MM Racing Chapter 160: How many five-year periods are there in a lifetime?
Chapter 160: How many five-year periods are there in a lifetime?
In the 380th year of the Ninja Era, after more than a decade of recovery, the ninja world enjoyed peace and harmony, with nations living in harmony—an unprecedented golden age had arrived!
"For 500 years, there have been no large-scale wars in the ninja world."
"In the year 641 of the Ninja Calendar, three hundred years have passed since that grand and sweeping battle against the Six Paths of Demons. However, people can still learn about that battle through the official historical records of various countries. The battlefields of that time still serve as a warning to everyone."
"The year 800 of the Ninja Era has finally arrived. We have enjoyed five hundred years of prosperity, but all good things must come to an end. Fortunately, it was just a disturbance within the Ninja Clan..."
Myobokusan History Museum
Black Zetsu and Fukasaku were typing on the keyboard together, saving the history to the computer.
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Meanwhile, in the human world
Deep within the Uchiha clan's territory
A courtyard filled with cherry trees.
In late spring, pink and white cherry blossoms fall softly.
In the center of the courtyard, on the tatami mats, sat an elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a plain kimono. His eyes and brows held a serenity and loneliness that had endured for a thousand years. This was none other than Manji.
Wanci held an old scroll in his hands, but his gaze did not fall on the words.
He simply gazed at the cherry blossoms fluttering in the air, his fingertips tracing the edge of the book's pages, and murmured a sigh:
"Another five hundred years have passed... The day of Hashirama and Madara's birth is getting closer and closer."
For the past five hundred years, Manji has been wandering the ninja world, traversing every inch of the five great nations, witnessing the prosperity of golden ages and the everyday life of ordinary people. His immortal body has allowed him to witness too many changes and separations.
In recent years, he has found this quiet place and settled down to temporarily reside with the Uchiha clan.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, he used subtle illusion techniques, so that in the minds of the Uchiha clan leader and elders, he was just an old man who had lived for a long time in the clan.
He was a highly respected elder in the community, but no one knew his true origins or the long years he had lived.
A gentle breeze blew by, and a cherry blossom petal drifted down, landing perfectly in his outstretched palm.
"How boring..."
He gently pinched that soft petal ten thousand times, and then sighed softly.
Having lived too long, he had long stood at the pinnacle of ninja power. The invincible years had smoothed out all the ripples, leaving only loneliness.
I used to think that being invincible was so lonely, but that was just a meme.
Only now do I realize that I am truly lonely.
A thousand years ago, he was an immortal. He always felt that a thousand years was just a blink of an eye. His immortal lifespan made him have no concept of the passage of time and he just lived an ordinary life.
But only after truly experiencing this thousand years firsthand do you realize how suffocatingly long time is.
He knew in his heart that in the original story, the ninja world, from the establishment of Konoha by Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha to the end of the Fourth Shinobi World War, was only a hundred years old!
Just like the scenes in his past life memories.
From the fall of the Qing Dynasty to the reform and opening up in 1978, only 66 years had passed!
In just a few decades, the world can be transformed, but his millennium is nothing but the monotony and waiting day after day.
Having already grasped the vastness of the universe, I still cherish the green of the grass and trees...
When he had just lived for a hundred years, Wanci felt that his future was bright and that he had plenty of time to do what he wanted.
After living for three hundred years, Wanci gradually calmed down...
Five hundred years later, Wanci gradually became ruthless, his only obsession being to break through the Six Realms.
Eight hundred years later, Wanci began to feel sentimental and started to think that a thousand years was really too long...
"Grandpa, Grandpa, what are you thinking about?"
A soft, childlike voice suddenly came from behind, interrupting Wanci's thoughts.
A pair of small arms gently encircled his neck, and the child carried a faint scent of ink and brush.
Wanci snapped out of his daze, the loneliness on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a gentle smile, and slowly turned to look behind him.
Holding him was a handsome Uchiha child with delicate features. His small Sharingan eyes had not yet been awakened, and his eyes were full of childlike innocence and dependence.
"Odajima, you're back from the clan middle school?"
Wanci raised his hand and gently stroked the child's soft hair.
He met this child when he first arrived in the Uchiha clan's territory.
At that time, Uchiha Tajima had just been born to his parents when they died.
When he heard his name ten thousand times, the thought arose in his mind, and he immediately decided to adopt this orphaned child.
Manji felt that since they had met, it must be fate, especially since the person in front of him, Uchiha Tajima, was Uchiha Madara's father.
In these thousands of years, it is rare for such a small life to enter his lonely time.
"Yes, Grandpa! Today at school we learned the Uchiha family's throwing technique. I've completely mastered the kunai throwing technique, and I'm even better than all the other kids who learned with me. Let me demonstrate for you!"
Uchiha Tajima immediately raised his little face and spoke with pride.
Without waiting for Manji to say anything more, Tajima reached out her small hand, pulled up Manji's sleeve, and gently helped him up.
He pulled Wanci towards the open space at the end of the yard.
Then Uchiha Tajima bent down and picked up a few smooth pebbles from the ground, using them as kunai.
First, stand still, grip the pebble tightly in your little hand, lower your shoulders, raise your arm, and aim!
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Three crisp whooshing sounds rang out in succession!
Tajima flicked his wrist, and three pebbles flew out of his hand in an instant, carrying a small gust of wind as they flew straight toward the wall in front of him.
There were three soft "tap tap tap" sounds!
The three pebbles landed precisely in the center of the circle drawn on the wall, without any deviation.
After the demonstration, Tajima immediately turned around, put his hands behind his back, puffed out his chest, and stared at Manji expectantly, waiting for his praise. His little face was full of undisguised pride.
Looking at the precocious little boy before him, Manji's smile deepened. He nodded slightly, his tone full of genuine praise: "Not bad, not bad. At such a young age, to have mastered such throwing skills with such precision, with power, accuracy, and feel all perfectly balanced, far surpassing children of the same age. With such talent, Tajima, you are destined for a bright future in ninjutsu and will surely become a leading figure in the Uchiha clan."
Gaining Grandpa's approval
Tajima's smile instantly blossomed, his round eyes curving into little crescents, and he happily bounced lightly on the spot!
"Then, Grandpa, Grandpa, am I the most talented child you've ever seen?"
Uchiha Tajima then moved closer to Manji, tilting his head up and asking curiously.
Seeing his expectant look, Wanci naturally understood.
If we're talking about true talent in the ninja world, Tajima is naturally no match for Otsutsuki Hagoromo or Hamura, much less for Ashura or Indra, who are born descendants of sages. But how could he tell the truth to the little child in front of him who was full of joy?
Soothing a child
Wan paused deliberately, then chuckled with a teasing tone, "No, you are the second genius I have ever seen."
"Oh?"
Upon hearing this, Tajima's happiness faded slightly.
Immediately afterwards, a surge of curiosity welled up inside me.
Uchiha Tajima tugged at Manji's clothes and shook him, eagerly asking, "Second? Then who's the number one genius? Grandpa, tell me quickly!"
Seeing the child's impatient look
He feigned hesitation, his fingertips gently stroking his chin.
He then slowly said, "As for being number one... the title of the number one genius in the ninja world naturally belongs to your grandpa!"