A veteran of the ninja world: surviving from the Six Paths of Heroes to Boruto

Chapter 132: Black Jue Returns to the Mountain.

Senju Tsuru gazed at Kurokawa, his cloudy eyes filled with decades of confusion, and finally voiced the question that had been lingering in his heart.

Looking at the old man on the bed, who was barely breathing but still stubbornly determined, Black Zetsu sighed softly and slowly said, "Alas, fate, I personally feel that it exists in the dark, but once it encounters enough powerful energy, fate can be easily changed."

"Sufficiently powerful energy? Is it force?"

Senju Tsuru frowned slightly, his gaze lost in deep thought, his hoarse, dry voice filled with confusion.

Black Zetsu simply answered with the simplest metaphor.

"For example, an ant's life involves facing whether it rains, the changing seasons, and whether it can find food to eat. These can all be considered its fate."

But once a powerful force intervenes, everything can be rewritten. Whether you personally confine an ant, casually toss it a piece of food, or even kill it outright, in the ant's eyes, that is an irresistible fate.

Black Zetsu used a metaphor.

Upon hearing this, Senju Tsuru fell into deep thought.

Black Zetsu's words were straightforward and clear. In just a few seconds, he suddenly understood, and a relieved smile spread across his wrinkled face.

"Immortal, so you're saying I'm an ant, and the reason I was able to change my fate is because some powerful force interfered with me, right?"

Senju Tsuru looked up at Kuro Zetsu and pressed for an answer.

Black Zetsu did not answer; his silence was an admission of guilt.

"Who is that person?"

"I have to thank him in person, I really have to kowtow to him."

Curiosity flickered in Senju Tsuru's eyes. For half his life, he had always wanted to know where this mysterious protection came from.

If possible, I really want to meet him.

Black Zetsu shook his head slightly, his tone firm yet helpless: "I really can't tell you that."

"Hahaha....."

Instead, Senju Tsuru laughed.

Having spent decades together, he knew Black Zetsu's nature all too well. If the other party refused to speak, it meant there was a reason that Zetsu could not reveal.

"It seems there are even more immortals than immortals!"

Senjutsu Tsuru stroked her white beard and spoke jokingly.

Black Zetsu wasn't angry; he simply advised in a deep voice, "There are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding. Abandon grand narratives and focus on the present. Sometimes, knowing too much makes you less happy."

"That makes sense!"

Senju nods deeply, his withered fingers stroking his beard, clearly agreeing.

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"In the 310th year of the Ninja Era, Senju Tsuru passed away at the age of one hundred. Her longevity was so great that even the Uzumaki clan, which was known for its long lifespan, could not help but feel awe for her."

The wind on the mountaintop swirled a light mist of dust. Black Zetsu stood still, turning back to gaze at the Thousand Hands Clan's territory below.

He spent several decades with the Senju clan, which wasn't a very long time in his own life...

But the years when he assisted Senju Tsuru from an unknown boy to gradually rise to the position of clan leader and stabilize the ninja world were particularly vivid and profound, etched in his heart.

"I really don't know how Fukasaku will record this history. I must see it when I go back."

Black Zetsu sighed softly, his tone tinged with a hint of unspeakable melancholy.

Black Zetsu did not set off immediately, but sat quietly on the mountaintop and gazed silently for a long time.

His gaze not only lingered on the land of the Thousand Hands tribe, but also swept across the surrounding rolling mountains and fields, taking in all the scenery of the human world.

"What will this land be like hundreds of years from now?"

Black Zetsu muttered to himself, his voice fading into the wind.

He then slowly stood up, turned around, and walked away.

Having spent so long in the human world, witnessing countless conflicts and deceit among different groups, Black Zetsu felt that the outside world was nothing special and offered no particular interest.

But deep down, a heavy worry weighed on my heart.

"However, I need to go back and remind the immortals that the mortal realm is truly a mess..."

In the past, when he was compiling history, he only recorded the suffering of the people on paper, writing cold words such as "people eat each other" and "the people are living in misery".

Only after personally co-governing with the Thousand-Handed Crane and deeply experiencing the myriad aspects of life did he truly see through the core of the chaotic world and clearly understand the extent to which the lower classes of humanity had become corrupt.

If even the Senju clan, which dominates the ninja world, is in such a state, the plight of ordinary mortals who have no support can only be more dire.

If this chaos is allowed to continue, the human world will sooner or later become a true hell. He must report the truth of the human world in its entirety so that the Immortal Wanci will take it seriously.

Black Zetsu moved swiftly, disappearing underground and using a summoning technique to return to the territory of Mount Myōboku.

When Black Zetsu landed, he was on a secluded path at the foot of the mountain, but the sight that greeted him made him freeze in place.

The warm yellow glow of the streetlights spread out along the winding mountain road.

Silver utility poles weave through the mountains and forests like a spider web, while in the distance, railway tracks stretch out, and high-rise buildings rise from the ground and are under construction in the depths of the mountains.

The smell of reinforced concrete mingled with the fragrance of grass and trees in the mountains, which was completely different from the ancient, serene, and enchanting Miaomu Mountain in his memory.

"Wow...this change is really big..."

Black Zetsu muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over the unfamiliar scenery around him. His feet unconsciously stepped onto the stone path beside him, his heart filled with astonishment.

"I clearly remember that Mount Myōboku wasn't like this, but it has changed so much over the years."

Just as Black Zetsu was walking slowly forward

A familiar figure suddenly leaped out from the shadows of the trees beside him, and called out loudly with a hearty laugh:

"Oh my! Brother Black Zetsu, it really is you! You've finally returned! We've been waiting with bated breath!"

Black Zetsu looked up and recognized the person, a warm smile spreading across his face. He stepped forward and teased, "Oh dear, it's been so many years! I've missed you terribly! Your eyebrows have turned even whiter. Managing all the affairs of Mount Myōboku by yourself, aren't you tired?"

"Thank goodness, you're back now. You can lend a hand from now on."

Fukasaku waved his hand, his tone full of joy at the long-awaited reunion.

Black Zetsu looked around, his gaze landing on the novel facilities, and asked curiously, "However, Mount Myōboku has changed so much. Has Gamamaru come up with some new and interesting things over the years?"

Fukasaku nodded repeatedly, then changed the subject, urging, "That's right, these are long stories, and we can't finish explaining them in a short time. The Great Immortal is waiting for you in the main hall right now, so you should go and pay your respects to him quickly."

Upon hearing this, Hei Jue's heart skipped a beat. Without daring to delay, he immediately nodded and said, "Alright, I'll go right away."

But before he could finish speaking, Fukasaku suddenly reached out and stopped him, a meaningful smile on his face, and called out, "Hey, wait a minute, bro! There's someone else you'd never expect waiting to see you too."

Upon hearing this, Black Zetsu raised an eyebrow, his heart filled with confusion.

When Black Zetsu left Mount Myōboku, Kaguya had not yet appeared and was naturally unaware of this past.

Black Zetsu was simply a new character from Mount Myōboku.

He could only scratch his head and say softly, "Oh? I am a little curious."