A Blessing Falls From the Heavens While Sitting at Home

At exactly 8:00 PM, the sharp cry of an eagle signaled an emergency meeting in Konoha. The piercing sound waves swept across the entire village, summoning every registered Jonin to the Hokage Office Building.

The Third Hokage's expression was grim as he announced the news to the ninjas waiting in the hall below: "The Uchiha clan, one of the founding families of Konoha and a top-tier powerhouse in the ninja world, was discovered by the Anbu this evening to have been wiped out in its entirety."

"The culprit behind the massacre of the Uchiha clan is Uchiha Itachi, son of the clan head Uchiha Fugaku. Only one survivor remains, Uchiha Sasuke, who is currently receiving emergency treatment!"

The ninjas standing in the hall looked at the Third Hokage with instinctive shock, as if asking, Lord Third, are you joking? With hundreds of Uchiha clansmen, how could Uchiha Itachi possibly annihilate the entire clan without alerting the Anbu?

Immediately, the Jonin turned their gazes toward Hyuga Hiashi, their eyes filled with strange, complex emotions.

Hiashi, looking dazed, said nothing. He didn't celebrate by inviting all the Jonin out for a barbecue; instead, he asked with deep confusion: "Lord Hokage, what qualifications does Uchiha Itachi have to slaughter the entire Uchiha clan alone?"

When Hiashi first heard of the Uchiha massacre, he did feel a fleeting moment of schadenfreude, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of sorrow—the feeling of a rabbit mourning the death of a fox. The century-long rivalry between the two great ocular bloodline clans had finally ended with the deaths of hundreds of Uchiha.

"Mangekyo Sharingan," the Third Hokage said in a deep voice. "As Hokage, I declare that Uchiha Itachi is to be treated as an S-rank missing-nin. If his whereabouts are discovered, do not act rashly; report to the nearest contact point immediately."

Upon hearing "Mangekyo Sharingan," most of the Jonin present fell silent. Only the Outlaw, who had lucked his way through the Jonin written exam, looked completely bewildered, with the one in the bowl-cut spandex looking particularly conspicuous.

After announcing the Uchiha massacre, the Third Hokage did not let the Jonin go home to rest. Instead, he began assigning tasks, requiring those without current missions or leave to stay behind to temporarily establish a new defense pattern for Konoha.

"Lord Moon Worm, look what I brought you. I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

The High-ranking Dark Spirit seeped out from the shadows of the wall, his face full of gloating.

"Get me something from the land of the living. If it's related to the Underworld, wait until I've recovered my energy."

Fuyuki looked pained. Seeing a scene like a slaughterhouse for the first time was a bit of a shock for someone like him, a scholar from a civilized society. Back when he was studying, there were no charges with guns, nor was there such bloodshed.

"Don't worry, Brother Moon Worm, I guarantee this is as 'living' as it gets." As the High-ranking Dark Spirit spoke, he reached into the black clouds of his lower body and pulled out several jars of eyeballs soaking in saline, along with a few chunks of blood-stained flesh.

"..."

Fuyuki's eyelid twitched slightly, and he sighed: "Perhaps we have a different understanding of 'living'."

"What's the difference? It's all the same. This pair of Mangekyo Sharingan has two ocular techniques: Amaterasu and Kagayaki. The flames of Amaterasu easily reach three thousand degrees, and the Kagayaki illusion can use intense light to destroy spiritual bodies. Isn't that 'living' enough?" the High-ranking Dark Spirit insisted.

"Forget it, I don't want to discuss this with you. Find a time to go to Kusagakure, rescue a girl named Karin, and have her sign the 'Elemental Dawn Contract'. Cultivate her with everything you have; I need her Chakra-zilla." Fuyuki didn't want to know how the High-ranking Dark Spirit knew the abilities of the Mangekyo Sharingan.

Just hearing about it made him feel like he wouldn't be able to finish his midnight snack.

"High-ranking Yang, I'll leave the eyes in your care. Until I find a suitable user, use your pure Yang-Style Chakra to nourish them!"

Following Fuyuki's call, a High-ranking Spirit with perfect proportions walked into the room from outside, long legs striding, and took the saline jars from the High-ranking Dark Spirit.

