Impure World Reincarnation

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Hashirama's words were extremely clear, and the situation was exactly as he described.

There was no one in this world worthy of him to control!

Looking across the entire ninja world, there was simply no opponent!

In simple terms, just two words.

Invincible!

This wasn't blind arrogance. With his understanding of the Naruto anime, surveying the ninja world, there were very few who could surpass him in strength.

Kaguya Otsutsuki couldn't be revived!

Sage of the Six Paths, Hagoromo Otsutsuki, was already dead, leaving only residual chakra; long-distance communication was already at its limit!

Apart from these two.

There was no one who could stand against him!

The storyline of the Naruto world had completely changed due to Hashirama's arrival.

Obito lost the support of the Akatsuki organization.

There was no possibility of bringing the Ten-Tails into the world again, let alone becoming the Jinchuriki of the Ten-Tails.

The power of the Tailed Beasts would no longer fall into the hands of others.

If Uchiha Madara was reincarnated through the Impure World Reincarnation, he might be a worthy opponent.

However, Orochimaru, who mastered the Impure World Reincarnation, was focused on researching cloning cells, and Kabuto, who later used the Impure World Reincarnation, was just a minor assistant.

Not to mention they couldn't get Uchiha Madara's body; there were no conditions for his revival.

Even if they had it.

They wouldn't have the perfect sacrifice with Hashirama's cells like before.

This era had indeed changed.

It already belonged to the adults!

There was no one worthy of using Kotoamatsukami to control.

...

Danzo stared at Hashirama's tightly clenched fist, blood dripping continuously from his fingers, falling to the ground drop by drop.

Heartache!

Regret!

Those eyes were so precious!

And now they were crushed!

What a waste!

If you didn't want them, you shouldn't have dug them out...

Seriously...

My treasure, their trash.

Danzo's heart ached deeply, filled with sadness.

However.

At this moment.

The wood clone in front of Danzo suddenly raised its hand, and the arm instantly turned into sturdy wood.

Under the gaze of several people, the wood transformed into a very sharp battle axe.

Swish!

In the next moment.

The wood clone's battle axe directly chopped at Danzo's right shoulder, instantly severing Danzo's right arm at the root.

"Ahhhhh!"

Danzo let out a piercing scream, blood gushing from his right shoulder, intense pain spreading throughout his body.

Such a scene.

Greatly stimulated the nerves of Koharu Utatane and Homura Mitokado.

They swallowed hard.

Everything that happened before their eyes continually reshaped their understanding of the First Hokage.

Back then, they were young and naive.

Now they were old, and they understood very well that as village leaders, nothing was black and white.

No one's character was simple or pure.

At this moment.

They didn't feel like they were re-acquainted with the First Hokage, but rather that they deeply understood him better.

This person had become more real!

Yes!

That was the feeling!

Previously, they thought the First Hokage was a perfect existence.

Kind.

Gentle.

Strong.

The clan leaders of Konoha's great families respected him.

Now they realized they were too naive when they were young. A person who could create a ninja village, become the Hokage, and unite countless clans to form a village couldn't lack some means...

Under their gaze.

The wood clone pulled out Danzo's severed arm from the entwined vines.

This arm was heavier than a normal arm.

Clearly, it was not just an ordinary arm.

The wood clone threw Danzo's arm towards Hashirama.

Clang!

The arm fell to the ground with a crisp, resounding clatter, leaving a long trail of blood in its wake.

"Danzo!"

"To be honest..."

"When I first saw this arm..."

"It was truly disgusting!"

Hashirama bent down to pick up Danzo's right arm and suddenly ripped off the clothing covering it.

Rip!

It was like tearing off wrapping paper.

Next.

The arm, wrapped in bandages, came into everyone's view. It was adorned with thick golden-sealed ninja tools.

"What is this?!"

Mito and Homura simultaneously exclaimed in shock.

They had never seen anything like it.

It only deepened their sense that Danzo harbored many secrets!

An indescribable feeling.

"Lord First Hokage..."

Danzo's expression was extremely bitter, as if caught red-handed.

He wanted to explain but found himself at a loss for words.

No room for excuses!

"This seal is very tight!"

Hashirama held Danzo's arm and, upon touching the golden-sealed ninja tools, could vaguely sense the Hashirama cells within.

If he hadn't known about this arm beforehand, it would have been nearly impossible to detect.

Hashirama raised his hand and pressed down on the first button of the golden seal.

