the ‘Root’! As long as I live, there’s hope for the true revival of Konoha! You have no choice but to choose me!”
“The pseudo-Konoha upper echelons react quickly; I’ve killed the guards of the water prison. If you want to die, feel free to stay here.”
The prison was effectively open, allowing anyone to leave at any time.
Caught in a dilemma, Hiruzen was lifted by Menma and another elder, who ran out of the cell, one on each side.
“Let’s go, Hiruzen! Danzo is right, and we have no choice!”
“Sigh…”
The Third Hokage exhaled, not resisting.
He could accept stepping down for the greater good but could not endorse Sannin’s actions of seizing power.
As the Third Hokage followed Danzo in escaping, Homura, Koharu, and others exchanged glances and followed.
Having made the wrong choice, they had to stick to this path.
In the end, only three people remained in the water prison.
Asuma Sarutobi, the son of the Third Hokage, did not agree with his father’s decision.
As a member of the Twelve Guardian Ninja of the Land of Fire, he could accept defeat but not defection from Konoha!
Yes, defection!
In Asuma’s eyes, Konoha was Konoha, true or false; there was nothing wrong with the Sannin holding high-level authority.
Moreover, his beloved, Kurenai Yuhi, chose to stay in the water prison.
Asuma tidied up the beard he had grown over the past few days, trying to appear as clean as possible.
He asked his secret lover, “Kurenai, do you regret this?”
The sensitive and delicate woman gave him a tender, watery smile.
No words were necessary; everything was understood.
Asuma subconsciously reached into his pocket for a cigarette but found it empty.
He smiled, opened the cell door, walked to Kurenai, and embraced her.
The two clung tightly to each other.
Just for this moment, even if they died tomorrow, it would be worth it.
As they say, home is where the heart is at peace.
Where Kurenai was, that was his home.
Moments later.
Asuma let Kurenai lie in his arms to rest and called out to the hyperactive Jonin across the cell doing inverted push-ups: “Hey… Guy, why aren’t you leaving with them?”
“…19004, 19005, 19006…”
Might Guy paused momentarily, enthusiastically responding: “I’m training! I haven’t finished a hundred thousand yet! I can’t give up halfway! If I can’t do that, a hundred thousand inverted push-ups and fifty thousand shuttle runs!”
After finishing his sentence, he belatedly asked: “Eh? Asuma! Are you and Kurenai dating?”
Receiving this response, Kurenai and Asuma couldn’t help but laugh and cry.
This obtuse fool was treating the prison like a gym!
Without considering other matters, always focusing solely on training, he was truly someone to be envied…
Rock Lee: “I’m severely injured right now, unable to move, and need recommendation tickets for a full body repair. Any kind-hearted person, please give me a recommendation ticket. Once I recover, I’ll teach you the Eight Gates! I, Rock Lee, swear in the name of youth!”
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