Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too arrogant

Chapter 505: Let's Go to the World

On the grassland, Tobirama Senju's figure cast a long shadow under the silvery moonlight, dragging Danzo with one hand as if he were dragging a dead dog.

The battle went smoothly.

It was so smooth that it could be described as a "crushing victory." Danzo was indeed once a candidate for the Kage of a village, but without that forbidden technique that could reverse death, and without the Sharingan covering his arms as a bargaining chip, he was just an ordinary Kage-level fighter.

The gap between the two was so vast it was despair-inducing.

So Tobirama won without any doubt, but although he won, Tobirama's heart was heavy.

He glanced down at Danzo, whom he was dragging along. The face that he had once placed so much hope in now only showed twisted pain and lingering resentment.

These are his disciples, people he personally taught, nurtured, and to whom he entrusted his hopes.

But what did this man become after his death? A madman who trained his subordinates by erasing emotions. A demon who forced his brothers to kill each other.

These are all contained within Danzo's sins.

Tobirama longed to shout at Danzo, just like he had during the battle—"How much of my meaning have you misinterpreted?!"

I taught them that ninjas must think rationally and not act on emotion. But this bastard? He interpreted "rationality" as "ruthlessness," and "not acting on emotion" as "erasing all emotions."

Those "Root" members he trained were deprived of emotions from a young age, forced to kill each other, and forced to treat everyone as tools—what kind of "rationality" is that?!

There are also companions from the same village.

Tobirama taught them that sometimes difficult choices must be made for the benefit of the village. But what about this bastard? He interpreted "difficult choices" as "being able to slaughter his own village at will," and "being wary of the Uchiha" as "eliminating the Uchiha."

How could he possibly interpret it that way?!

Tobirama took a deep breath and looked up into the distance. He knew how his older brother would react if he found out about this.

The older brother will definitely be furious, no, not just angry, he will be very, very sad.

The Hall of Reincarnation appeared at the edge of the horizon.

The massive building gleamed with a pale golden light under the moonlight, and the glow of the magic circle emanated from within, casting flickering light on the surrounding grassland. Tobirama quickened his pace, dragging Danzo along in that direction.

However, as he approached the main hall, he was slightly stunned by the sight before him.

It was already very late, and according to the human way of time, it was already midnight—yet the line of people waiting to be reincarnated was still overflowing.

Inside the main hall, the two teams were clearly separated, displaying completely different styles.

On one side is the human path.

That is the passage prepared for souls without sin, while on the other side is the realm of animals.

The two sides have completely different art styles.

The wails of the animals rose and fell.

"No! I don't want to become a pig!"

"Please! Give me another chance! I promise I'll be a good person in my next life!"

"Aaaaaaahh ...

They were a group of villains being forcibly executed. Among them were bandits with the blood of innocent people on their hands, thieves who committed numerous atrocities, traitorous ninjas who betrayed the village, bullies who oppressed men and women, and officials who exploited the people—all of them were people who had harmed many innocent people in their lifetimes.

The crimes committed by these people were so heinous that Tobirama and his "high-ranking combatants" didn't need to personally intervene. The Velociraptor Guards were more than capable of handling them.

At that moment, a herd of velociraptors surrounded the wailing villains, driving them towards the entrance to the animal realm with their sharp claws and powerful tails. The villains struggled desperately, crying and begging for mercy, trying to grasp at the last glimmer of hope—but to no avail. The velociraptors used their heads, tails, and claws to shove them one by one into the portal.

With each one thrown in, one of the wails disappeared.

Those souls will be reborn as animals in the animal realm, repaying their sins in countless reincarnations.

Version 2.0 is a dividing line.

This number is a watershed, dividing souls into two completely different worlds. When Naruto created this set of rules, he didn't simply use numbers to define good and evil, but rather deeply considered the meaning behind each number.

If someone's only acts of petty theft or thievery during their lifetime, no matter how many times they commit these acts, their sin index will at most remain at 1.9.

Such people may be annoying, and they may cause a lot of trouble for others, but in the end, they have never really harmed anyone's life.

But for those souls that have crossed over to version 2.0, the situation is completely different.

This number means that they have blood on their hands, or that their decisions have led to the sacrifice or disaster of others.

As for those souls stuck at 1.9? Those who didn't commit any great evil, but spent their whole lives bullying people, stealing, and causing trouble for others—Naruto designed another path for them.

Time limit.

They are given a fixed period of time to obtain forgiveness from the victims they were alive. As for how to obtain forgiveness? The method is simple: serve them like slaves.

Go and serve those who have been hurt by them, do whatever needs to be done for them, and prove with your actions that you truly know you were wrong. There is no room for bargaining, no excuse of "I have already apologized."

If the deadline has passed and the victim still hasn't forgiven them, or says "let him atone for his sins for a while longer"—then these souls will be sent to another place.

The Hell Realm.

That was a prison that Naruto created himself.

It's not the terrifying hell of legends, with its rolling lava and countless arrows, but a real prison for confinement and rehabilitation. The souls sent here will experience prison life they never experienced in their previous lives.

However, the conditions here are dozens of times more painful than any prison in the real world.

