Chapter 430

"Master, you have already seen the meteorite; my body..."

Seeing that the monk didn't reveal the 'covetousness' he had imagined, but instead frowned slightly with an expression of disgust, the Hoshigakure leader felt relieved in his heart and asked again.

"As long as you no longer consume the chakra on this, your body will naturally recover."

The monk turned around, his gaze landing on the Hoshigakure leader, and he shook his head imperceptibly.

He had originally thought that the Hoshigakure's supreme treasure would be the chakra left behind by the God Tree; he didn't expect it to be just bark fragments, which couldn't be used as nutrients for the Ten-Tails at all.

Logically speaking, after the God Tree was uprooted, there should have been residual chakra.

Where exactly is it?

"Is that really so?"

The Hoshigakure leader's expression turned happy. He had experienced the miraculous nature of the monk in front of him before, so subconsciously, he believed what he said.

"If you still have concerns, I can give you a pill."

Looking at the humble Hoshigakure leader, the monk reached into his bosom and took out a pitch-black pill, throwing it over casually.

"Thank you, Master, for the medicine!"

After hurriedly catching it, under the threat of death, the Hoshigakure leader didn't doubt it and swallowed the pill directly.

"Ugh... ugh..."

Once the pill entered his stomach, he felt a scorching aura explode within his body, transforming into a majestic life force, and it began to repair the body damaged by the meteorite chakra.

"I cannot repay the kindness of saving my life. May I ask what the Master needs? I am willing to do everything in my power."

Discovering that his physical condition had improved, the Hoshigakure leader bowed his head.

"You? You are not qualified enough."

Too lazy to look at the humble Hoshigakure leader again, Isshiki, who had gained nothing from this trip, turned and left, not feeling the slightest bit moved by the promise of a village leader.

Such weak and ignorant humans were not worthy of becoming his pawns.

A glimmer of light flowed in Isshiki's eyes, and his figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

"Master? Master!"

After waiting for a long time without receiving a response, the Hoshigakure leader looked up in panic, only to discover that the monk who had been in the secret room just a moment ago had evaporated from the human world, leaving not a trace behind.

"Da!"

In the forest of the Xiong Zhiguo, a dark red black hole tore through space, and a foot stepped out from it; it was the mysterious monk who had just been in the Hoshigakure.

"It's time to consider the matter of reincarnation."

Feeling a trace of weakness coming from his body, Isshiki frowned slightly.

The pill he had thrown to the Hoshigakure leader earlier was a chakra pill obtained by refining a few blind rogue ninjas. For him, who was of the Otsutsuki clan, it didn't even count as a snack.

But it was this simple operation that made him feel a moment of fatigue, indicating that the current body could no longer support him until the moment the fruit was formed, and could only serve as nutrients for the God Tree.

And his consciousness and power would be permanently continued through the unique 'Karma' of the Otsutsuki clan.

"It's all that stupid woman Kaguya's fault."

If it weren't for Otsutsuki Kaguya's backstabbing, he would have already left this barren planet, headed to the next region to refine the fruit, joined the glorious evolution, and become the new God of Otsutsuki.

"But she also deserved it; a greedy woman who was actually sealed by the power she herself differentiated."

Isshiki looked up, his gaze looking far into the sky, and a mocking smile curled on the corner of his mouth.

"After I eat this fruit, it will be your doomsday."

As he spoke, Isshiki glanced at the black hole beside him. In the darkness, a half-squinted scarlet pupil emitted a tyrannical light.

"But before that, I need to find some helpers."

Although he had been walking in the Ninja World for a thousand years, Isshiki had always acted as a lone wolf.

The current body could only last for less than a hundred years at most. Before finding a suitable vessel, he had to pull together a team to serve him.

Konoha.

The long-awaited transition moment was about to arrive. Many tourists from the Land of Fire traveled thousands of miles to come to Konoha, just to attend the rare Hokage handover ceremony.

