"They really can't take a joke. I didn't even use any real pressure, and they already ran off." Watching the guide ninja flee, Isamu leapt onto a tree branch and sat down casually.
Uchiha Zhan followed and sat beside him. "Aren't you worried about corrupting them? What if they actually try to beat me up someday?"
"Haha, with your strength, what are you afraid of? I was just joking with him. If you actually got beaten and lost, I'd be laughing even in my dreams." Isamu patted Zhan on the shoulder.
"Hmph, then you're celebrating too early. With their level, they'd need a few hundred more years of training to even touch me. I have that much confidence," Zhan said proudly.
"Then what are you worried about? In the Ninja World, strength is everything. As long as you're strong, you get to call the shots—just like me right now."
"To put it bluntly, in the entire Ninja World, there are only a handful of people I take seriously. Even they could only last about fifty exchanges against me. Defeating me? Impossible."
Isamu spoke casually, but to Zhan, it sounded overwhelmingly domineering.
"I really envy you. You're only in your twenties and already this strong. Tell me honestly—just how strong are you now?" Zhan asked.
Isamu thought for a moment, then replied confidently, "How strong? Let me put it this way—over the next thirty years, as long as I don't act recklessly, I'll remain invincible."
"Invincible for thirty years? That's insane… but why only thirty?" Zhan asked, confused.
"People age. I won't stay young forever unless I turn into some immortal freak. Maybe in thirty years, the younger generation will surpass me. Who knows?" Isamu said calmly.
"That's true. Being invincible for thirty years is already legendary. Actually… there's something I've wanted to ask you for a long time, but I wasn't sure if I should," Zhan said hesitantly.
"What is it? Just ask. If I can answer, I won't hold back," Isamu said, casually resting his arm on Zhan's shoulder.
"Then I'll ask. Why is it that over the past few years, I've barely seen you train, yet your strength keeps increasing? What's going on?" Zhan asked directly.
"Hmm…" Isamu hesitated.
He didn't expect Zhan—who usually acted like a brute—to be this observant.
With a system, who would still train like a madman? he thought.
But how could he explain that?
Seeing his hesitation, Zhan waved it off. "If it's something you can't talk about, forget it. Everyone has their own secrets. I was just curious."
"It's not that I can't say it—it's just hard to explain. Let me put it this way… I used to be weak. Completely powerless. Until one day, I encountered an opportunity."
"With that opportunity, I went from nothing to becoming a well-known expert. Everyone has their own chance. When it comes, you can rise just as high," Isamu said, replacing the truth with a simpler explanation.
"I see… so it was an opportunity," Zhan nodded.
"No wonder you didn't seem to train much, yet kept getting stronger."
"It looks like opportunity matters more than hard work. I wonder when mine will come. I don't need to be as strong as you—half would be enough," he said with a sigh.
"Who knows? Maybe it'll come tomorrow," Isamu said.
He didn't crush Zhan's hope—but he didn't promise anything either.
"Maybe. Whatever—if it's meant to be, it won't run away. If it's not mine, forcing it is useless," Zhan said, letting it go.
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"Lord Zhan, Lord Isamu, the food is ready!"
The ninjas below had finished preparing the meal. Since the food was sealed in scrolls, it could be taken out and eaten immediately or heated up—very convenient.
"Alright, enough chatting. I haven't eaten all day—I'm starving. You coming?" Zhan stood up.
"You go ahead. I'm not hungry. I'll head back and lie down," Isamu replied, jumping down from the tree and heading toward his building.
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Back inside, Isamu lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Something felt… off.
He had only been away for a single day, yet he already missed Tsunade.
When will this mission end?
"Forget it. I'll just sleep. We have to move again tomorrow."
"One sheep, two sheep, three sheep… baa…"
Before long, he drifted off.
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In his dream—
He stood beneath a vast starry sky.
Before him were countless Ōtsutsuki clan members, each possessing Six Paths-level power. Every attack they launched carried world-destroying force.
Yet Isamu remained calm, a faint smile on his lips.
He raised two fingers.
"Death Beam."
A purple beam shot forward, piercing through over a dozen Ōtsutsuki instantly. Their bodies collapsed as dozens were wiped out in a single strike.
"Ōtsutsuki? Just a bunch of weaklings. Crushing you is no different from stepping on ants."
"Now watch my prince-style combat—ah-da-da-da-da!"
Energy spheres gathered in both hands as he fired them rapidly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions filled the sky. In moments, the entire army of Ōtsutsuki was annihilated.
"Hahaha! What Ōtsutsuki clan? Pathetic! I am the strongest in the entire Ninja World!"
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"Isamu! Wake up! Wake up!"
Zhan's voice echoed.
Isamu slowly opened his eyes—only to see Zhan's face extremely close to his own.
"What the hell—who are you?! Why are you so ugly?!" Isamu blurted out instinctively.
"…What did you say? I came to wake you up out of kindness, and you call me ugly? That's too much!" Zhan snapped.
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding! Your face was just too close—I was still half-asleep," Isamu said, rubbing his eyes.
To be fair, Zhan wasn't ugly at all. Uchiha clan members were generally attractive, thanks to their lineage from Indra.
Indra, the eldest son of the Sage of Six Paths, was famously handsome—so naturally, his descendants inherited good looks.
"I heard you laughing outside and thought you were already awake. But when I came in, you were still dreaming and grinning like an idiot. What were you dreaming about? Tell me," Zhan said with a mischievous grin.
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