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

Chapter 55: Goodnight, Hamura Otsutsuki, Third Hokage of the Ninja Clan!

Hamura Daido in the Depths of the Moon

Inside the hall, only a few dim, ever-burning lamps were lit, their dim light flickering in the empty space, shrouding everything in a hazy gloom.

A huge bed of cold jade lay across the center of the hall, upon which Ōtsutsuki Hamura lay dying.

Time had long since drained the vitality from his body; his aged face was wrinkled like withered tree bark, and his once clear eyes had become cloudy and dim, revealing his frail state as if he were about to burn out.

The vast palace was deathly silent; he was all alone, waiting for the final chapter of his life.

"well……"

A sigh, aged and melancholy, drifted lightly into the cold air.

Hamura felt his life force rapidly draining away, knowing his days were numbered. A trace of unconcealed regret flashed across his cloudy eyes as he murmured, "It's such a pity I couldn't see my brother one last time..."

The person he was thinking of was Hagoromo Otsutsuki, who was far away in the ninja world and his blood-related elder brother.

In that deathly silence, a detached yet familiar voice suddenly rang out from the depths of darkness, piercing the stillness of the hall: "Hamura, it's been nearly a thousand years since we last met. You must be quite old now..."

This voice was like a key, instantly unlocking Hamura's memories that had been sealed for thousands of years.

His cloudy eyes widened suddenly, a look of utter disbelief flashing within them—

How could that person still be alive?!

The darkness inside the hall was suddenly pierced by two eerie purple lights, which were a pair of Rinnegan eyes that shimmered with a deep purple light, standing out conspicuously in the dimness.

Immediately afterwards, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows—it was Wan Ci!

"Hamura, you're so old."

Manji stood with his hands behind his back, his posture still upright, looking calmly at the aged Hamura on the bed.

Hamura opened his mouth, his throat so dry he couldn't utter a coherent sound, his cloudy eyes filled with astonishment: "Sage, you're still here... your eyes..."

He clearly recognized it as the Rinnegan, the Rinnegan belonging to his elder brother, Hagoromo.

"Hagoromo has passed away; his eyes have been entrusted to me."

Ten thousand times he gently raised his hand, his fingertips slowly stroking his eyes. These Rinnegan, having been immersed and nourished by immortal techniques for decades, had long since shed the aura of Hagoromo Otsutsuki and had completely transformed into his own eyes.

Hamura suddenly realized, and nodded gently, his breath growing weaker and weaker: "I see... I really don't have much time left. Over the years, I've always wondered if you or my older brother would come to see me. I never expected that you would actually come..."

Hamura had lived for nearly a thousand years and had long seen through life and death, but he still couldn't hide his longing for his old friends. When he saw Mancho appear, he could only sigh and was no longer surprised by his longevity.

"I've come to see you. How are your funeral arrangements?"

Wanci slowly walked to the bench by the bed and sat down, asking in a calm tone.

Hamura gave a faint smile and said in a soft voice, "Yes, I have long been living out my days on this land. I have long since become indifferent to matters of life and death."

Upon hearing this, Wan Ci simply nodded slightly and said calmly, "I understand."

After a moment of silence, Hamura suddenly looked up at Manji, his tone earnest: "Teacher, could you please keep my body safe?"

Wan Ci was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then slowly nodded and replied, "Mm."

Having received permission, Hamura breathed a deep sigh of relief, as if he had fulfilled his last wish.

He slowly closed his cloudy eyes, his chest rose and fell gently, and then fell silent, completely returning to stillness.

Manji quietly gazed at the lifeless Hamura on the bed, then with a casual wave of his hand, a faint light swept past, and Hamura's body was steadily collected into the scroll.

"As for the branch family and main family on the moon, I don't think it's necessary to continue interfering. I'll take action when they've condensed the Tenseigan."

"They can't control the Reincarnation Eye. This thing must be in my hands to ensure that no disaster will occur."

He murmured to himself a thousand times

After Hamura's death on the moon

About a few years later.

Far away on Earth, the Ninja Clan was also experiencing a foundation-shaking upheaval.

Inside the Ninja Clan's sleeping quarters, Ashura lay on a couch, his life force long since exhausted.

"Cough cough cough... Sarutobi, I... I'm dying, I'm entrusting the Ninjutsu to you."

Ashura's hand trembled as he raised it and tightly grasped the hand of Sarutobi, whose hair had turned completely white, standing beside him.

"Cough cough cough..."

Ashura gasped for breath, each word draining his last bit of life force.

"well....."

Asubi looked down at Ashura, who was exhausted and near death, a deep sigh quietly rose in his heart.

He never imagined that Ashura, the second son of the Sage of Six Paths and a descendant of gods, would have a lifespan shorter than that of a mere mortal like himself.

"Don't worry, Lord Ashura."

Sarutobi composed himself, his expression grave, and gave a solemn guarantee.

"The Ninja Clan now has a large number of members, but morale has long been low... Perhaps, as my brother said, I am simply not suited to be a leader."

Ashura forced a bitter smile, his tone filled with helplessness and self-blame.

Over the years, he governed the Ninja Sect with the principles of tolerance and kindness, but he was indecisive and far less decisive than his elder brother Indra.

The Ninja Clan was formed by blood ties, resulting in numerous factions and cliques of varying sizes. The clan was constantly embroiled in conflict and chaos, barely holding on thanks to his status. Now that he has fallen, the Ninja Clan is in grave danger.

Sarutobi closed his eyes, knowing full well that Ashura's words were true, but in front of the dying man, he couldn't bring himself to offer a direct judgment.

"Sarutobi, I'm so sorry, I've left you with a mess."

Ashura's voice grew weaker and weaker, filled with apology.

Sarutobi lowered his head slightly, his tone firm: "Your subordinate will do everything in his power to protect the Ninja Sect!"

Ashura glanced at the core members of the Ninja Clan behind Sarutobi with some difficulty.

Akimichi, Nara, Yamanaka...

"Sigh, as long as I have a clear conscience, that's enough."

Ashura felt relieved; he couldn't control what the future held for the Ninja Clan.

Take care, just do your best.

Ashura nodded gently, the last glimmer of light in his eyes slowly dissipated, and he closed his eyes completely, passing away peacefully.

a few days later.

Ashura's coffin was placed in the mourning hall.

When no one was around.

Sarutobi stood beside the coffin, his tense face finally relaxing, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

Sarutobi lowered his voice and murmured to himself towards the coffin.

"I have finally waited for this day."

"The Son of God is finally dead, and now it is my turn, the son of mortals, to ascend to the throne..."

............

A month later, the Ninja Clan held a ceremony to mark the succession of its new leader.

Sarutobi ascended to the position of Ninja Clan leader as he wished. Dressed in the sacred white robes exclusive to the Ninja Clan, he slowly ascended the highest altar amidst the reverence and worship of thousands of Ninja Clan disciples.

Looking at the portrait of the Six Paths Immortal, the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Times, hanging in the center of the altar.

"Master, I have now become the Sect Master of the Ninja Sect..."

Sarutobi bowed and knelt, his heart surging with unprecedented pride and admiration.

"I, an old man, have finally waited for this day..."

"From this day forward, I am the third head of the Ninja Clan!"