In order to catch this wave of 'splashing wealth', merchants from several different factions in Konoha actually reached a rare collaboration. Led by the Uchiha clan, the chambers of commerce of the Land of Waves and the Land of Whirlpools cooperated with all their might, filling the assembly line to start generating peripheral products related to the Hokage.

For a time, the streets were filled with derivative peripherals of Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama, making the visiting customers unable to put them down.

"Boss! How much is this 'Madara-bond' hand card?"

A woman with posters of the Hashi-Ma Da CP stuck all over her back excitedly picked up the exquisite hand card on the stall and asked the shopkeeper, who had a head of red hair, impatiently.

"A bargain at 1000 ryo; if you buy the 'Hashirama' hand card together now, the two only cost 1999 ryo~"

Uzumaki Masa, who had already shed the ignorance of his youth, had a glimmer of shrewdness in his eyes. It could be seen that he had already learned the essence of a profiteer from his grandfather.

"Ah! It's actually this discounted! Give me three sets!"

The woman had long been blinded by the dazzling array of peripherals and immediately opened her wallet, purchasing three sets of hand cards without hesitation.

As for why it was three sets: one for personal viewing, one for collection and preservation, and one for proselytizing.

"Thanks for your patronage. By the way, we also have a collector's edition of the Secretary's photo album; if you want it, I can give you a discount."

After receiving the money with a smile, Uzumaki Masa's eyes rolled, and he mysteriously took out a set from the shelf that hadn't yet circulated in the market and handed it over.

"Pah! White-haired Secretary, not even a dog would look at that!"

"The Uchiha clan's vice-patriarch makes a guest appearance."

"Cough, cough, cough... then I'll reluctantly buy three sets."

Sure enough, things with CP are still easier to sell.

"Father, do you see it?"

Standing on the roof of the Uchiha building, which could overlook the entire Konoha, Uchiha Fuyu, with a gaze that looked down on everything, opened his arms in a hugging posture.

"See what? An unknown photo album with my name hanging on it?"

Behind him, Uchiha Izuna, with a gloomy face, questioned coldly.

"Eh... this is the commercial empire I built for the clan."

Uchiha Fuyu's expression stiffened. He didn't expect that the photo album of his old man and Senju Tobirama would circulate so quickly, and the sales were rising steadily, showing a trend of surpassing the CP photo album of the First Hokage and his uncle.

"This really wasn't my idea!"

"Hmph! You stinky kid, you still dare to quibble? Your wings have hardened, haven't they?"

Uchiha Izuna squeezed his fists, his eyes gradually turning scarlet. He decided to teach this rebellious son, who sold his father for wealth, a good lesson.

"It's Great Uncle! This is all Great Uncle's idea!"

Feeling the cold power emanating from his old man's eyes, Uchiha Fuyu, in desperation, could only betray his personal military advisor.

"Sigh... I knew it. You kid, at such a young age, how could you think of something so sinister..."

After forcing out the real culprit, Uchiha Izuna spat out a breath of turbid air, revealing an expression that was 'as he expected'.

"Oh? Who is calling me sinister behind my back?"

I start with full energy, 60s Diamond Body, Susanoo Buddha, and after landing, I am the Yang Jian King with zero-frame startup and no backswing.

You actually say I'm sinister?

"Ah! Great Uncle, I was just praising you for being wise and martial; I didn't expect you to hear it just now. This is really embarrassing~"

Before Uchiha Izuna could finish his slander, a familiar lazy voice rang in his ear, scaring him so much that his chrysanthemum tightened. He immediately changed his tone, and his old face piled up with a flattering smile.

"Basic operation, don't be surprised."

Not caring about the little cousin's dissatisfaction—even if you're unhappy, you have to hold it in. Making money, it's not shameful.

"Great Uncle! The operational model you taught me is indeed correct!"

Running to Uchiha Gin in one breath, Uchiha Fuyu, rubbing his hands like a fly, looked at his Great Uncle, who was usually lazier than a salted fish, with full admiration.

"I call this resource intensification, striving to maximize efficiency."

Uchiha Gin nodded with a smile. Under his guidance, Uchiha Fuyu subdivided the entire commercialization process into three parts.