There is no torture of being soaked in lava, no torment of being pierced by thousands of needles—but there is intense mental labor, a prisoner's life devoid of dignity, endless hard labor, and supervision that can never be escaped.

They need to work, do jobs, and create value.

The rewards earned through labor will be entirely given to the souls of those who have been harmed.

In this way, the debts are repaid little by little.

There is only one place where you can truly experience hellish torture.

That is the Asura Realm, a place where violence is used to control violence.

Tobirama's gaze fell upon the silver teleportation portal. The scene before him caused even the Second Hokage, who had witnessed countless tragedies, to frown slightly.

A group of souls are crying out as they are thrown into the Asura realm.

Those souls, each one exuding a repulsive aura. Not ordinary villains, not those forced to kill for survival, but—bloodthirsty killers. Those who enjoyed inflicting pain. Scum who took pleasure in torture and murder.

Their hands are stained with too much blood, their hearts are filled with too much evil, and their favorite thing to do in life was to watch others suffer.

Now, they will experience ten times the pain they inflict on others in the Asura realm.

Tongue removal.

Knife Mountain.

A sea of ​​fire.

Ice.

Oil pan.

Stone pressing.

Every punishment was inflicted upon others in their lifetime. Every pain was something they had endured. And now, they would suffer it tenfold in return.

Isn't that terrible?

Tobirama casually checked a soul that was being thrown into the Asura Path.

I only glanced at it.

The things that soul had done in its previous life sent a chill down his spine, even for a ninja who was used to seeing life and death. It was a humanoid beast that tortured the orphan it had adopted in all sorts of cruel ways, just to enjoy the feeling of having control over life.

Tobirama did not investigate a second one.

Because those few glances were more than all the scum he had ever seen in his entire life.

There are simply too many souls in the Pure Land.

He withdrew his gaze, turned to look at the other side of the hall, and then, his expression... even the rational Tobirama couldn't help but reveal his emotions.

On the other side of the human path, the scene was completely different. There were no wails, no cries, no forced dragging. There were only gentle supports, soft words, and innocent, childlike faces.

A group of children are lining up to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

They were so young, some only five or six years old, some looking even younger, not yet old enough to remember anything. Their eyes didn't hold much emotion, only a kind of bewildered innocence and curiosity about the world around them.

A velociraptor was crouching beside a little girl, gently holding her hand with its huge claw.

The girl looked only four or five years old, wearing a tattered little outfit, her hair a bit messy. She looked up at the velociraptor, which was several times her size, with a hint of reluctance in her eyes.

"Little Dragon, am I about to be reincarnated?"

Her voice was soft, with the sweet, childlike quality of a baby. "I'll miss you a little."

The velociraptor lowered its head and gently touched the top of her head with the tip of its nose. The gesture was incredibly gentle, making it impossible to tell that they were just "guardians" driving away villains.

"Don't be afraid."

It spoke, though its voice was a little hoarse. "After you've seen the world, you'll see me again."

The little girl nodded, seemingly understanding. Then she stood on tiptoe, stretched out her little hand, and patted the velociraptor's big head.

"Then let's pinky swear."

She said it seriously.

"Pinky promise, a hundred years from now."

Not far away, another little boy was riding on the back of a velociraptor. His legs were wrapped around the broad back, his little hands gripped the edges of the dragon scales, and an excited smile was on his face.

"Giddy up! Giddy up!"

He called out, and the velociraptor walked steadily, very slowly, as if afraid of bumping the little guy on its back.

"When you go over there, be a good girl, okay?"

It said softly.

"good!"

The little boy responded loudly and then waved his little hand.

"Charge—!"

On the other side, several children were holding hands, forming a small circle. Their faces showed no fear, only a tension and anticipation unique to facing the unknown.

"What kind of place are we going to?"

A girl with two braids asked.

"have no idea."

The other boy shook his head.

"But the dinosaurs said there would be no more wars there."

"Really?"

"Really. It said there's lots and lots of food there, so we won't go hungry anymore."

"That's great!"

The girl's eyes lit up.

"I've never been truly full..."

Tobirama stood there, watching this scene unfold.

Those children, they are so young, so young that they haven't even had the chance to experience the beauty of this world, yet they have already come here.

They were not ninjas who died in battle; they had no chance to die gloriously on the battlefield.

They were not elderly people who died of old age, and they did not have the opportunity to pass away peacefully surrounded by their children and grandchildren.

They did not die accidentally, and left no regrets or lingering concerns.

They are just children.

These are the children who died because of the war in the ninja world, the children who starved to death because of the lack of resources, the children whose lives ended abruptly before they even had a chance to truly begin.

Those mature souls—they all have people they want to see again, regrets they can't make up for, and attachments they can't let go of. They come to the Pure Land, where they can wait, reunite, and fulfill their wishes.

But these children don't have that.

They came into this world as blank slates, and left it as blank slates before they could write any stories.

There are no memories.

There are no ties.

No regrets.

There was nothing there.

There was only a blank space.

Now, they finally have the chance to go back, back to the world that never treated them kindly, but this time, the world is different.

Tobirama watched those tiny souls, lined up and waiting for their lives to begin anew, accompanied by velociraptors. He didn't know what to say.

I just breathed a sigh of relief in my heart.