Chapter 34 The Path to Atonement (Two chapters combined, including a bonus chapter)
Izuna's hurried footsteps faded into the distance, leaving only Yan Sheng's heavy, disordered breathing in the room. He sat blankly on the bed, his body still trembling from the violent coughing, his eyes staring vacantly ahead, as if his soul had not yet fully returned to its place.
His mind was occupied by the contents of that "dream".
—The Avici Hell, 9998 rounds of torture, and that calmly enduring profile... as well as the eerie white rabbit jailer.
All of this was so absurd and bizarre that he subconsciously attributed it to delusions he had while seriously injured and unconscious.
But... every detail is too real.
The scorching wind, the stench of blood, the wailing cries, and the enormous number of sins above Yoriichi's head... could these really be simulated by a dream?
Ultimately, was the "Yoriichi" who initially triggered his rampage... actually real?
......
It's true.
Yan Sheng clenched his fingers so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, bringing a sharp pain.
That's absolutely true.
Even if it's an illusion, it's still a reflection of his thoughts and ideas. He had never imagined what hell actually looked like, let alone knew the details of the so-called eighteen levels of hell. Especially the endless karmic burden that Yoriichi carried, it was definitely not something his subconscious could have fabricated out of thin air.
Therefore, it can only be that... he somehow glimpsed the truth.
The thought of Yoriichi enduring endless, soul-destroying torture in hell for his sake filled Yan Sheng with a suffocating sense of palpitations and self-loathing.
This heavy, unpayable "debt" almost crushed him.
Just as his thoughts were churning and he was finally forcing himself to accept this unbelievable fact, hurried footsteps came from outside the door.
Izuna returned, followed by Hisaji.
—On the way here, Izuna told Kuji that no matter what he saw, he should not be surprised or ask any questions.
Therefore, when Hisashi saw that the originally fatal and gruesome wound on Yan Sheng's abdomen had completely healed, leaving only a slightly lighter-colored, smooth new flesh, his pupils suddenly contracted. He was so shocked that he almost cried out on the spot, but he bit his tongue hard and swallowed the exclamation back. Then he looked at Izuna with a shocked and questioning gaze.
Izuna remained expressionless, clearly not intending to answer Hisashi's questions, while simultaneously signaling with his eyes for Hisashi to do what he was supposed to do.
Seeing this, Jiu Si suppressed the turmoil in his heart, took a deep breath, and placed his hand on Yan Sheng's wrist. He carefully sensed the pulse and found that it was still somewhat weak and rapid, but much better than before when it was barely a whisper.
Hmm... it's just that my mind and spirit were greatly shaken.
He withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes, and reported in a low voice, "It's a seizure, caused by a mental breakdown and extreme fright. However... Young Master Yan Sheng's constitution... uh, he has recovered on his own now and is fine for the time being. He just needs to rest and recuperate."
Upon hearing this, Izuna's tense expression eased slightly, but when he looked at Yan Sheng's still dazed and pale face, the worry in his eyes did not lessen in the slightest.
Yan Sheng, however, remained oblivious to Hisashi's diagnosis and Izuna's concerns, or rather, completely indifferent. He was immersed in his own world, but a cold, resolute light gradually gathered in his dark eyes.
***
Madara Uchiha escorted Hashirama Senju, and thanks to their understanding of each other's clan patrol patterns, they managed to avoid all the sentry posts without incident, finally arriving at the dense forest on the outskirts of the Senju clan's territory.
Ban supported his friend, who was leaning most of his weight on him. Looking at his friend's graying hair and listless expression, Ban frowned and asked with a rare, undisguised worry in his voice, "Is your body... really okay?"
Hashirama managed to straighten up, forcing a signature, albeit somewhat weak, cheerful smile, and patted Madara on the shoulder: "Of course, no problem! You know I always recover very well. After a good night's sleep, I'll be bouncing around again in a couple of days!" He paused, his smile fading slightly, and his tone became sincere and serious, "Thank you for trusting me, Madara."
Ban turned his head away, seemingly unaccustomed to such a direct expression of gratitude, his voice low: "...I'm the one who should be saying thank you."
Hashirama shook his head, his eyes warm: "We're good friends, it's too formal to say such things. Besides, it concerns your brother, so I don't regret doing this. On the contrary, I'm happy to see him get better."