The handsome and compelling Uchiha clan handles the promotion, the Land of Waves, with its high production efficiency, provides the main source of goods, and the Land of Whirlpools, which is good at mobilizing customer emotions, takes on the role of bringing goods.

The three swords combined directly took over the entire market, making other clans stare straight, and they could only envy and lick some leftovers on the side.

"Do you think the 'Huiyuan Kidney Treasure' we jointly produced will really have a market?"

In the quietest corner of the commercial street, the Ino-Shika-Cho trio watched the tourists who were selling out, crowding into the Uchiha peripheral store like crazy, and looked at each other with cold hearts.

"How about... we also invite the Second Hokage to endorse it?"

Finally, a member put forward a valuable suggestion. In his view, with the blessing of the celebrity effect, their long-hoarded medicinal wine would definitely sell out.

"However, this product of ours is mainly aimed at men who can't stand straight, and Lord Second Hokage, he..."

"Sigh... how do you know without trying? If I remember correctly, a few days ago, the vice-patriarch of the Uchiha clan was still endorsing sanitary napkins."

Uchiha Building.

"Pa!"

Slapping a piece of extremely shameful advertising copy on the table, Uchiha Madara gritted his teeth and looked up, staring at Uchiha Gin, who had an 'I don't care' expression, with eyes that were almost murderous.

"Great Uncle, don't go too far!"

"What's this? Izuna is already endorsing women's products; you should just be happy about it~"

Uchiha Gin, who had been bought with heavy money, didn't care about the face of his younger brothers at all. As long as there was money, he would endorse it.

"No! This will make Hashirama laugh at me for a lifetime."

Uchiha Madara shook his head like a rattle. Izuna might not want face, but he did. If the money was gone, he could ask Great Uncle for more; if the face was gone, it was really gone.

"Sigh~ I won't force you. As long as you nod, we have a professional team below that will transform and endorse it throughout the process, ensuring 100% restoration."

"Ah? This... this works too?"

Uchiha Madara was dumbfounded by these words.

"Otherwise, where do you think those photo albums came from? I don't have the ability to make the white-haired one strip like that."

Uchiha Gin picked his ears, his reason not straight but his breath strong.

"Boom!!!"

Only hearing a loud noise, the tightly closed door was smashed into fragments by brute force. A figure emitting cold blue light walked in, one step at a time, his scarlet eyes carrying substantial killing intent, looking straight at the culprit of the entire endorsement incident.

"DAMN! CURLY! HAIR!"

"Oh my, isn't this our most respected Secretary-sama? Finally willing to come out of the office?"

Facing the killing intent that was enough to stun a Jonin, Uchiha Gin teased with a smile and hurriedly stood up to welcome him.

The person in front of him was now his 'noble person'. The sales of the collector's photo album were still rising steadily, and it had almost reached the point where a book was hard to find. The machines in the Land of Waves printing factory were almost smoking.

"Pa!"

Throwing a book in front of Uchiha Gin, Senju Tobirama pointed at himself on the cover, stripped down to three points, his cold voice almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

"I'll give you three seconds to explain."

"3."

"Little Cousin?"

Uchiha Gin first turned his head to look at Uchiha Madara, but found that the other party was pretending not to see, lowering his head and flipping through the report that was held upside down, reading it with great relish.

"2."

"Bad company~"

"1!"

Shaking his head as if sighing, Uchiha Gin had no choice but to take out the response strategy he had prepared in advance from his backpack.

"This is your portrait rights dividend bill."

Swish~

Accompanied by a flash of blue light, Uchiha Gin only felt his eyes blur, and the bill he had just been holding in his hand appeared in Senju Tobirama's hand.

Uchiha Gin's dull eyes landed unobtrusively on Senju Tobirama, who was flipping through the bill, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

Not a clone; has the main body finally returned?

"Oh? Oh! Oh~"

Senju Tobirama, holding the bill, experienced three completely different stages in just a few seconds, finally settling on a kind-hearted expression.

