Ninjas Were All Mixed-Bloods; Those with Pure Bloodlines Were All Madmen; Only Yugito Nii Remained

Naruto glanced at it, then looked away. These were all things he had written. It was just a temporary guess; he hadn't put it into practice yet.

The main problem is that he doesn't understand it either, and he just wrote a bunch of nonsense. Anyway, the cover looks quite proper, but it's just for show; once you open it, it's all blank.

Sakura added some more detailed information, mostly things that couldn't be released. However, it wasn't as cruel as Orochimaru's, and it was closer to medical research.

However, the subject of their research is quite unique: the genes and blood of ninjas.

Everything has a source of power, and Chakra is no exception. After being diluted by their descendants, the Otsutsuki clan, with its higher concentration, possesses even greater power.

"I call them hybrids," Naruto said, spouting nonsense with a straight face, satisfying his mischievous side.

"A hybrid?" Sakura was stunned. The lingering look on her face gradually faded as she clutched a document and said, "You mean to say that ninjas' bloodlines are not pure?"

"No normal person can't extract Chakra, right?" Naruto asked.

"Ordinary people really can't do anything about it." Sakura's expression was a little strange, as if she had seen an elephant through the eye of a needle, and her worldview was undergoing a bizarre distortion.

"But legends aren't necessarily true; maybe there are no immortals at all," she added in one breath.

"Gods exist, at least in this world," Naruto muttered, in a voice just loud enough for Sakura to hear. "But they can't be called gods, they're just another race."

How did you know?

"Do you remember that cave in the Land of Whirlpools?" Naruto suddenly brought it up, shifting the blame to the Land of Whirlpools.

Since the person is already dead, how can they get up and send a lawyer's letter? He habitually distances himself from the issue before saying anything unconventional.

Either blame Danzo, or it's someone else's fault.

"Have you been inside?" she asked.

"Yes, the murals inside record some legends." Naruto stopped halfway through his sentence, walked over to her, and sat down with her in his arms.

Do you have a pen?

"Yes, here you go."

He scribbled on the paper with one hand, while his other hand wandered around. Gradually, a hideous image took shape on the white paper, with horns on its head and no whites in its eyes.

"Isn't that Byakugan?" she asked in surprise, then paused, "Stop touching it."

"Ahem, the origin of the Chakra ancestor can be traced back to a thousand years ago, that's what it's recorded on the mural. Everything has a traceable origin, which is quite close to the speculation about hybrid races."

"Give it a try first, and we'll talk about it later if there's any progress," he said.

"We don't have any information, how can we test it?" Sakura looked bewildered, sitting in his lap. "Hey, we're talking about serious matters, don't do anything reckless."

"No, I'm just giving you information, aren't I?" His hand was still writing and drawing on the paper.

Sakura wasn't sure what information he gave her until she watched his hand write something on the paper, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

She couldn't handle it again; she had things to do that afternoon and couldn't keep up with his antics. She was genuinely busy after being transferred from the Hokage's Office to the Medical Department Institute.

Ever since Naruto breached her stronghold from the outside, Sakura has become much more serious. She still occasionally says some flirtatious things, but only when she's being affectionate.

"Legend has it that the first god gave birth to two great immortals with the blessing of humankind. The old Toad of Mount Myōboku has confirmed that the two great immortals did indeed exist."

This was something she had never encountered before, so she couldn't help but prick up her ears and listen carefully.

"And then what?"

"The sage is dead." Naruto tried to explain things as clearly as possible in one go, so as not to affect Sakura's future research.

Since they're doing the work for me, there's no need to say Hanzo; just get to the point.

"How could an immortal die?" She was stunned, then blushed involuntarily. "No!"

"Because they aren't immortals, they're more like humans, just calling themselves immortals. You can think of them as extremely powerful ninjas, beyond the realm of humans."

"Gods can't die?" Sakura discovered the blind spot.

"The murals describe them as having a special method of immortality; they are generally immortal and difficult to kill," Naruto replied, as a tree diagram was drawn on the paper.

At the very top was a grotesque portrait with eyes that bulged outwards like onions.

It branched downwards, with a sage on each side. However, the Uchiha Clan and Hyuga Clan were located below the two sages, and there was no further branching.

"Gods don't die, but immortals do." Sakura stared at the top two lines of the tree diagram, unconsciously biting her fingers as she pondered.

"Is it because of childbirth? Is it because the child received human blessings, resulting in an impure bloodline? That's why it will experience birth, aging, sickness, and death like humans?"