These words filled Madara with a warm feeling and an indescribable sense of emotion. In this age filled with hatred and war, having a friend like Hashirama was one of the few bright spots in his life.
However, Hashirama's expression turned serious at this moment. He looked at Madara and cut to the most crucial question in a solemn tone: "By the way, Madara, what exactly happened to your brother's injury?"
—Hashirama Senju knew that his close friend had a sickly younger brother. In fact, during a secret meeting between the two in their early years, his friend had confided some of the painful memories of their family:
Madara was not the eldest son of this generation. He originally had three older brothers, but they all died young or in battle.
In this era, the infant mortality rate is alarmingly high, and the title of "eldest child" often falls only on the eldest child who survives. Furthermore, many families deliberately conceal the existence of a deceased eldest child from their younger siblings in order to avoid grief.
Therefore, Madara is the undisputed eldest son of his father's lineage.
Madara told him about his younger brother, who had never appeared before and was said to be in poor health, during a conversation.
For trusted friends, Madara doesn't mind sharing some private matters that don't involve core family secrets.
After hearing this, Hashirama said that his Wood Release has a great advantage in medical treatment, and he would never refuse to help Madara's younger brother if he needed help in the future.
...I never imagined that the promise I made back then would be fulfilled in this way today.
Faced with Hashirama's question, Madara's face instantly darkened, his voice filled with suppressed anger and confusion: "I don't know either. He committed seppuku... by himself."
He took a deep breath and continued, "Before this, the only time Yan Sheng acted strangely was when he accompanied me on an escort mission. The mission went smoothly, although there were some ignorant scum who attacked along the way, but they were easily dealt with and were not a threat."
Regarding Yan Sheng's sudden awakening of the Mangekyou Sharingan, Madara hesitated for a moment before ultimately choosing to keep it a secret. This involved the core secrets of the Uchiha clan and unresolved hidden dangers, so it was inconvenient to talk about.
"...During the mission, Yan Sheng suddenly fainted without warning for some unknown reason. Since the mission was not yet completed, I had a clansman take him back first." Madara clenched his fist. "Afterwards, I rushed back after completing the mission and heard from Izuna that Yan Sheng had been absent-minded and like a walking corpse ever since he returned. And then... tonight, he committed seppuku."
Madara raised his head, a chilling killing intent flashing in his crimson Sharingan eyes: "I'm certain this wasn't Miku's intention. It must have been done by that cunning, treacherous mastermind. He influenced Miku's mind in some unknown way!"
Originally, although Madara was wary of the mysterious person who was stirring up trouble but could never catch him, he did not regard him as an imminent threat and only thought about strengthening defenses.
After all, he really didn't have the time or energy to deal with it.
But this time, the other party actually turned their evil hand to his younger brother, and almost succeeded, which completely enraged him.
Black Zetsu probably never dreamed that his "bad move" to eliminate Yan Sheng would not only fail, but would also anger Madara Uchiha, causing Madara to raise his threat level to the highest level and make a determination to find him and tear him to pieces at all costs.
Seeing his friend's expression, Hashirama grew increasingly serious. He completely trusted Madara's judgment.
"Do you need my help, Madara?" Hashirama asked in a deep voice. "Just ask if you need anything."
Madara glanced at Hashirama and slowly nodded: "...I will. This enemy is troublesome. He's not only targeting the Uchiha, but he's probably also made many moves against your Senju as well."
***
Yan Sheng's body was fully restored under the nourishment of the powerful life force of Wood Release, and at the same time, the mental stagnation and collapse seemed to have completely disappeared as well.
He no longer spent his days in a daze or in deep sleep, and resumed his normal eating and sleeping habits. On the surface, he was no different from his previous quiet and taciturn self.
If one had to pinpoint a change, it would be that he devoted far more time and energy to cultivation than ever before, to the point of almost neglecting sleep and meals.
It was as if an invisible flame was burning in his heart, driving him to constantly push himself to his limits.
It is worth mentioning that because his accident happened late at night, and Ban issued a strict gag order to those who knew about it afterward, Shi knew nothing about it and came to find Yan Sheng the next day as usual, skipping and jumping.
However, she noticed that Yan Sheng's face seemed to have become a little paler, but then she thought that Yan Sheng's face had always been like this, so she didn't take it too seriously.