"Is there really this much?"

Waving the bill in his hand, Senju Tobirama was a bit incredulous.

"Of course not."

Uchiha Gin shook his head.

"You dare to play me!"

"Gin-san, you are truly the number one developer in Konoha!"

"Just living up to the name~"

Facing the sincere flattery of his cheap disciple, Uchiha Gin waved his hand calmly, indicating it was just a basic operation.

"By the way, Gin-san, why did you come to this godforsaken place?"

After organizing the ideas Uchiha Gin had proposed, Danzo curiously asked why the other had come here.

You know, the forest he was in now was extremely remote, and generally, no one would come near here, which was why Danzo chose this place to practice his secret techniques, to avoid having his perky buttocks peeped at.

"Your master is here to find you."

"Ha? I have no money!"

Hearing that Uchiha Gin's purpose for this trip was himself, Danzo was so scared he immediately covered his pockets.

Sudden enthusiasm between adults, besides borrowing money, meant nothing else.

"Tsk, look at how stingy you are. You've been stingy since you were a kid. Have you finished paying back the money you borrowed for the mirror?"

"That's a matter between us brothers..."

Danzo immediately looked away, and it was clear he definitely hadn't paid back the money he borrowed.

"Alright, you're already a father, can you have some sense of responsibility? I really don't know when you will grow up."

"Ha???"

Uchiha Gin's words were shocking, scaring Danzo so much that the pants he had just pulled up almost slid down again.

"What are you talking about? What father? I am still a virgin!"

Danzo, with a flushed face, grabbed his waistband, swearing to fight for his reputation to the death.

"Uh?"

Looking at Danzo's intense reaction, it was Uchiha Gin's turn to frown.

This kid's reaction didn't look like he was acting; after all, the 5.5th Hokage's acting skills were poor enough that anyone could see at a glance he was a "pot king" (scapegoat).

"You are a virgin?"

Looking Danzo up and down, Uchiha Gin asked with a teasing expression.

"That's for sure! I swore to keep myself pure for Koharu!"

Could it really be a misunderstanding?

Danzo was a child Uchiha Gin had beaten from a young age; he could tell at a glance if the other was lying.

Scratching his head with some difficulty, Uchiha Gin suddenly asked,

"Have you been to the Land of Rivers for missions in the past few years?"

"Land of Rivers?"

Danzo, who was suddenly asked, blinked, and his brain began to run at high speed. After a few minutes, he replied,

"A year ago, I went to the Land of Rivers to carry out an assassination mission."

Oh ho!

The timing matched!

"Tell me in detail!"

"Ah, Gin-san, this is classified, I can't disclose it."

Danzo shook his head with some difficulty. Their Anbu assassination missions were all issued personally by the Hokage and the Secretary, belonging to the village's top secret.

"Fine, fine, fine, I won't ask about the mission details. You just need to tell me if you know a woman named Miya."

Involving secrets, Uchiha Gin found it inconvenient to ask more, and he wasn't interested in it either. Danzo could kill whoever he wanted.

But since you kid have caused a pregnancy now, I have to take care of it.

"Miya?"

Danzo's expression froze upon hearing the name, his brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of inexplicable emotion flashed in his eyes. A moment later, he nodded gently.

"I have some impression of her. She was a civilian I met during the mission in the Land of Rivers. She even saved my life once."

"This part of the plot can be detailed now, right?"

"That can be done."

Nodding with a strange expression, Danzo told the story of what happened a year ago.

A year ago.

"Danzo, I leave this mission to you. Don't let your master down."

Senju Tobirama looked up, looked at Danzo wearing an Anbu mask, and handed over the mission scroll in his hand.

"I guarantee to complete the mission!"

"An assassination mission... a piece of cake."

Danzo, unfolding the mission scroll, looked at the very simple mission in his hand, and a smile of certainty appeared on his face. For him, who had the strength of a top Jonin and carried a unique secret technique, such a mission could be completed with his eyes closed.

