Free Web NovelChapter 290: Time Would Provide The Answer, And He Would Continue Watching
"For Shinichi! For a brand-new world!"
"Smash these shackles! Break this fate! We will become our own masters!"
"Follow us! For ourselves! For our descendants!"
"Burn away all injustice and decay!"
"Advance forward!"
The images became increasingly chaotic, violent, and bizarre.
Just as the Sage of Six Paths attempted to seize more information from this frenzied prophetic torrent... A fire of belief condensed from the resolute will of countless pure and blazing hopes, rage, ideals, and dreams erupted from the core of the prophetic vision.
The purity of its brilliance, the fierceness of its will, and the decisive aura within it that seemed capable of opening heaven and earth actually directly burned the Sage of Six Paths’ sight, which was tightly connected to the river of fate itself!
"Mmgh..."
The Sage of Six Paths seemed to be burned by that blaze. As he subconsciously closed his eyes, two streaks of blood slowly seeped from the corners of his eyes and flowed downward.
The prophetic vision shattered and dispersed instantly, leaving only boundless silence, along with the lingering burning pain in his eyes and the raging waves within his heart that refused to calm.
The Sage of Six Paths slowly raised his hand, fingertips lightly touching the blood traces at the corners of his eyes, sensing within them a violent yet vibrant will of revolution unfamiliar even to him.
This boy named Shinichi Higashino...
What he had ignited, or was about to ignite... Was it the flame of the original ideal returning? Or was it a flame of reform that even fate itself could not predict, one that would completely burn away everything old...?
The Sage of Six Paths remained silent while suspended in the air.
Within those rapidly flickering fragments of the future, the Sage of Six Paths saw too many shocking scenes.
He saw the Shinichi Society established in the name of that boy. Its influence spread like a prairie fire, crossing national borders and ninja village barriers through both overt and covert means, reaching every corner of the Shinobi World.
Countless people of different identities, ninja, scholars, craftsmen, farmers, and more, were attracted by its ideals, gathering like moths to a flame, forming a community of thought that transcended borders, camps, identities, and even past hatred.
Within a single fleeting battlefield fragment, he even saw ninja from different villages and countries, standing shoulder to shoulder with many ordinary civilians.
He even caught sight of two figures wearing Kage robes and straw hats. Bound together by the ideals of the Shinichi Society, they cast their gazes in the same direction.
Among these people, some had once fought the boy to the death on the battlefield. Some had once regarded him as a threat that absolutely had to be eliminated. Some had once sneered disdainfully at his ideals.
But within these flickering future fragments, their faces all carried expressions mixed with fervor, faith, and resolve!
They regarded that boy as their leader, as their teacher, treating his ideology as the torch illuminating the road ahead and guiding their direction!
But... too violent!
This fire burned far too fiercely!
The Sage of Six Paths tightly furrowed his brows, deep worry rising in his heart.
By nature, he preferred gentle and gradual methods.
The evolution he envisioned should have been like spring rain nourishing things silently, carrying out mild reform and moral guidance within the existing framework.
Back then, when he spread chakra, it was because he hoped people would use that power to better communicate and cooperate, not to create division and confrontation.
Yet the power and will sweeping forth within the prophecy were filled with radicalism and violence, seeking to overthrow, rebuild, and completely negate everything old.
That flame could indeed burn away decay, but it was also extremely likely to spiral out of control, possibly bringing even greater chaos, hatred, and sacrifice, and perhaps even giving birth to new, even more extreme forms of oppression.
This was vastly different from the ideal world in his heart, where everyone understood one another and coexisted harmoniously.
It even made him feel a trace of instinctive vigilance and unease.
However, within the fragments of prophecy, the Sage of Six Paths also saw scenes that filled him with immense gratification.
Ninjutsu, this power that had always degenerated into a tool for slaughter, finally displayed the other side it was meant to possess.
He saw chakra powering enormous machines, turning barren wastelands into fertile fields.
He saw exquisite Ninjutsu arrays purifying polluted rivers, bringing clean springs to thirsty towns.
He saw Earth Style used to erect magnificent bridges spanning natural chasms and construct smooth roads connecting everywhere.
He saw Fire Style used for precise smelting and forging, creating sturdier and more refined production tools and daily necessities. ƒrēewebnovel.com
He saw Medical Ninjutsu, like sunlight and rainwater, reaching the fields and villages, reaching the side of every ordinary sick person!
Ninjutsu became a powerful force driving global development and civilizational progress.
This was precisely the scene he had most longed to witness when he spread chakra all those years ago.
And now, this very scene was faintly appearing amidst the gaps between blood and fire in the prophecy, in a way that far exceeded his expectations.
This caused his worries to become mixed with an indescribably complicated anticipation.
However, one detail troubled him from beginning to end.
Within those rapidly flashing prophetic fragments filled with countless people, he saw many individuals. He even caught a vague glimpse of the blurred figures of his two sons’ reincarnations, Asura and Indra. They too seemed to participate, in some complicated way, in that enormous transformation sweeping across the Shinobi World.
But alone among all of them, he did not see the figure of the one leading this transformation, Shinichi Higashino himself.
It was as though he had become the omnipresent ideal itself, become that fluttering banner, become that burning flame. Yet his concrete form and actions seemed obscured beneath a layer of mist.
Or perhaps beneath the radiance of the overwhelming collective will and the torrent of the age, he had become blurred and impossible to isolate.
After thinking carefully for quite some time, the Sage of Six Paths understood.
Prophecy itself had limitations.
When the observed target’s power reached or exceeded a certain threshold, or when their influence upon the world line became too enormous, occupying an extremely crucial position within fate, or when their very existence exceeded normal standards, just like the clansmen from beyond this world whom his mother, Kaguya Otsutsuki, feared, then their actions, futures, and even their appearances could surpass the scope of his prophecy.
After remaining silent for a long time, the Sage of Six Paths slowly opened his eyes. The mysterious purple glow within the Rinnegan flowed endlessly.
"Very well..."
In the end, the Sage of Six Paths softly sighed.
He decided to continue watching and, for the time being, refrain from any direct intervention or guidance.
Let this boy walk his own path according to his own will and methods.
The possibilities of the future were too complicated. That newborn flame contained both the hope of destroying old corruption and the madness capable of burning everything away.
Intervening rashly might instead trigger even more unpredictable variables.
However, from this day onward, this boy named Shinichi Higashino would officially be added to the list of those he would watch closely.
He would become the most patient observer, silently watching this anomaly grow, observing every word and deed, scrutinizing every road he chose, and evaluating where the flame he ignited would ultimately lead the Shinobi World.
Would it guide Ninja Creed back to its original heart and open a truly peaceful and prosperous new era?
Or... would it ultimately evolve into another even crueler catastrophe in the name of returning to the origin, dragging the Shinobi World into an even deeper abyss?
Time would provide the answer, and he would continue watching.
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