"Hmm, that might be the case." Naruto was revealing a small part of the truth about this world to Sakura in advance, so that she could be mentally prepared.

The Medical Department Research Institute studies people and uses Medical Ninjutsu to heal them. As Tsunade's personal disciple, Sakura herself possesses considerable medical talent.

Naruto couldn't trust Orochimaru, nor could he recruit Shizune, so he could only place his hopes on Sakura. He needed Sakura, not simply because he was lusting after her.

To be precise, he needs Black Sakura. Only Black Sakura would trust him unconditionally, willingly be possessed, and secretly do such unconventional things with him.

I initially saw Black Sakura as trouble and avoided it like the plague, but thankfully I weighed the pros and cons later. It just goes to show that effort and reward are positively correlated. As for Pink Sakura... we'll see when the time comes.

There are definitely solutions; the worst-case scenario is sharing a body. However... Sakura's body seems to have already been... um, ah, this.

Hopefully, the Main Personality won't revert to its original state too soon; I'll sleep a little longer.

"Look, if you look at all the Kekkei Genkai of all the ninja clans together, it's more like a gathering of hybrids with a higher purity."

He kept talking to himself, circling the Uchiha Clan and Hyuga Clan.

"The Dōjutsu are slowly declining." Naruto pointed at the Hyuga Clan. "The Main Family's talent is weaker than the Branch Family's, and their bloodline is unstable."

"The Uchiha Clan's Dōjutsu are powerful, which is also related to their xenophobia and intermarriage within the clan. Their bloodline is pure, but their mental state is not quite normal."

"Are you researching ninja clans?" Sakura couldn't help but chuckle.

"By the way, we can study them and find some commonalities." He pinched Sakura and pointed to the two clans in the picture, saying, "I've seen quite a few ninjas from other villages besides Konohagakure."

"It's obvious that the number of Kekkei Genkai is decreasing, and the power of ninjas is gradually declining."

"Why?"

"It's still related to the dilution of bloodlines. Technology is developing. Suppose that the Shinobi World is at peace and no longer needs so many ninjas, many people will integrate into the lives of ordinary people, marry and have children with ordinary people."

"Get married and have children?" Sakura blinked and looked at Naruto. "If I have a child and I don't have Bloodline Limit, wouldn't that be equivalent to diluting your bloodline?"

"Uh," Naruto didn't know what to say. "That kind of thing doesn't matter. The purer the bloodline, the less human-like it is. If the purity is too high, it's not human anymore."

"Oh, oh." Sakura nodded, then laughed. "So ninja bloodlines are interesting too. They're definitely worth studying."

"Regardless of the research direction, whether Kekkei Genkai or hybrid race," he concluded, "There is only one ultimate goal: to bring down the gods."

"Let gods get married and have children?" Sakura laughed. "Do gods really exist in this world? Where can you find them? I don't think they exist at all."

"That's not necessarily true," he said. "Those people aren't gods, they're just a little special. Getting married and having children is definitely useless; it would pollute their bloodline."

"Hmm?" Sakura blinked, a chill creeping up her tail inexplicably.

I just felt that when Naruto talked about polluting their bloodline, his expression and tone were somewhat sinister. It felt strange, like a ruthless act of cutting off their offspring.

Then, Naruto explained Orochimaru's situation in detail. He thoroughly explained the Body Replacement Technique and shared his understanding of the soul.

Incidentally, it's speculated that the so-called immortality of gods might be a matter of quantifying themselves. If one were to corrupt gods, it would primarily be necessary to contaminate their wedges.

These words left Sakura feeling dizzy and overwhelmed, as if her brain had been flooded with all sorts of knowledge. From bloodline to soul, ordinary people wouldn't even think about such things.

Sakura found it hard to imagine what Naruto's mental state was like on a daily basis, given that he had come into contact with so many secrets.

However, she readily accepted the idea of being a mixed-race individual and already had a plan in mind. By clarifying the details one by one, she could roughly formulate a research plan.

I left the research department.

Naruto was refreshed and in high spirits. How could he not be? With both physical and psychological impact, he strode out the door and went to find Choji.

I haven't seen Hinata at all these past few days; I heard she's in the Jonin Exams.

Compared to Shikamaru and Ino, Choji has it the easiest. Shikamaru has to aim for the position of the second strategist, Ino is even more complicated.

Choji's daily life revolves around eating; life is all about eating. He jumps onto tables and shows off in a 360-degree arc, taking a bite out of anything that's alive, high or low.

The two met up and went into a snack shop to eat and chat.

"Is it okay, Choji?" He clinked glasses with Choji and asked.

