Immortality Power

At the foot of a mountain in Kumogakure, Land of Lightning.

Clouds and mist coiled through the air as thunder rumbled. Mountain winds swept gray stones from the summit and sent them plunging into the bottomless abyss.

Moriyue groggily opened his eyes, feeling sore all over and utterly weak, as though someone had cut out his kidneys.

He stiffly twisted his head. His cervical vertebrae seemed rusted, and it took tremendous effort before he could stand up from the ground.

"Huh? What the hell happened?"

I was just watching someone a second ago, so how did I end up in this strange place the next?

Suddenly, fragmented memories flooded Moriyue's mind like a tide.

A young man also named Moriyue had just celebrated his sixteenth birthday. His parents had both died in the Eight-Tails' rampage years ago. He had no talent for becoming a ninja, and the Chakra within his body was chaotic and mixed. He could not even take the first step of refining Chakra...

But Kumogakure could be called the most united ninja village. No one mocked Moriyue for lacking the talent to become a ninja. Ordinary people could play their own roles too, so he began gathering medicinal herbs. Who would have thought that one slip would send him falling straight off the mountain, shattering his body to pieces and sending his soul to the underworld?

"Alright, never had such a wonderful start..."

As a twenty-year veteran reader of End Point Novel Network, how could Moriyue not understand his current situation?

He had transmigrated. He had transmigrated into the body of someone on the verge of death—or perhaps he had possessed this poor fellow, or maybe he had been reincarnated? Who knew? All he could confirm for now was that he had come to the Naruto World, and his opening hand was a dying good-for-nothing.

Moriyue slowly took several deep breaths, forcibly calming his restless heart before examining his body.

His flesh was mangled and his bones were misaligned. A pool of congealed blackish-red blood on the ground showed that he had been lying here for quite some time. He had no idea how he had survived in such a state.

From this body's memories, he learned that although Kumogakure was exceptionally united, discrimination and injustice still existed. The original owner of this body had been subtly ostracized by those around him because his skin was not dark enough. Even other ordinary people kept their distance from him.

Moriyue had watched plenty of Naruto in his previous life. While he could not remember some plot points clearly after so many years, he still remembered the general story. Yet whether in the anime or novels, he had rarely seen direct portrayals of Kumogakure. It seemed that every transmigrator chose Konoha as their starting point.

Konoha was strong, and Kumogakure was not weak either. But it was too early to think about that. What did any of it have to do with him, Moriyue?

He wanted nothing more than to flatten the entire ninja world. Who cared about your lofty ideals of war? Just fight.

But the prerequisite was that he had to survive. Staying alive was the true foundation. If he died here, everything would return to nothingness.

"I'm dying, I'm dying! Give me a cheat already! System! Are you there?"

"Even a Ciweimao system would do!"

"Deep blue, light red? Multicolored black? Add a point!"

There was no response. The surroundings remained deathly silent. Other than the howling wind, only Moriyue's slightly ragged breathing remained.

Moriyue was beginning to panic. He still had not figured out how he was alive. He could clearly feel bone fragments inside his body piercing his lungs. Not a single part of him did not hurt. Injuries like these were enough to kill someone hundreds of times over, yet he simply would not die.

Damn it, had he become one of the living dead? Was he about to turn into a zombie and infect the ninja world?

Moriyue was utterly confused. He scratched his head, and only then noticed that he seemed to be holding something in his hand.

It was a small octagonal stone, about the size of a bottle cap. Carved onto it was a lifelike yellow puppy, looking lively and adorable.

"This is... the Dog Talisman? Immortality Power?" Moriyue did not recognize the Dog Talisman at first, but after staring at it for a while, he finally identified it in surprise.

Jackie Chan Adventures had also been one of his childhood memories. Its most iconic items were the Twelve Talismans, each possessing an immensely powerful ability. The Dog Talisman in Moriyue's hand granted immortality and eternal youth.

Getting the Dog Talisman right from the start meant he was directly immortal. Great, absolutely great. This truly was "such a wonderful start."

But the talismans had their own limitations. Anyone could use one as long as they held it. Though Moriyue could not die now no matter what, the moment someone took the Dog Talisman from him, he would instantly become a corpse.

Moriyue looked at the Dog Talisman in his hand. It could be called his final safeguard. Though he had no system, what did he need one for when he had Immortality Power? All he had to do now was make sure no one took the Dog Talisman from him.

With an idea in mind, Moriyue felt around for his equipment. Unfortunately, he was just an ordinary person and was not worthy of having things like kunai or shuriken. After searching around for a long time, he finally found a relatively sharp shard of stone.

Without a trace of hesitation, he aimed the pointed end of the stone at his heart. Even though he knew he would not die, he could not help but feel afraid when it came time to actually do it.

"Pfft—" The stone pierced his chest. It was not particularly sharp, so Moriyue could only slowly poke it into his chest bit by bit. No one would want to experience the sensation of a blunt knife cutting flesh firsthand, but Moriyue knew this was pain he had to endure.

After an unknown amount of time, Moriyue felt his heart tighten. The stone pierced through it, opening a "heart eye" for him.

Moriyue forced a faint smile onto his face. He directly reached the hand holding the Dog Talisman into his chest, then shoved it hard, placing the Dog Talisman in the center of his heart.

"This should be a little safer..." Moriyue stood up, gasping for breath. The Dog Talisman could only keep him from dying; it could not ease his pain or restore his missing limbs. His injuries would have to heal gradually on their own.

After taking off his upper garment, Moriyue wrapped it around his exposed chest. It never hurt to be extra cautious. Sitting there, he used his unskilled methods to treat the obviously fatal external wounds on his body.

The exposed bone spikes were either shoved back in or thrown away. Proper treatment would have to wait until he returned to Kumogakure. Though he had no system, he possessed the Dog Talisman as his cheat. Moreover, he was certain that the other eleven talismans had to be somewhere out there. As long as he collected all Twelve Talismans, he believed he could absolutely dominate the ninja world.

"Then I'll begin my rise in Kumogakure and see just how far an ordinary person with no talent for practicing ninjutsu can go..."