Upon seeing her arrive, Yan Sheng merely paused his sword-wielding movements slightly, nodded to her, and then continued to immerse himself in his cultivation.
Shi didn't disturb him. She ran to the eaves, cupped her face in her hands, and quietly watched the figure sweating profusely in the courtyard.
Hmm, it seems like Brother Yan Sheng hasn't been reading much lately; he spends most of his time practicing swordsmanship.
—The sword Yan Sheng was holding at this moment was no longer the short sword given to him by Ban, but a sword of moderate length that was more suitable for slashing and striking.
He asked his mother for the sword.
After the heart-wrenching rollercoaster of emotions that night, Kaori gradually calmed down from her grief and panic. She knew her child; although Yan Sheng was physically weak, he was resilient and would never commit suicide without a reason. There must be a hidden story behind this.
She found her eldest son and had a long talk with him. From Madara, she learned a chilling truth: a treacherous mastermind had been secretly watching the Uchiha clan and causing them no small amount of trouble. And Michikatsu's sudden suicide was very likely a result of this mastermind's machinations.
Upon learning the truth, Kaori was both shocked and furious, but she knew that anger wouldn't solve anything. The most important thing right now was to protect Yeon Seung.
However, relying entirely on the protection of outsiders will inevitably lead to oversights.
An idea gradually became clear in her mind: Yan Sheng must be given a certain ability to protect himself.
Just then, Yan Sheng approached her and made a request that surprised her somewhat—he wanted to learn swordsmanship.
"She's from a ninja family, so why does she want to learn swordsmanship?" Kaori wondered. But then she thought, "Maybe she's just a kid who read some storybook and thinks swordsmanship is cool, so she just got the idea on a whim."
She patiently and gently explained to her young son, "Yan Sheng, we are ninjas. The core of our battles is the use of chakra and various ninjutsu. Weapons like swords and kunai are just auxiliary means."
Yan Sheng nodded to show that he understood, but still insisted: "I know, Mother. Most people use kunai and shuriken as aids, but I want to use a sword."
His tone was calm and firm.
Having said all that, Kaori looked into her youngest son's determined black eyes and finally softened. She thought, learning swordsmanship is fine; after all, she just wanted her son to have some self-defense skills, not to become stronger.
“Alright,” Kaori sighed, giving in. “Mother will find you a suitable sword and hire a swordsmanship instructor for you…”
“There’s no need to ask a teacher,” Yan Sheng interrupted her.
Kaori was taken aback: "Why? How can you learn without a teacher?"
The words had barely left her mouth when she suddenly remembered the unusual... well, behaviors Yan Sheng had displayed since infancy. She swallowed the words back and instead said, "Alright. Then you can figure it out yourself first. If there's anything you don't understand, be sure to ask your mother or brothers. Don't force yourself, okay? The most important thing is your health."
Yan Sheng nodded. That afternoon, he received the keepsake his mother had found—a well-preserved katana belonging to his father in this life.
It's obvious that it's not for practical use; it's for collection.
Looking at the genuine worry and love in his mother's eyes, Yan Sheng felt a slight stirring in his heart.
His mother in this life... was a very good woman. But the path he chose was destined to be anything but "peaceful and smooth" as she had hoped.
Gripping his sword tightly, Yan Sheng thanked Jia Zhi. In the sunlight, the blade gleamed with a cold light, just like his indifferent and ruthless heart.
***
Life returned to its peaceful routine.
Yan Sheng lived an extremely regular life. Apart from necessary rest and meals, he spent almost all his time cultivating.
Sweat soaked his clothes, and his rapid breathing echoed in the quiet courtyard. He tirelessly repeated the most basic sword techniques such as chopping, slashing, thrusting, and parrying, striving for the highest possible standard in each movement. The katana, which initially felt slightly stiff in his hands, gradually became agile and skillful.
Shi remained her observer, arriving promptly every day to sit under the eaves and watch Yan Sheng wield his sword day after day.
Although she was young, she could vaguely sense that her brother Yan Sheng was not the same as before.
If she had to put it into words, Yan Sheng's quiet demeanor used to carry a sense of detached peace, but now... beneath that quietness, there seems to be a volcano that could erupt at any moment, a sharpness that both frightens and inexplicably reassures her.
