Chapter 618

When the path of magecraft reaches a high level, it's even more formidable than the true forms of most Heroic Spirits.

Oh my.

The white-robed old man felt a jolt in his heart.

It wouldn't be long before someone treats him as the mastermind behind the scenes, drags him out of the Pure Land, and beats him to death, would it?

He had let Asura and Indra reincarnate endlessly, leading different ethnic groups to fight in the ninja world for thousands of years based on different philosophies.

He also had good intentions.

It was also for the sake of people wanting to find a path toward permanent peace...

The more he thought, the more guilty he felt; the old man's cheek twitched, and his expression turned ruthless.

Isn't it just magecraft?

I refuse to believe that I, a naturally divine being and a hybrid of the ultimate alien weapon, cannot out-compete you juniors!!!

…….

The scale was completely unlike the edge of a village town.

A lonely wind blew through the eaves of the building complex, bringing with it a whistling sound soaked in sorrow.

The young man, who had grown much taller and revealed a hint of heroic spirit, had his eyes wide open, but his pupils contracted in disbelief, as if his entire worldview had been rewritten.

A long time passed.

The practice field was riddled with scars.

"Hahahaha, this is a Servant, this is a Heroic Spirit!!!"

The young man woke up as if from a dream, tilting his head back, covering one eye with his hand, and laughing wildly.

To be this strong.

To be strong to this extent!

It's so joyous. It's truly so exciting.

So exciting that my blood is about to boil and my brain is a blank slate, Itachi!!!

His body, which could already be sent to the battlefield as cannon fodder in this world, was trembling—trembling with excitement.

To please the Hokage, the young man named Sasuke laughed with the standard maniacal laughter inherited from his clan; in his scarlet pupils, three pitch-black tomoe spun rapidly, as if trying to coalesce, but then scattered again as if the conditions were insufficient.

After a long, long time, the young man finally calmed down from his excitement.

Over these past two years, he had progressed too much, truly too much.

Or rather, a mind-oriented system like magecraft, which grows stronger the crazier or more determined one is, really suits them, the Uchiha.

Relying on his soaring strength, he had eavesdropped on many messages right in front of his monitors.

The magecraft system was very suitable for this twisted world; many people were progressing much faster than those in the Sky Curtain.

But compared to him—compared to someone who at just eight years old was already capable of slaughtering past Jonin—it was still too slow.

"Calm down."

"Can't laugh yet."

The handsome black-haired youth took several deep breaths, his gaze cold enough to chill one to the bone.

That guy had been a Jonin five years ago, and four years ago, he was already capable of slaughtering the entire Uchiha clan, which had hundreds of Jonin.

Now, no one knew how strong he might have become.

The Jonin of today are not the same concept as before; that guy, that absolutely unforgivable guy, must have surely learned magecraft too.

If it were before.

Having had his entire clan killed at age four, and having experienced almost no proper education or ninjutsu training, he would have definitely become so arrogant he wouldn't know which way was up after suddenly becoming this strong.

He probably would have excitedly knocked out the Anbu monitoring him and left the village to seek revenge on that man named Itachi, his brother.

But now, having seen the vastness and grandeur of the world of the strong in the Sky Curtain.

He couldn't muster a shred of pride or complacency; instead, he felt it wasn't enough—far from enough.

And those Servants who stood at the pinnacle of the era in other worlds, radiating various heroic auras, had replaced the shadows of the past to become his new aspirations.

If he could complete his revenge, perhaps he would also want to walk such a path........

The young man looked down at the scarlet Command Spell glowing on the back of his hand and looked thoughtfully at the Sky Curtain: "The Holy Grail ritual will appear later, right."

He already had leads on the ley lines; the rest he needed was the magecraft array structure of the Holy Grail ritual.

By that time...

"The era of ninjas is over."

"The war and pain that have stretched for a thousand years should also end."

The young man murmured.

Vaguely, something deep within his soul was touched, and wisps of energy that seemed to be superior to chakra flowed out continuously.

……..

"Hmm? What happened to me just now?"

Not far away.

Under layers of leaves, a ninja wearing a cat-face mask woke up as if from a dream.

"Nothing happened, aren't we always monitoring that Uchiha orphan?"

Beside him.

The fox-face masked ninja said casually.

"Hmm? Is that so?..."

The glow of the Sharingan in his eyes slowly faded; the cat-face ninja scratched his head, looking at the young man's retreating back: "Hahaha, so I said Lord Hokage was overthinking it; this brat is a loser who didn't even awaken his eyes when his whole clan was killed. They all say the Uchiha clan awakens their eyes under intense emotional stimulation..."

The fox-masked ninja shook his head: "Hard to say, didn't this brat have decent grades at the ninja academy? Maybe he got something from that Sky Curtain?"

"Even if he did, it doesn't matter; anyway, in the end, he'll just seek revenge on that rogue ninja and then die."

Speaking of that terrifying man who was now notorious across the Five Great Nations, the cat-face masked Anbu's tone also retreated a bit, whispering: ". ～Did you hear?"

"That Uchiha rebel, from that divine light curtain, obtained the power called magecraft, and with an extremely large-scale array, buried the entire Fire Temple; not a single one escaped. Now the Five Great Nations have issued several S-rank bounties, and the total bounty is almost 400 million ryo."

He gasped: "My god, Lord Asuma's bounty is only 35 million ryo, and that's because he is Lord Hokage's... cough cough cough."

Anyway, let me tell you, I heard Lord Hokage and those ninja clans are secretly collecting children who have awakened magic power, and have invested huge resources into training them."

"Magecraft... humph, that kind of crooked path power..."

The fox-face masked Anbu lowered his voice, masking the longing in his eyes.

It's really good.

Suddenly becoming stronger and stronger.

"Sigh~"

The two sighed in unison.

Why didn't they awaken magic power?

Just kidding, the Sky Curtain stunned them; anyone who could obtain the power within, who wouldn't want it?

……….

The vast ocean.

On the surging waves, the white-haired old man remained silent for a long time, then let out a low laugh.

The sound grew louder and louder, and finally, he opened his strong arms to embrace it: "Too strong, truly too strong, it simply transcends all brilliance. Is that a god? It must be a god, it's truly shivering."

Behind him.

A group of people were also awakened, looking at the majestic old man: Old man, you're excited, right?

………

A certain world.

The Witches' Tea Party space.

Pure white long hair spilled over an extremely beautiful face; the witch named Echidna, forever consumed by an endless thirst for knowledge, felt fear for the first time.

It was a fear that no amount of wisdom could overcome.

The moment that light roared, she even heard the screams and fearful wails of the residual Sin Factors within her body.

"Is that so... so that's how it is... humph humph..."

The elegant black clothing was spread out on the lawn without any restraint; the witch covered her face and laughed.

Full of anticipation, full of anticipation for absolute death.

Thinking of that light, even her hollow soul seemed to be screaming.

Then, if she were to truly face that light, what kind of scene would it be? I'm looking forward to it.