Kyojuro, the life of a Hokage since the age of one - Chapter 125

#125: This world and the next

The next moment after nodding to the god of death, the vivid scene in front of Kyojuro was gradually shrouded by gray-white smoke until it disappeared completely.

Instead, there was a gray space.

“We’re here.”

The god of death retracted the claws on Kyojuro’s shoulders and shrunk back into his robe.

The god of death: My home is too shabby, a little embarrassing◑.◑.

Looking up, there is no sky, no sun, no forest, no river in this space, only gray… probably the land.

“It’s so empty.”

“Yeah, so I usually sleep.”

“What about the dead?”

“Most of them are sleeping too, but more have woken up recently, thanks to you.”

Kyojuro looked back at the god of death, who had grown two or three times larger after returning to the underworld. The other party should have a smooth white bone mask on his face, reflecting the appearance of his soul like a mirror.

The only dazzling thing in this space is his hair that has turned back to golden red, and his eyes are still the black that symbolizes Uchiha.

The purgatory of the previous life and the Uchiha of this life together make up the current Kyojuro.

Kyojuro said, “It’s good to have help. How do we plant? Do you have a plan here?”

“Ah… plan… that… well, let me take you to see the Uchiha first!”

The eyes of the God of Death wandered. Well, before He went up, He didn’t think that He would meet experts, so He didn’t make any preparations.

Let the Uchiha draw the plan later! They are very good at building houses! They can build any shape!

The God of Death thought in his heart that the boss had said before that the undead who did a good job could also be assistant officers. Now it’s a bit too embarrassing for Him, a dignified god, to have no one to use.

It’s decided to take this plan as a test. If the Uchiha can do well, they will be promoted to be his younger brothers!

“How do we go?”

“Hmm? Oh! I’ll take you there.”

The God of Death then realized that ordinary souls can only walk in the underworld, and can’t fly like Him.

The cat train didn’t come again today…

Why didn’t he realize that there were so few means of transportation in the underworld before?

The God of Death stretched out his two claws and carefully held Kyojuro. After confirming that this force would not cause harm to Kyojuro, he slowly flew a little higher,

“Let’s go!”

In the air, the range of vision is wider, and the entire underworld seems more and more empty.

The ice sculptures belonging to the ninjas are scattered in small groups here and there.

“Why are they so scattered?”

The God of Death glanced at them and said,

“I haven’t taken care of their locations in the past few hundred years, so they basically correspond to their burial places in the world, like here, and the pit over there. Hundreds of years ago, the world should be an ancient battlefield, and the corresponding to the underworld is a giant ice sculpture pit.”

“Oh, don’t look at it. There is no Uchiha here. The people in your family are very worry-free. If they die outside, they will be taken back to the place where the Uchiha gather.”

In the eyes of the God of Death, Uchiha is like a building block that will automatically return to the box, which is very worry-free! ●ω●ᕤ

They were inexplicably divided into two groups before, but they woke up recently and gathered together again.

Kyojuro thought about it according to the description of the Grim Reaper. People on the ground were carrying corpses on their backs, and the ice sculptures of souls in the underworld were being carried around.

…Although it was the underworld, it was indeed a bit funny.

However, there seemed to be no legend of dead bodies moving out of thin air in the world, so is this position correspondence one-way?

“Ah, we’re almost there, do you see it? Oh, Uchiha is really fun!”

How can you not see it?

Kyojuro narrowed his eyes, and suddenly a huge orange-yellow pattern appeared in the gray.

Looking closely, it was the shape of the flame fan carried by Uchiha Madara.

It was the Uchiha family at first glance!

…

On the ground, Uchiha Zhangren, who was trying to carve a chessboard in the claws of the giant dragon he built for himself, was blocked from view. He looked up a little irritably, wanting to see which family was jealous of him having the most small light balls and shamelessly wanted to steal them.

Golden red hair? Is there a family with golden red hair in the ninja world?

As the figure got closer, Zhang Ren could see the other person’s face clearly,

…Oh, Kyojuro, it’s okay.

Wait! Kyojuro!!!

Uchiha Zhang Ren screamed, and the tools in his hand fell directly to the ground and turned into a pile of soil again. With tears in his eyes, he hugged Kyojuro and started crying,

“Kyojuro! Why did you come down so early! How can Tajima and Madara be the clan leaders! You, such a young child, die!!!”