She no longer dared to run over and disturb him as casually as before, but just sat obediently. Sometimes she would bring some snacks that she thought were delicious, carefully place them aside, and quietly push them over during Yan Sheng's rest breaks.
Yan Sheng would occasionally stop, accept the snacks, whisper a "thank you," and then continue his frantic cultivation. His progress was astonishing; after all, he wasn't studying, but rather awakening his dormant instincts.
Kaori and Izuna witnessed all of this, their feelings complicated.
After initial concerns, the former gradually realized that the high-intensity training did not burden Yan Sheng's body, so they relaxed a little and paid more attention to Yan Sheng's nutritional supplements.
The latter seemed to be deep in thought—
Izuna stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the porch, his gaze following the figure constantly wielding a sword in the courtyard. At first, he was simply relieved that his younger brother had finally pulled himself together, but the more he looked, the deeper the contemplation became between his brows.
This starting stance...this power generation technique...this anticipation and counter-attack angle when facing an imaginary opponent...
How does he look like a beginner?
Izuna raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in his eyes. But soon, a sense of "it's only natural" overshadowed his doubts.
Well... it's not too surprising. After all, he's Madara's brother, sharing the same bloodline, so it's reasonable for him to be a genius.
Thinking of this, Izuna felt a sense of pride and satisfaction. Madara was a genius of ninjutsu and ocular techniques, invincible on the battlefield, while Izuna himself was even more skilled in tactical planning and clan management...
Ironically, the three brothers' talents all happened to fall into different areas.
That's good too. Each has its own strengths, which allows them to complement each other.
***
Yan Sheng sat quietly under the eaves, his body as straight as a pine tree, his katana placed horizontally in front of his knees, the cold blade gleaming faintly in the sunlight.
Unlike his usual arduous cultivation that began immediately, he now closed his eyes and concentrated, his thoughts already transcending the high walls of the courtyard, heading towards a vast and ethereal distance.
Merit...
The word kept echoing in his mind.
In his understanding, it is a positive energy that is received after doing good deeds and accumulating good karma, and gaining the approval of heaven and earth.
Ultimately, although it is called "energy," the living cannot see it, touch it, or mobilize even a fraction of it. Even those who were as wealthy as city lords or as powerful as demons in their past lives never truly experienced the practical use of so-called "merit."
Although, he didn't have one either.
If I hadn't witnessed with my own eyes the endless, entangled karmic debts that bound me to the core, and that initial, fleeting glimpse of the enormous, blindingly large golden number...
He would probably still scoff at this to this day, regarding it as a foolish and self-comforting lie for the masses.
Fortunately, he lived in a chaotic world of war and where human life was cheap, so there was no shortage of opportunities to accumulate merit.
Perhaps, if we can end this chaotic world and restore peace to the world, we can gain considerable merit.
Once this thought arose, it grew wildly in his heart like weeds.
If he can bring about peace and save countless lives from suffering, the merit he gains might be enough to offset the enormous and despairing karmic burden that Yoriichi carries.
But this thought was shattered by an even colder reality as soon as it surfaced.
Is that enough?
Yoriichi carries a burden of sin equivalent to "destroying the world." Does repaying this sin mean he needs to accomplish an equally difficult feat: "saving the world"?
—On what grounds?!
A surge of intense resentment and unwillingness welled up in Yan Sheng's heart.
He admitted that in his previous life he had fallen into the realm of demons and committed countless murders, deserving punishment. But no matter how much this sin was settled, it could never be compared to the concept of "destroying the world"! This is simply unreasonable.
Could it be that... paying back his own karmic debts is one thing, but letting him reincarnate is another act that requires a greater price and violates serious "rules"? Is that why Yoriichi had to bear such an almost infinite karmic debt?
The thought of this possibility made Yan Sheng almost grit his teeth!
If that's the case, then this "deal" is an absolute rip-off! Foolish!
How could Yoriichi, that idiot, agree to such outrageous conditions?
Yan Sheng was extremely disappointed in him. If Yoriichi hadn't left back then and had actually inherited the country, he probably would have squandered the family fortune in no time.
What a waste of money!
Anger and resentment surged within him, almost reigniting Yan Sheng's anger.
However, no matter how angry he was or how unfair it felt, things had come to this—Yoriichi had taken on the sins that were enough to cause his soul to be scattered and was now being tortured in hell.
