The Nine-Tails chakra receded from Kushina, restoring her original attire.
She looked at the blooming flower in her hand, her small head filled with confusion, taphorical question marks practically hovering above it.
"I've mastered a technique that allows to borrow the power of the deceased. Every ti I use it, so residual energy remains. Who knows? One day, you might see suddenly awaken a pair of Mangekyō Sharingan."
Yamanaka Shinno scratched his cheek, casually attributing his newfound Wood Release abilities to his so-called "Borrowed Account Login."
(T/N: [Borrowed Account Login] (Purple): Grants the ability to connect with souls in the Pure Land, temporarily borrowing their peak-level abilities. Each use leaves behind residual energy, permanently strengthening the user.)
"That's amazing~!"
Kushina nodded dumbly, instinctively supporting her boyfriend as always.
After a brief pause, she asked again, "Why did Kurama react like that? And just now—when it said your power was too strong—was it referring to so past event?"
"Are you sure that's what you should be focusing on?"
"Oh? Is Shinno fishing for complints? I can praise you so more if you want~?"
"...Forget it. I'd rather tell you the story about spiky-hair and bowl-cut competing over who could pee the farthest."
Rolling his eyes, Shinno sighed as they walked toward Uzumaki Clan's Mask Storage Temple, continuing their conversation about the early days of Konoha.
...
Upon arriving at Storage Temple, the two of them sat on the veranda, enjoying breakfast.
Less than ten minutes later, Uzumaki Honoka arrived, carrying a small wooden bucket and a cleaning cloth.
After exchanging greetings, Shinno quickly finished the last of his buns. Leaving a Flying Thunder God seal on the veranda, he teleported to Konoha's riverbank to fetch water.
anwhile, Kushina and Honoka gathered tools from the storage room and began efficiently cleaning the Storage Temple, sweeping away dust, fallen leaves, and other debris that had blown in. Slowly but surely, they restored the place to its forr condition.
"There are so many masks hanging on this wall. Does each one represent a deity?" Shinno asked casually, voicing his curiosity.
"Mm-hmm! This is the Sea God, this is the Moon Goddess, this is Inari Ōkami, this is the Fire God, and this one is..."
"Do they all have contracts and special sealing jutsu like the Grim Reaper?"
"Not exactly. According to Grandma Mito, most of these deities vanished a long, long ti ago. Only three remain, and each has a unique contract and sealing technique."
"Did Grandma Mito preserve them all?"
"She only kept Shiki Fūjin... Honoka, do you know them?"
Kushina turned to Honoka, who hesitated before shaking her head.
"My parents never learned such advanced techniques."
Compared to Kushina, she knew even less about these things. And jutsu requiring a divine contract didn't sound like sothing just any clan mber could master.
"Hehe~ Grandma Mito left behind a lot of interesting techniques. Want to check them out together soti?"
"Eh? Really?"
"Of course!"
"Kushina, you're the best~!"
"That's because you're the best, Honoka!"
The two girls giggled, linking arms and whispering about who-knows-what.
Shinno, anwhile, focused on the wall adorned with twenty-seven masks.
A long, long ti ago—just how long was that?
He wondered if Orochimaru could reverse-engineer those lost sealing techniques through research.
"Forget it..."
Shinno sighed and shook his head, deciding to let go of his grudge against Konoha's past leadership.
He'd cursed them enough tis—he was tired. Whatever.
As the girls diligently restored the Storage Temple, Shinno turned his attention to the purple trait [Borrowed Account Login], pondering whether he should summon Senju Hashirama to establish a contract.
After all, what if Kushina suddenly got the idea to et her grandmother's husband?
"Kushina, I need to take care of sothing. If you need , use this."
He raised his arm, pointing at his wrist.
"Mm-hmm!"
Kushina waved him off with a bright smile, already deep in whispered conversation with Honoka.
...
With a flicker, Shinno teleported into the Root base.
He nodded to his shadow clone, which was sitting at Danzo's desk, processing docunts. Sparing a glance at "Danzo"—who was crouched in the corner, reading a picture book—Shinno turned and made his way to the lowest level of the Root's sealed archives.
Ten minutes later, after dispelling layers of seals, he retrieved a storage jar containing a palm-sized piece of flesh.
Once again, he used Flying Thunder God to teleport into a secluded forest—the sa place where he had experinted with Wood Release.
Using Wood Release: Four Pillar House Technique, he quickly constructed a wooden cabin.
Setting Hashirama's flesh on the floor, he began drawing an intricate and eerie technique formula around it with chakra.
The mont he completed the final stroke, the complex markings glowed with an eerie blue light.
A dim, ominous door exuding decay and a sinister aura appeared in the center of the formation.
"Tch—So I have to ntion sothing the target cares about to summon them? Such a hassle."
Shinno clicked his tongue in annoyance.
After thinking for a mont about what might get Hashirama's attention, he called out,
"Lord Hashirama, I'm your granddaughter Tsunade's brother-in-law. Wouldn't you like to see her? Or take a look at Konoha now?"
No response.
Shinno frowned and tried again.
"Lord Hashirama, disaster has struck! Your granddaughter Tsunade beca the Fourth Hokage! She's gambling away the entire village! You have to stop her!"
Still nothing.
"Lord Hashirama! The Third Shinobi War has broken out! Konoha is being besieged by four Great Shinobi Villages! We're about to be wiped out! Help!"
Silence.
"Damn it!"
"Hey, Hashirama! Madara says he can pee farther than you! That he can skip stones better than you! And that if it weren't for you standing behind him, he would've won back then—"
BAM!
Before Shinno could finish, the decayed door was violently kicked open.
Senju Hashirama stord out of the Pure Land, his face dark with fury.
"You t Madara? That bastard! He never beat even once!"
"...Yeah, I t him."
Shinno stared at the legendary shinobi, feeling utterly speechless.
Konoha's destruction wouldn't bring him back, but one ntion of Uchiha Madara and he ca charging out?
And the first thing he asked was whether Shinno had actually t Madara.
Was this the power of true friendship?
"Your chakra feels unfamiliar. I don't recall eting you before. And Madara died before I did—how could you have seen him?"
"Madara used Izanagi's transcription seal to rewrite his death and revive himself soti after he passed."
"Hahahaha! I knew that bastard wouldn't go down so easily! Damn it, I got tricked!"
Hashirama burst into hearty laughter, hands on his hips.
Then, with a more serious expression, he asked, "So, you summoned because Konoha is truly in danger? War again, huh?"
"Uh… actually, I made that up."
"...Tsunade, then?"
"Also made up."
Hashirama sighed, rubbing his temples. "Do you ever tell the truth?"
"I really am your granddaughter's brother-in-law."
"That's a weird way to put it… My granddaughter's sister isn't my granddaughter?"
Hashirama stroked his chin, processing the implications.
Then, his expression suddenly changed.
"Wait… This sounds like a family tragedy! Even in death, I'm dragged into drama?!"
Shinno deadpanned. "I ant through Grandma Mito's side."
Hashirama went completely still.
After a long silence, he murmured, "Did… Mito… remarry?"
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