Humans are good at forgetting, or people always ignore the cruel reality and imagine that tomorrow will be better. There is nothing wrong with the villagers putting the recent war behind them and looking forward to a new life.

Living in the ninja world, they have come to a conclusion that there must be peace after every war, and after the war, good days will follow.

For a time, the number of people getting married in Konoha increased rapidly!

Uh...that's about it.

As expected, the Sand Village put all the blame on Orochimaru. After all, the death of the Fourth Kazekage was very convincing.

The third generation Sarutobi didn't say much. His reputation as the mastermind behind the ninja world was not false. He knew the ins and outs of it better than anyone else. But as for politics, it's better to pretend to be ignorant. We can still be good friends after smiling at each other.

The Sand Village apologized sincerely and with full sincerity; the Konoha Village was not fussy and was magnanimous. Both sides stopped fighting and made peace, which became a good story for a while.

Duke was not too panicked. Firstly, he was skilled and brave, and secondly, he had seen the dark space too many times and was used to it. Compared with the darkness of the unknown space, this nameless place in front of him at least had a light.

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Jiraiya? It's a good fit, but given his personality, he would probably refuse outright.

But suddenly he thought, and felt that something was wrong. The host of this place invited him in, but was so arrogant. It was indeed underestimating him, Du.

It's such a pity that there was no fight! The three shadows who did not want to reveal their names secretly said it was a pity. They wanted to plan something, but the battle came so suddenly and ended inexplicably. It was too late for them to take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble.

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"Who should I look for..." Sarutobi Hiruzen looked at the village outside the window, thinking hard but to no avail, and decided to call Jiraiya over to discuss it.

Then……

On the ground, the reincarnated bodies of Hashirama and Tobirama were lying side by side, their eyes closed, their bodies covered with black spells, which occasionally shook and stopped after wandering for a distance.

Duke looked at his empty palm and thought to himself what a pity, he was so close to grabbing it. Although he might not be able to obtain the power of the Six Paths, people are like this. Even when they know that something is impossible, they still have some hope.

It seemed to be a hall where gods were worshipped. In the center was a statue of a god. The name of the god was unknown, but he had two horns on his head, three eyes, and an old-fashioned bun. Overall, his face was solemn and dignified, yet also had a bit of ferocious murderous intent.

The Sand Village begged for peace, and their attitude was very humble, just short of surrendering. The third generation Sarutobi just left a long bill and hid in the Hokage building, feeling sad. The man who stood behind him silently, helped him to protect him from the wind and rain, and would stand up to take the blame for him whenever a difficult incident occurred was gone.

Cough cough, what am I doing? Why am I thinking of Kai? When people get old, they start to have all kinds of random thoughts.

It must be an evil god!

Duke?

Duke pressed the switch, and the energy liquid in the nutrient tank was drained. He waited for the lid to slowly open, then he pressed the soul into the clone's body.

There was no more. Duke's head sank, and the scene in front of him suddenly darkened. When he came to his senses, it was pitch black all around him, extending to the end of the distance. Under his feet was the ink-like water surface. He raised his foot and stepped down, creating white ripples.

The ripples under his feet spread out in circles, and Duke was walking on dark water, and soon he arrived in front of the palace. The cracked blank plaque, four paint-chipped pillars, and the wooden door that had been in disrepair for so long that it was useless, the dilapidated building had a strong sense of age.

Duke, who had the experience of reviving Minato and Kushina, easily activated the Sage Mode, and the shadow of the Grim Reaper appeared behind him. At first, you might think the Grim Reaper is ugly, but after getting used to it, you will find that the Grim Reaper is not ugly, but really ugly.

Duke did not take the shabby palace lightly, because various routines showed that the more dilapidated the temple, the more likely it was that a hermit would live there.

No, absolutely not. The village will be ruined within ten years.

The Six Paths Sage looked unhappy, but he couldn't be blamed. After all, no one would be happy to meet an ignorant junior. Especially since this junior knew that this was his dojo and was still planning to rob tombs. What was the difference between this and digging up his grave in front of him?