Kyojuro’s cheek flesh was squeezed and deformed by the chest muscles of the man who pounced on him,

“I’m not dead, then, who are you?”

Zhang Ren pulled Kyojuro out of his chest muscles with a pop, holding his face and looking at it carefully,

This is clearly a soul!

“You’re not dead? Impossible! How can a living person come here? Or was it the god of death who brought you here!”

This familiar tone of saying impossible made Kyojuro guess,

“Grandpa Zhang Ren?”

“It’s me, it’s me, oh my dear! How could you die so early!!! Did you get sick? Did you have a disaster? Or did someone dare to attack you!?”

Kyojuro hurriedly explained, was Grandpa Zhang Ren actually like this when he was young? Or has he always been like this and just pretended to be in front of the younger generation like them?

“Grandpa Zhang Ren! I’m really not dead! The God of Death asked me to come down to help! My body is still up there. I can still go back after finishing my work!”

Zhang Ren shut up instantly, “Really?”

Xingjulang nodded repeatedly, “Really! The pictures in Biyu’s most precious herbal book are really real!”

Zhang Ren breathed a long sigh of relief and patted Xing Julang on the shoulder.

“As expected of Anjuro! Even the God of Death asked you to do something!”

I accepted it without any hesitation.

Zhang Ren: My kids are so great! Who has an opinion?

After finally calming down Zhang Ren’s excitement, Anjuro looked up and saw that Uchiha were already surrounding him.

Everyone was staring at Xingjulang curiously, obviously full of interest in this child who would appear in Zhang Ren’s mouth every day.

Uchiha Sadahiro jumped out, “Where is that? Let me see my great-grandson!”

Xingjuro tilted his head, “Are you… Grandpa Zhenhong?”

“Hey!!!”

Zhenhong rubbed his hands. This was the first time he met his great-grandson. He didn’t prepare anything. He turned to the crowd and shouted,

“Enji! Come here!”

An Uchiha with a serious face who looked 70% similar to Uchiha Tajima came out and stared at Anjuro with a frown.

“I am Uchiha Enji, your grandfather.”

Xingjulang smiled and said, “Hello, grandpa.”

Yansi was shaken by the smile, glanced to the side, and said no more.

Hum, an Uchiha has to imitate Senju’s smile, it has no momentum at all, what’s the use of a boy being so cute.

Sadahiro ignored his son, who had troubled him for more than seventy years, and continued to talk to Anjuro with a smile.

“I heard all about it just now. Xingshourou has a mission to do when he comes down, right? Is there anything that Grandpa can help with?”

Xingshourou felt awkward all over. He had never heard his grandfather’s coaxing tone since he was seven years old. He raised his head and looked at the god of death who was breaking off the dragon’s claws.

The god of death floated down knowingly,

“Well, I will give you a test. If you perform well, you can participate in the construction of the future without worrying about being reincarnated without knowing it.”

When the Uchihas heard this, they realized that the God of Death was recruiting people to stay in the underworld.

If Uchiha does well, he can still have a place in the underworld.

Why are you hesitating? While there are not many souls awake in the underworld now, hurry up and get started!

Uchiha Motohito, who is now the senior one and was the clan leader during his lifetime and is still the clan leader after his death, accepted the mission of death on behalf of the Uchihas.

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This world.

Four hours after Anjurou’s soul left, Senju Tobirama arrived at Uzumaki.

“Brother, what’s going on?!”

When Senju Tobijo received the letter, all the data in his mind was cleared with one click.

“What do you mean Anjuro was taken away by the God of Death but he’s not dead yet!”

Afraid that Koichi, who was separating the components of crude oil, would make a mistake and cause casualties when he received the news, they relied on the news sent to Senju Tobirama by the slugs of the Senju family, and deliberately avoided Uchiha’s intelligence channels.

Senju Hashirama focused all his attention on Anjuro, Uchiha Madara frowned and explained,

“There is a problem with the reincarnation mechanism of ninjas in the underworld. The God of Death needs Anjuro’s help. His soul has already gone. Hashirama must maintain his physical vitality so that he can come back to life after Anjuro returns.”

Senju Tobirama instantly understood that he was inferior to his elder brother in medical ninjutsu, and inferior to Uzumaki Mito.

There can only be one purpose for calling him here, to let him study the passage between the underworld and the real world, so that he can still bring Anjuro’s soul back when the God of Death wants to betray his promise.

…Damn it, when did the eldest brother peek at the idea of ​​the Flying Thunder God Technique!