Danzo set off immediately. After simply packing some necessities, he embarked on the journey to the Land of Rivers alone.

With a ninja's pace, Danzo soon arrived outside a village in the Land of Rivers. Looking at his conspicuous ninja outfit and forehead protector, he chose to disguise himself, turning into a travel-worn traveler.

"A bowl of plain noodles."

The best place to gather information was in the bustling market. Danzo, who was well-versed in this, chose the most crowded place in the village, randomly found a noodle stall, placed his luggage for hiding his identity to the side, and said without looking up.

"Just a bowl of plain noodles?"

A lively female voice suddenly rang out. Danzo frowned and said impatiently,

"Yes."

Then he pricked up his ears and began to listen to the gossip of the old men and women nearby. His target for this trip was staying in this village.

"Your noodles are ready."

Feeling the heat coming from the table in front of him, Danzo picked up a pair of chopsticks casually. Just as he was about to eat, he found that what was placed in front of him was not the plain noodles he had ordered.

"You served the wrong one, right?"

Danzo put down his chopsticks.

"Sigh, give me a board!"

The female voice that had just asked rang out again. This time, Danzo looked directly at the owner of the voice.

The other had long, smooth hair, and her fair cheeks were stained with flour. Her appearance wasn't stunning, but it was very comfortable to look at. Her two watery, big eyes revealed the unique innocence of a country girl.

"If it's not enough, I can give you a refill."

Seeing Danzo staring straight at her, a blush flashed on the noodle stall girl's face. She quickly looked away, her flour-covered hands nervously rubbing her long skirt, which had been washed until it was white.

"No need, I just want my plain noodles."

Pushing the noodles with a few pieces of beef added back, Danzo shook his head expressionlessly.

Naturally suspicious, he had already begun to wonder if he had been exposed, and perhaps there was deadly poison hidden in this bowl of noodles.

"But you..."

The girl's gaze fell on Danzo's slightly abrupt perky buttocks. Compared to these buttocks, his body looked very thin, as if he were malnourished.

"I don't eat beef."

"Alright, alright."

There was no other way; the girl had to take the beef noodles back. Before long, she brought back a bowl of bland, tasteless plain noodles. But this time, Danzo didn't dare to use his chopsticks, frowning and wondering if he had revealed any flaws anywhere.

"Why aren't you eating?"

This time, the girl sat directly on the stool opposite Danzo, blinking her eyes curiously.

"Not hungry for now."

"Are you a traveler? My name is Miya, and my family runs this noodle stall."

Staring at Danzo, who had a "strangers keep away" expression, for a long time, the girl finally gathered the courage to introduce herself.

"Oh."

"How can you be so impolite? A girl introduced herself, and you only replied with an 'oh'!"

The girl pouted, complaining in a spoiled, naive way.

"Nohara Hiroshi."

Danzo, full of doubts in his heart, after a simple thought, gave himself a fake name.

"Na na, Mr. Nohara, are you from the Land of Fire?"

Miya's eyes revealed a longing for the unknown, and she asked cautiously.

"No."

Taking advantage of the gap in the conversation with the girl, a flash of silver light crossed Danzo's fingertips. He glanced obscurely at a small tool for testing poison, and after finding the noodles were non-toxic, he began to eat heartily.

The girl wasn't angry either, smiling as she watched Danzo eat the noodles she had made. Until the other finished eating, she stood up excitedly.

"I'll..."

"Thanks for the treat."

Danzo didn't want to have any entanglements with non-mission targets. After throwing down a few copper coins, he got up and left.

Watching Danzo's retreating figure, the girl named Miya pursed her lips, picked up the copper coins on the table with a dejected expression, and began her day-after-day work.

"Miya~"

Suddenly, a slightly lewd voice rang in the girl's ear. Miya looked up in terror, looking at two middle-aged men with ferocious faces. Her delicate body couldn't stop trembling.

"You... what do you want to do?"

"Hehe, ever since our master ate the noodles you made, he has been absent-minded, so he sent us to invite you to the hotel where he is staying, to taste the noodles you made properly~"