The lights in the secret room were bright, but it gave people a gloomy chill, because there were more than a hundred identical evil ghost masks hanging on the lonely wall.

The clone's heart beat faster, and its breathing became rapid for a few seconds before stabilizing. Putting on the death mask, Duke saw Hashirama's soul merge into the new body in his black and white vision.

Kakashi? Not quite suitable either. Although he can fight anyone for 300 rounds, his physique is too weak to kneel down after a fight. He needs more training to become a Hokage.

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When other ninja villages mention Konoha and Sunagakure, they will give a thumbs up and praise from the bottom of their hearts: MMP!

When he thought of this, the third generation Sarutobi burst into tears. Without the hardworking Danzo, how could he maintain his great and glorious image as Hokage?

Everything was ready. Duke fished out a blue soul ball from Hashirama. The legendary god of the ninja world had a soul that was no different from that of an ordinary person. Duke took a look and came to the nutrient tank. The accelerated growth process had ended. Hashirama's clone lay quietly inside. His facial features, height and body shape were exactly the same as when Hashirama was reincarnated.

His unconventional behavior left the host speechless. A faint sigh was heard, and the scenery around Duke changed again, and he came directly into the palace.

"Danzo, you just left like that... You left so suddenly, so unexpectedly, and without even telling me." The third generation Sarutobi wiped away the tears from his eyes. In order not to lose his reputation in his later years, he decided: "It's time to find a successor!"

"I fell asleep?" Duke exclaimed in surprise. The scene before him was too familiar. However, he soon realized that the scene before him seemed to be some kind of opened barrier, or his spirit had entered a certain realm.

Duke was slandering in his heart, but suddenly his eyes lit up, because the statue had its arms bent forward, with its palms in a position about to join together, and in the center of the palms, there was a sun-shaped symbol representing Yang Dun, and a moon-shaped symbol representing Yin Dun.

Duke couldn't take his eyes off it after just one look, and excitedly jumped onto the statue's left hand and pressed it on the sun-shaped symbol of Yang Dun. Unfortunately, before he could press it down hard, the light and shadow changed again, and the statue disappeared, replaced by an old man with a long beard sitting cross-legged and floating in the air.

Figures flashed through the mind of the Third Generation Sarutobi. He lit his pipe and puffed out smoke, considering each one.

Kay...

"Hehe, it's not that easy to show off in front of me!" Duke snorted coldly. If you want me to go in, I will go in, but that would make me lose face. But today I won't do as you wish.

Duke looked at a palace, or a shrine, or a dojo-like building a hundred meters ahead, frowned, and strode forward.

Somewhere in Konoha Village, in an underground secret room, in an open space of nearly 100 square meters, there are ten nutrient troughs more than two meters long.

The Sage of Six Paths - Otsutsuki Hagoromo!

After saying that, Duke put his fingers together in front of his chest, and his mental power instantly condensed into the size of a needle tip, bombarding the barrier of the barrier, trying to leave by force.

Duke picked out a demon mask and put it on his face, then started to perform a ritual... ahem, to start the ceremony.

Then, several figures flashed by one after another, and Sarutobi Hiruzen found sadly that the huge village could not find a suitable successor. There were many people who had both good character and strength, but they either did not have enough qualifications or were not from the lineage of Hokage, and failed to inherit the Will of Fire and could not take on the great responsibility.

"Who is it that can pull my spirit into this small world without my reaction? It doesn't seem difficult to guess." Duke guessed who the owner of this place was after a brief thought. He was immediately eager to push the door open.

After sighing, he looked again and saw the Six Paths Sage holding the black staff with an unhappy expression, as if he was ready to attack him. He quickly coughed lightly and transformed himself into a gentleman.

It’s always true that old people like polite young people, and Duke decided to leave a good impression on the Sage of Six Paths.

There is a saying that goes, first impressions are important! "Hello, Six Paths Sage. I didn't know this was your dojo. I was too careless earlier."

Duke said this with great respect, and it came from his heart rather than being deliberate. Although the chakra of the Six Paths Sage in front of him was very thin, as if it would disappear in the next second, Duke knew very well that it was all an illusion.

(End of this chapter)