"You're no good. In a while, you'll be pregnant," Choji muttered. "You'll have at least two. I'll make you so envious."

"Forget it, I'm not envious at all." Naruto had been getting a bit cocky lately, shaking his leg and looking particularly smug.

"How's your situation going?" Choji suddenly realized something, blinking his beady eyes. "Have you made up your mind?"

It was the same old routine: both girls are good girls, so don't be fickle. He went on and on, then slumped onto the table.

"I'm so hungry, I want some more food."

Naruto hummed along, but he didn't really listen. What "choose one of two"? Choosing between two options at a time like this? Isn't that just like playing the stock market?

Die, you bastard.

In his words, now is the perfect time, the perfect place, and the perfect opportunity. Ino got busy, Hinata immediately finished her Jonin exams.

He's still lurking in Konohagakure, ready to make his move.

Hesitation leads to defeat, decisiveness leads to giving away everything. They've been together for six or seven years, so giving away everything is fine. He's just like someone who's used to having too many problems and doesn't care about the burden of debt.

Both of them were quite drunk, and finally able to speak some truths. Choji, slurring his words, looked at Naruto with red-rimmed eyes and kept talking.

"Getting married is so difficult; there's always someone interfering."

"I have no one to take care of me, but it's still hard work. The capable should do more." That was the voice of that slut.

"Ugh!!!"

"Damn it, don't throw up!"

Another mess. Naruto suspects that Choji, that idiot, is deliberately getting revenge on him. He must be secretly envious of Gilgamesh to the point of turning purple, but on the surface, he can only tell himself to be a good person.

After considering all possibilities, he felt this was the most likely.

After resting for a day, Naruto, whose legs were about to give out, stayed home the next day instead of going anywhere else.

Nine-Tails had just returned from outside and was stunned to see Naruto lying at home. He seemed a little incredulous and even pinched himself.

Why didn't you go out?

"Does it really have to go out? Can't you rest for a bit?" Naruto glanced at it, then continued lying on the sofa reading comics, specifically the "Make-Out Paradise" manga.

In the Shinobi World, there are also students who love to draw and have a fervent pursuit of art. They specialize in drawing beautiful doujinshi, attempting to tame the public's tastes.

It's like there's a certain type of behavior that can't be written about, so students who like to write can only write about feet. Some even go so far as to write about sex with stockings—that can't be said.

"What kind of wine is that on your table? It's different from the wine I've had before, it's yellow." Nine-Tails walked over curiously and sniffed it.

"Go away, go away, this is an adult's wine, it's not for you to drink."

"You're so stingy. Giving me a sip won't cost you anything." Nine-Tails was still unwilling to give up and tried to take the bottle of medicinal wine from the table, but it was snatched back in the end.

There are only two kinds of medicinal wine in the world: those that nourish the kidneys and those that don't.

Having lost face, Nine-Tails ignored Naruto. After wandering around the living room for a while, it went to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of wine, and carried it into its own room.

The living room was empty.

"It's almost time to do task three when I have some free time. It's not good to always be stuck at one-fifth of the way through," he muttered to himself.

He was ready to deal with Danzo, but because the recently approved Communicator Project had not yet been fully implemented, he had to wait a few more days.

Taking action now might alert the enemy.

Tsunade wasn't in a hurry, he wasn't in a hurry, and Danzo wasn't in a hurry either. They were all harboring wicked intentions, waiting to see who would lose their composure first and who would be successfully lured into a trap.

Naruto closed his eyes and sank his consciousness into the Sealing Space.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw a prison cell before her, Yugito Nii calmly looked at her. After being imprisoned for two and a half years, she was now at peace.

Hydrangea and Yakumo Kurama were still training at the Evil God Altar, which basically meant they were getting beaten up. He didn't care at all; he'd train them relentlessly until they were exhausted.

Moreover, the Evil God Altar will not die at all, so it doesn't matter to them.

In the sealed space's cell, only Yugito Nii remained. She was a Jonin from Kumogakure, and the Jinchūriki of the Two-Tails, Matatabi.

The college entrance exams ended in the sweltering summer heat, Xu Zhou held an ice pop in one hand and opened a game in the other. (Nurturing a Childhood Sweetheart?)

[Xu Qianqian studies for one hour, rewarding the host with the same amount of learning experience x2h]

[Xu Qianqian earned 80 yuan from her part-time job, rewarding the host with 160 yuan]

By Check-in Senior Resource Pack, Xu Zhou picked up some strange attributes from the aloof senior student, making him even more confused.