Rinnegan

A world where only the victors existed, a world of peace, a world of love!

I just wanted to create a world like that!

"For this, I have returned!"

Looking at the lifeless boy before him, the old man smiled. Then his pupils glowed crimson.

"From this day on, you are the savior."

When Guo Wang opened his eyes on the tatami, he felt as if every last bit of energy had been drained from him.

"Like a medicinal husk squeezed dry after cultivating with the women at Huanxi Pavilion."

The intense headache made the black-haired middle-aged man press his left hand to his temple.

As he awoke, a dozen shadowy, obscure presences appeared beyond the door, each one detected by his keen senses.

When he lifted the bandage covering the upper-right half of his face, a very strange visual pattern surfaced in his mind.

"Is this right eye the Sharingan?"

Guo Wang had just awakened from a long slumber. After inspecting the memories of the person whose body he had taken over, he murmured to himself.

But then he discovered something else that left him speechless.

There was only one bed laid out on the tatami, but he wasn't alone. A purple-haired girl, naked and curled up in a corner, was fast asleep, overcome by the immense trauma to her body and mind.

"This guy's character really is despicable."

Guo Wang was a rare cultivator among the unorthodox sects who had condensed a Primordial Spirit. He had died in the great calamity that swept across the entire Dao Realm, but a Five-Colored Stone he had worn brought him to this world.

He had no idea how someone called Danzo had been so lucky. As a young man, he had found this Five-Colored Stone in a river. After discovering that it could help him refine Chakra, he had kept it close ever since.

Guo Wang had actually recovered enough Primordial Spirit power more than ten years ago to completely devour his host's consciousness. But for some reason, he had sensed a pair of terrifying eyes watching this world, eyes connected to the cycle of life and death. If he used the possession technique, his origins from outside this world might be discovered, so he had remained hidden until now.

He didn't know what had happened to the owner of those terrifying eyes, but a few days ago, they had suddenly turned their gaze away.

After confirming it again and again, Guo Wang, who had been bound inside the Five-Colored Stone for decades, stopped waiting. He immediately used the God-Devouring Technique and replaced the being called Danzo.

He had only just skimmed through the memories of the body he had taken over when a rustling, creepy sound, like insects crawling, rose from beyond the door.

"Lord Danzo, it's almost time."

A man wearing a white hooded cloak and an animal mask knelt on one knee before Guo Wang, his tone respectful.

"Mm. Have Gui come in. The rest of you, go get ready."

Imitating Danzo's usual tone, Guo Wang stood up, his gaze cold and his expression indifferent.

Their conversation woke the purple-haired girl. Frowning, she slowly opened her swollen, beautiful eyes and found an unusually dark, deep gaze quietly watching her from beside the bed. She jumped in fright and tried to scramble away, only to feel the chill against her skin and remember the painful scenes from before she had passed out.

"Danzo!"

The two words, brimming with anger, came from the girl's still-youthful face, and Guo Wang couldn't help feeling a headache coming on.

From the memories, he learned that Danzo had lately been pursuing his ambitions, frequently operating along the border between the Land of Earth and the Land of Fire. Leading Root, he had impersonated people from both sides and hunted shinobi, only to unexpectedly draw the attention of a peacekeeping organization from the Land of Rain.

Naturally, this organization was no match for the "Darkness of the Shinobi." Danzo had been about to kill these deluded idealists in no time at all, but a pair of legendary eyes had stopped Root, renowned throughout the Shinobi World!

The Rinnegan!

To find out whether these eyes truly had the power to control life and death, Danzo had personally gone to speak with Hanzo and convinced him to wipe out the organization that sheltered the wielder of the Rinnegan.

The Sage of Six Paths was simply too renowned. To ensure the plan succeeded without fail, Danzo had also captured this purple-haired woman, who clearly held an important place in the Rinnegan wielder's heart. Danzo had been single all his life, though he had plenty of partners in the village. He'd been out fighting for some time and was pent up, and with the girl's beautiful, delicate features, something unspeakable had happened.

That sort of thing took a lot of energy, especially for a man approaching old age.

The encounter had been even more exhausting than a real fight with blades. It had also made Guo Wang's possession go more smoothly; he had barely felt any strong resistance from his host.

"What's your name?"

Hearing the demon before her ask that, the girl gripped the edge of the blanket covering her body. Chakra rapidly built up inside her, and the Paper Flower adorning her purple hair suddenly blossomed, transforming into Shuriken that whistled sharply as they pierced various parts of Danzo's body.

"Lord Danzo?"

Just then, a woman in an armored vest and black pants that accentuated her slender figure entered the room and saw what had happened. Her voice was full of shock.

"Don't worry. I just wanted to test the power of my right eye."

From Danzo's memories, he knew that this was one of the most powerful forces in Konoha, if not the entire Shinobi World.

They called this power... Kekkei Genkai!

A pretty good name.

"From One Tomoe to Three Tomoe, and then finally the Mangekyo. It can actually turn the deepest, truest desires of the heart into reality. This power has already touched upon the 'rules of the world.' It is part of the Dao."

Guo Wang slowly opened his right eye, which had been closed until then. A blood-red iris appeared, with three black tomoe arranged at equal intervals. Then a thread of icy spiritual force, formed from his Primordial Spirit power and carrying all the negative emotions he had experienced while overcoming his Inner Demon, descended from his Sea of Consciousness and merged into the eyeball.

Then the three black tomoe spun continuously. After blurring for a moment, they transformed into a strange pattern.

Mangekyo!

"Mm!"

The purple-haired girl had no time to rejoice before her gaze met the Sharingan. With a faint moan, the Mangekyo pattern appeared in her eyes too, but vanished in an instant, leaving only dark pupils.

"Awake now? Come on. It's time to face your judgment."

Before Konan could react, a female Anbu wearing a fox mask seized her hands and marched her out of the room.

What was going on? It seemed like I'd lost a stretch of time!