Impure World Reincarnation Jutsu?

"These Ninjutsu, with their various flaws, are classified as Forbidden Jutsu. Some are risky to learn, while others are risky to use. In short, they are techniques that ordinary people cannot master. In order to prevent too many of our own people from dying, they have become Forbidden Jutsu and are sealed in the Scroll of Seals."

"Of course, this doesn't mean these techniques are lost forever. According to the rules, those who have made great contributions and gained the approval of the current Hokage can also try to learn these techniques."

Orochimaru then revealed the secrets in detail.

"However, the techniques that can be learned are only these flawed ones, while the other part of the Ninjutsu that violates ethics and morality is absolutely forbidden for juniors to learn."

"A technique that violates moral principles? What kind of technique is that?"

Minato Strange Path.

"I can't go into too much detail. If you really want to know, you'll find out when you become the Fifth Hokage." Orochimaru coughed lightly, looked at the expressionless Minato, and clicked his tongue in disbelief. "However, given the current situation, I can tell you about a forbidden technique that defies all moral principles: the Impure World Reincarnation Jutsu technique, which summons the dead back to the world."

"Bring the dead back?"

"How is such a thing even possible?"

Itachi asked in astonishment.

"If it weren't for that, why would it be sealed away as a forbidden technique? It's precisely because this Ninjutsu goes against the natural order of the world that the Second Hokage created it, and then sealed it away."

Orochimaru's eyes were filled with admiration.

Of all the renowned Shinobi World throughout Konoha Era, only the Second Hokage was someone he truly admired.

In his view, the Second Hokage was an absolute genius, with outstanding talent in Ninjutsu and exceptional administrative abilities. It was the Second Hokage who created the Anbu, consolidated power in the Hokage's hands, and established the Ninja Academy to train civilian ninjas, thus providing Konoha with a stable source of soldiers. He can be said to have laid the foundation for Konoha single-handedly.

While Orochimaru considered Hashirama Senju First Hokage, and Konoha Madara Uchiha, the God of Slaughter of Konoha, to be incredibly strong, both possessed extraordinary fighting prowess but mediocre leadership skills. The First Hokage's naiveté Madara Uchiha's ruthlessness were extreme examples, making them unsuitable leaders.

However, the Forbidden Jutsu researched by the Second Hokage are really troublesome!

"If it's Forbidden Jutsu, how could it have fallen into the hands of a missing-nin like Senju Zen? Could it be that he stole the Scroll of Seals?"

"That's not the case. The Scroll of Seals is kept by the successive Hokage; it's not so easy for someone to steal it."

Orochimaru shook his head, denying Itachi's guess.

"Then... what exactly happened?" Minato looked at Orochimaru, confident that the Lord Hokage would explain it to them.

"Alas! Actually, regarding these Forbidden Jutsu, besides the Scroll of Seals, the Second left a copy in the Senju Clan. The one that was stolen was this copy kept by the Senju Clan..."

Orochimaru sighed, a rare hint of annoyance on his face.

"After the Senju Clan discovered the theft of the Forbidden Jutsu copy, Nawaki came to me to discuss it. Because it involved the reputation of the Second and the Senju Clan, after discussion, we decided not to make the matter public, but instead dispatched my direct Anbu and some experts drawn from the Senju Clan to investigate..."

"So you got nothing in the end?"

Minato could easily have guessed what would happen next.

The stolen copy of the Forbidden Jutsu was nowhere to be found, and the whereabouts of the Senju Zen were also unknown. At this point, the matter was essentially put on hold.

If possible, this matter will likely remain indefinitely delayed.

"Yes, I thought, so what if we got a copy of Forbidden Jutsu? The difficulty of mastering Forbidden Jutsu is directly proportional to its destructive power. I didn't expect that missing-nin Senju Zen, to master one of them so quickly..."

Orochimaru chuckled helplessly.

"In short, if I'm not mistaken, collecting the cells of the dead is probably Forbidden Jutsu called Impure World Reincarnation, which can use the cells of the dead to summon them back from the underworld and make them fight."

"Does that mean we're going to have to face some of the most famous and powerful figures in history?"

Minato rubbed his face; this sounded quite dangerous!

"If you can find the victim's corpse and successfully extract cells from it, you've succeeded halfway. The other half depends on the caster's skill; it's uncertain how much of the deceased's former strength they will retain..."

Just then...

The three of them looked out the window simultaneously.

The windows were open, and the cold night air flowed into the room, keeping my mind alert.

However, at that moment, a cool breeze carrying a chilling murderous aura rushed in.

"Lord Hokage... Urgent report!"

Anbu wearing a rabbit mask leaped in through the window.

"What?"

Orochimaru raised his hand and made a slight gesture, indicating that Minato and Itachi did not need to retreat, and asked directly.

"The cemetery! Something's happened at the cemetery! A third of the graves have been dug up!"

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"What did you say?"

Orochimaru suddenly stood up, his golden vertical pupils radiating an extremely oppressive gaze.

"Something happened at the cemetery. All the guards—six Root squads and fifteen Police Force officers—were killed in action; not one survived."

The Anbu lowered their heads and reported the intelligence in a deep voice.

"Minato!"

Orochimaru roared.

"Learn."

Minato strode forward, grabbed Orochimaru's shoulder, and in a flash, the two disappeared from the office.

Two seconds later, Minato, his face Minato, returned, grabbed Itachi's shoulder, and then disappeared again.

The Anbu behind the rabbit mask waited blankly for a few seconds before reluctantly getting up, leaving through the window, and returning the way it came.

Cemetery.

The place where the fallen are buried stands with rows of neat and solemn tombstones, each one recording the life of a ninja in a few words.

The cemetery is surrounded by tall pines and cypresses, which remain evergreen throughout the year.

During the day, people flock to the cemetery to sweep the tombs; only at night does the place truly quiet down.

The ninjas who guard the graves will clean the cemetery and tidy up the tombstones of their friends, comrades, and relatives.

"Damn it!!!"

The scene before Itachi's eyes changed instantly; the bright office transformed into a gloomy graveyard, and the thick stench of blood in the air made him instinctively curse.

Looking out with scarlet eyes, the once neat and orderly cemetery was now a mess, resembling a garbage dump. Cold corpses lay on the ground and hung from trees, and large pools of blood had dried and congealed, with only the strong smell of blood lingering for a long time.

"You bastard!"

Itachi's pupils contracted, his jaw clenched, and the anger in his chest grew wildly like weeds in Harusame, filling his entire chest.

He had been in charge of preventing tomb raiders before, and the eighteen Root ninjas lying here were all his subordinates, or rather, they used to be his subordinates.

Now they were cold corpses, their bodies tattered and mangled like broken rag dolls. (To be continued)