He must repay this debt.
No matter how much he hated it, or how much he felt it wasn't worth it, he had to bite the bullet and do it.
So, the plan is clear.
First and foremost, he must become stronger as quickly as possible. This is the foundation of all his plans. Without sufficient power, any ideal is just empty talk.
In his past life, as a city lord, he understood all too well the stark truth that "power equals power." Without sufficient strength, no matter how reasonable your words are, they are nothing more than the lament of the weak; with enough strength, even if you say the sun rises in the west, people will kneel and listen to your arguments.
Secondly, once he has enough power, he will leave the Uchiha clan to cause trouble and promote his peace.
As for how to achieve it, Yan Sheng's idea was direct and straightforward.
He saw it clearly: so-called wars were nothing more than a game of power struggles among the elite, while it was always the lower-class soldiers and innocent civilians who shed blood, wept, and paid the ultimate price. Those who started the wars often made a fortune behind the scenes, while countless families could only weep by the cold graves.
He didn't want to play these hypocritical political games, nor did he want to bother balancing any forces. Since most of those who control the world's power structure are ordinary people, things are much simpler.
As long as he possesses absolute power, enough to overcome all obstacles, then his words become the rules!
You ask why he needs to cultivate when everyone else is just an ordinary person? With his current strength, he's more than capable of dealing with an ordinary army.
—Don't forget, those powerful and wealthy people can hire ninjas.
Therefore, the goals Yan Sheng set for himself were very difficult.
What he wanted was a force strong enough to take on an army of ten thousand men! A force capable of crushing the combined might of all the ninja clans.
Only then will he have the right to raise his voice in this chaotic world, to suppress all discontent, to create the peace he desires, and thus earn merit to repay Yoriichi's debt.
Yan Sheng slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the katana in front of his knees.
He cultivates and becomes stronger. Then, he makes the world operate according to his will.
This was the path of atonement he had chosen.
***
The katana sliced through the air with a sharp whistling sound. Sweat dripped down Yan Sheng's jawline, but his sword-wielding movements remained perfectly fluid.
The first step on the path to redemption: become stronger.
That's beyond doubt. Without sufficient power, any plan is just a castle in the air.
Then... he needs a team.
Even the most arrogant Yan Sheng knew that, with his own strength, even if he were powerful enough to rival a thousand troops, he could not complete all the tasks in a short time.
He needs intelligence, he needs executors, he needs people to handle the tedious details. He needs... or rather, an absolutely loyal team that can keep up with him.
But where can we find this team?
Within the Uchiha clan? No. Clan members' loyalty is first and foremost to the clan, and only secondarily to other matters. Furthermore, his plan is not entirely aligned with the existing interests of the Uchiha, and may even contradict them.
Recruiting from outside? In the Warring States period, an era of extreme lack of trust, finding and cultivating reliable subordinates required a great deal of time and opportunity, and what he lacked most was time.
His thoughts were like a tangled mess, tangling in Yan Sheng's mind.
Just then, his gaze inadvertently swept across a corner of the courtyard.
Shi was tiptoeing, chasing after a fluttering white butterfly. Sunlight shone on her tender face, reflecting a pure and innocent joy.
She chased after it for a few steps, but the butterfly flew up gracefully. She stopped, tilted her little face up, stared at it with wide eyes, and let out a soft, amazed exclamation.
Yan Sheng paused slightly in his sword-wielding motion.
His gaze was fixed on Shi, and a scrutinizing light appeared in his cold eyes.
His young age means he has great potential. Like a blank sheet of paper, he can be painted with the colors he needs; he is not a core member of the Uchiha clan, has a simple background, and is not deeply entangled in the power struggles within the clan; his closeness and dependence on me, this pure emotion, could, under guidance, transform into absolute loyalty.
Most importantly... she possesses keen perception (such as the ability to distinguish the differences in the smell of medicine), and with a little training, she might play an unexpected role in intelligence gathering, reconnaissance, and other fields.
Of course, the difficulties are also obvious. She is too young and requires a long period of nurturing, and whether she can meet his requirements in the future is unknown.
But this is the most worthwhile starting point he can think of right now—to cultivate a confidant who is entirely his own, starting from scratch.
Yan Sheng withdrew his gaze and began to swing his katana again. He maintained the rhythm of his sword swings while his mind raced.
