Hiruko set a personal deadline of one month to master the intricacies of advanced sealing techniques.
Minato Namikaze had clearly come prepared. He pulled a mountain of examination scrolls from a storage seal—foundational tests designed to gauge a student's aptitude. Hiruko began writing furiously. The difficulty was no joke; even with his scientific mind, the logic of the Uzumaki-style formulae required significant mental gymnastics.
In the end, he managed to complete only half of the complex papers before the time was up.
Minato reviewed the answers with a serious expression, his internal surprise growing. Hiruko's grasp of the underlying principles was profound. After finishing his review, Minato gave a thumbs-up and offered a sincere compliment.
"Senior Hiruko, your foundations are incredibly solid. Based on these results, your current knowledge has already reached the Level of an Intermediate Sealing Master."
"However," Minato continued, "Sealing arts are generally divided into three major categories: Physical Sealing, Chakra Sealing, and Spiritual Sealing. Which branch do you intend to focus on first?"
"Physical Sealing is for objects—most ninja use it for storage scrolls. Spiritual Sealing targets memories and the soul itself. Chakra Sealing, of course, is the most widely applied in combat and containment."
"These are just my personal summaries," Minato added. "There are rarer, more niche categories, but they are seldom mentioned or aren't practical for standard shinobi use."
It was worth noting that Minato's Flying Thunder God was a masterpiece created by integrating the Second Hokage's space-time seals with the Uzumaki clan's unique techniques.
"Spiritual Sealing!" Hiruko answered without a second's hesitation.
As a transmigrator, Hiruko prioritized his mental world above all else. In his pursuit of immortality, the greatest enemy wasn't physical injury, but the slow decay of the spirit.
Minato was slightly taken aback. Most sought the power of Chakra Sealing for its immediate combat utility.
"Are you certain?" Minato asked.
"Quite. I have sufficient mastery of Physical and Chakra sealing for my current needs. What I lack is the architecture to protect and manipulate the spirit."
"Understood," Minato said, scratching his head sheepishly. "I'll have to end today's session early. I brought a lot of materials for Chakra seals, but I'll need to organize the advanced Spiritual scrolls for you by tomorrow."
Over the next two weeks, Hiruko became a sponge, absorbing advanced knowledge of the soul's barriers. Time flew by like a white stallion passing a crevice, and before anyone realized it, October had arrived.
Uchiha Mikoto had already successfully given birth. Meanwhile, the current Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, Kushina Uzumaki, spent much of her time resting. Her vibrant, blood-red hair was spread across her chest as she lay in a specialized medical facility.
Because her pregnancy was reaching its final stages, a suction-cup-like device was attached to her distended abdomen. To an outsider, it looked like a contraption from a mad scientist's lab.
In the world of Naruto, if one sought a near-infinite power source, what could be more convenient than the Nine-Tails "Power Bank"?
As the delivery date approached, Kushina's health became the village's top priority. Hiruko and Tsunade, as the twin pillars of Konoha's medical and scientific advancement, shouldered the responsibility of the Jinchuriki's prenatal care.
Hiruko utilized his technological sensors to monitor the Nine-Tails' chakra fluctuations. Looking at the data scrolling across his screen, he fell into deep thought.
The way people in this world thought was worlds apart from modern humans. Even when they "evolved" into powerful bloodline users, they never truly controlled the process. It was always a roll of the dice—a mutation of fate that people simply accepted.
The instinct of every living thing is to seek evolution—longer life, greater power. Yet, in this entire world, besides Orochimaru, no one pursues immortality. That is fundamentally abnormal.
They took the god-like power of the Jinchuriki and wasted it on mindless slaughter. They refined their killing arts to a terrifying degree, yet ignored the biological decay of their own bodies.
"If a path of cultivation is flawed from the very first step," Hiruko mused, "then even the most world-shaking ninja might not even live as long as a commoner. Isn't that a profound tragedy?"
The more he thought, the more he felt the "Shinobi System" was a meticulously designed conspiracy—this world was a giant training ground. They bred geniuses, taught them to kill, and then let them turn to dust, their glories vanishing with their last breath.
Hiruko's obsession with reaching the ultimate stage of life reached a fever pitch. He stared at his tablet, sometimes frowning, sometimes sighing in lamentation.
Beside him, Kushina was perfectly relaxed. She was busy cooing over "Sasuke"—the infant in Mikoto's arms—completely ignoring Hiruko's philosophical brooding.
Meanwhile, at the Uchiha Clan Meeting, the atmosphere was suffocating. Unlike the celebratory mood of the past, a heavy shadow loomed over the hall—the silence before a storm.
Thud! The sound of a hand slamming onto a table cracked through the air like thunder. Uchiha Tekka, a prominent Jonin with a distinct mark between his brows, stood up abruptly. His eyes burned with a fiery rage.
"What exactly is the Third Hokage planning?!" he roared.
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