Click!

The first button was undone.

Continuing, Hashirama pressed down on the second button.

Click!

The second seal was also released.

Then came the third.

Click!

With the third button undone, the bindings on the arm fell away, hitting the ground and revealing the arm inside.

A milky-white arm appeared before them.

It lacked any blood color.

It looked like a lifeless White Zetsu.

The arm was embedded with multiple Sharingan eyes.

Even though Hashirama had seen this arm before, it still triggered his trypophobia.

"Guh..."

Mito and Homura both felt nauseous upon seeing the arm, quickly averting their eyes as they struggled to accept it.

It was simply too disgusting!

"Danzo, you really are something!"

Hashirama said sarcastically, as he began to control the absorption of the Hashirama cells from the arm.

Buzzing...

Danzo's arm started to vibrate violently, and then it seemed to melt. Countless Hashirama cells surged into Hashirama's body from the palm.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

One Sharingan after another fell to the ground, like broken eggs—though these were red.

"What's the point of all these Sharingan?"

Hashirama shook his head calmly. With a thought, wooden planks appeared on the ground, covering the area.

These wooden planks crushed the Sharingan that had fallen on the ground.

Out of sight, out of mind.

How to clean it up was now the Third Hokage's problem.

After laying down the wooden planks.

Hashirama had completed the absorption of the cells.

Hum!

Hashirama's body trembled slightly as a comfortable feeling spread throughout him.

Hiss...

It was as if a current had passed through his mind. Then, the constant buzzing sound he had been hearing suddenly disappeared.

Reset!

This absorption was significant!

Hashirama didn't know the exact amount, but he could clearly feel that he had absorbed a substantial number of Hashirama cells.

More than White Zetsu!

This was something Hashirama hadn't anticipated. He had always thought Danzo's arm contained fewer Hashirama cells.

After all, White Zetsu had already taken human form.

Danzo's arm was just an arm.

Now that he thought about it.

He had indeed been mistaken!

Danzo's arm was meticulously crafted by Orochimaru. To neutralize so many Sharingan, it was infused with a large amount of Hashirama cells.

"Danzo, are you angry that I took your arm?"

Hashirama's gaze fell on Danzo, observing his pained expression. He felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction and comfort.

"N… not at all…"

Danzo gritted his teeth, enduring the pain coursing through his body. At this point, losing an arm was preferable to losing his life.

"It's fine. Even if you're angry, it doesn't matter. After all, there's nothing you can do to me."

Hashirama waved his hand casually, his tone as if he were being exceptionally generous.

"…"

Danzo could only remain silent, choosing not to respond.

"All these years, you've devoted all your strength to Konoha. I'm deeply moved. Now that I'm back, you're old and tired. You can go home and rest."

Hashirama's words seemed to show consideration for Danzo, but everyone present knew it was merely a polite way of saying he was being dismissed.

"... I understand."

Danzo spoke weakly. By now, he fully understood.

There was no future for him!

He had lost!

Years of planning had come to nothing!

Unlike when he was contending with the Third Hokage, there was no chance for a comeback now!

"As for the two of you…"

Hashirama's gaze shifted to Mito and Homura, and his cold stare made them shiver.

"Konoha doesn't need so many people talking right now. Do you understand what I mean?"

Hashirama spoke with significant weight.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Mito and Homura nodded repeatedly, their anxiety palpable.

It seemed...

The First Hokage's intention wasn't to remove them, but rather to strip them of their influence.

That wasn't much.

Now that the First Hokage was in Konoha, who would dare make any decisions?

"You may leave now."

Hashirama waved his hand. His goal had been achieved—he had effectively intimidated Konoha's higher-ups.

The village still needed these individuals to operate normally.

Calling them all here was essentially setting an example.

Danzo was the proverbial sacrificial chicken.

From now on, these two advisors would tread carefully.

Swish, swish, swish...

The vines binding Danzo were also undone!

"Understood!"

Mito and Homura exchanged glances before helping Danzo out of the room.

The three left quickly, almost like they were fleeing.

Soon, only Hashirama remained in the Hokage's office.

"Ying~"

Suddenly, a cute voice sounded, clearly from the newly rebooted Yīngyīng, who had regained consciousness.

"Wow!"

"Host!"

"That was such a rich absorption you just had!"

Yīngyīng flew in front of Hashirama, its big eyes blinking with excitement and satisfaction clearly written on its face.

(This chapter ends here)