Perhaps... we could start with storytelling? Wrap some insights about power, responsibility, and the true nature of the world in fables or fairy tales, and subtly implant them into her mind?
At the same time, consciously train her observation and thinking skills. For example, ask her to describe any changes she saw in someone today, or the possible reasons behind a certain event.
As for training in taijutsu and chakra... it's too early now, but we can lay some foundations by playing games first.
A path, though vague, gradually became clearer, slowly began to emerge in Yan Sheng's mind.
He looked at the poem again, his gaze becoming profound.
***
Thinking it and doing it, Yan Sheng's daily cultivation routine now includes an additional element: guidance on poetry.
One day, Shi was sitting on the veranda watching him practice swordsmanship, as usual. Yan Sheng took a break and sat down next to her.
Shi blinked her big eyes and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Yan Sheng, don't you get tired practicing swordsmanship like this every day?"
In the past, Yan Sheng would have simply replied "needed" and said nothing more.
But this time, he paused for a moment, looked at the tree branch he had cut off in the courtyard, and said in a calm but guiding tone, "Because if you are not strong enough, you will lose something important."
The poem seemed vaguely understandable: "Something important?"
"Yes. The weak cannot protect anything. Once they encounter danger, they can only watch helplessly as everything they cherish is taken away, or... be forced to accept an unbearable price."
The little girl's relaxed curiosity vanished. She seemed to sense the weight behind the words and asked softly, "Then... if I become very, very strong, can I protect the people I want to protect?"
“At least, you have the power to choose.” Yan Sheng didn’t give an absolute guarantee, but he gave a thought-provoking answer: “You can say no to things you don’t want to happen.”
Shi nodded as if she understood, her little brows furrowing slightly, clearly beginning to ponder these questions that were somewhat profound for her.
A few days later, while Yan Sheng was practicing his swordplay, he deliberately let a wisp of sword energy deflect slightly, striking a cluster of flowers in full bloom in the distance, causing the petals to fall to the ground.
Shi exclaimed "Ah!" with a regretful expression on her face.
Yan Sheng sheathed his sword and walked over to her, looking at her: "You think it's a pity?"
“Yes.” Shi nodded. “They’re blooming just fine.”
"But what if there was an enemy hiding there who wanted to harm you?" Yan Sheng asked calmly. "Would you choose to protect the flower, or protect yourself?"
Shi was stunned, her mouth agape, unable to answer for a moment. This choice was too difficult for her.
“Power itself is neither right nor wrong,” Yan Sheng continued. “Like this sword, it can be used to destroy beauty or to protect what is precious. The difference lies in who wields the power and… why the user wields the sword.”
He didn't give a standard answer, but instead planted a question and a way of thinking into the heart of poetry.
In addition to verbal guidance, Yan Sheng also began to practice his poetry skills.
He would have the poem describe the subtle differences in the people she met that day, or have her remember a short but complex piece of information and then repeat it later.
Sometimes, he would deliberately leave some unusual traces in the courtyard for Shi to discover.
Shi completed these little "games" very seriously and thoroughly enjoyed them. In her mind, this meant that her brother Yan Sheng had become more willing to interact with her, completely unaware of the deeper meaning hidden behind it.
Izuna and Kaori occasionally saw Yan Sheng and Shi together. Most of the time, Shi was talking and Yan Sheng was listening, occasionally offering a brief response. They simply assumed that Yan Sheng's mood had improved and that he was willing to communicate with others, and they were relieved.
Yan Sheng was very patient. He knew that cultivating a confidant, especially starting from Shi's age, was not something that could be done overnight. It was like polishing a piece of rough jade, requiring time and just the right amount of force.
While he continued to frantically improve his own abilities, he quietly carried out this long-term "investment".
When he looks at the poem, pondering the questions he raises, or excitedly runs to report his "new discoveries," his bright eyes, brimming with pure joy and thirst for knowledge, will complement his lips with a faint smile.
But deep down, he remained calm and composed; in fact, the smile didn't even reach his eyes.
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Author's Note: I've finished writing about my first dish of dumpling vinegar; the second dish is coming soon—
Yan Sheng: "Submit, or die."
Madara and Hashirama were thinking about building a peaceful village.
My ideal is a peaceful unification of the world. [Sprinkling flowers]
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