Fuyuki was listless, partly due to the psychological discomfort caused by Itachi's cruelty, but primarily because he had performed a new summoning. He had summoned the High-ranking Spirit of Yang-Style Chakra, Life of Vodal, which had drained his own chakra reserves.

High-ranking Spirits possessed the strength of a Jonin. When Fuyuki created them, they were merely shells; they didn't actually contain chakra inside. They needed to refine it themselves or plunder it from their contractors.

If he were to summon a complete High-ranking Spirit, Fuyuki would surely end up in a coffin, waiting for eight Kumogakure ninjas to carry him away.

High-ranking Yang poured out the saline and stuffed the two eyeballs directly into his stomach, looking disgusted, as if he had been tainted: "So smelly. It has a stench that makes me want to vomit, and it's cold and icy. It makes my stomach uncomfortable, just like a period."

The green-skinned, golden-proportioned High-ranking Elemental Spirit spoke with a voice full of masculine bravado, leaving Fuyuki feeling a river of sorrow flowing backward. Wasn't it just because he disliked the "bro-dude" rabbit-head look that he gave High-ranking Yang a makeover?

The result was a reverse-Nezha: a devilish physique paired with an incredibly rough, booming voice.

As for his appearance? Sorry, there wasn't one; the High-ranking Yang Spirit was a Faceless Spirit.

"Both of you, get out. Don't bother me; I need some peace and quiet." Fuyuki waved his hand. "By the way, don't forget about finding a contractor. If you encounter obstacles in Kusagakure, you can ask me for support. With my magical attainments, I can still make a contribution."

Uchiha Itachi was such a pauper; he'd signed a summoning contract for so long and never even used a summoned beast to do any work!

That elite Jonin-level chakra he contributed once a week wasn't even enough for Fuyuki to perform his daily body detox and beauty treatments!

If he didn't find more contractors, Fuyuki's plan to lie down and let the Yang-Style Spirit maintain his body to get stronger would be ruined. He didn't want to return to the boring days of waking up early for morning exercises.

"Young Master Fuyuki, the Clan Head has returned." Natsumi said to Fuyuki through the door.

"Alright, I know."

Fuyuki straightened his messy clothes and knocked on the study door with a serious expression: "Father, I have something urgent to discuss with you."

"Come in."

"As it happens, I have something to discuss as well—" Hiashi had just begun to brew his emotions when he was ruthlessly interrupted by his rebellious son: "Your matter can wait. The summoning scroll I lost was stolen by Uchiha Itachi. I want to apply for a budget of two hundred million ryo to have ninjas retrieve it."

"Two hundred million?" Hiashi frowned: "Do you have any idea what two hundred million represents? The head of an elite Jonin only costs thirty million. I will not approve these funds for a summoning scroll of unknown significance."

"It is not of unknown significance. The summoning realm I signed a contract with possesses seven Jonin, two Kage-level summoned beasts, and one Super-Kage level expert."

Fuyuki feigned a gloomy expression, symbolically formed the seals for the Summoning Technique, and slammed his hand onto the floor. The High-ranking Yang Spirit, still carrying the eyeballs in his stomach, was summoned before Hiashi: "This is a chakra spirit I only recently learned to summon. There are seven like him."

"If we don't retrieve it, our Hyuga clan will lose two Kage-level and one Super-Kage level expert from this day forward!"

Hiashi was silent for a moment: "Stop talking nonsense. I've watched you grow up; I don't recall you ever signing a summoning contract with any creature. Tell the truth—this reason is not enough to swindle two hundred million in cash from me."

"Ah, this..." Fuyuki was stunned, not understanding how his old man saw through his ruse.

The Hyuga clan possessed the Byakugan. Before Fuyuki even formed his seals, his chakra had already been mobilized. The so-called Multiplication Summoning Technique didn't require seals at all, and Hiashi even knew that the summoned beasts Fuyuki brought out were condensed from Fuyuki's own chakra.

As for why Hiashi knew... well, if Fuyuki were to shave his head, he would be shocked to find a curse mark tattoo on his scalp.

The name of this curse mark was 'Contract Seal'!

In order to make Fuyuki fall in love with the family's ancestral craft, his humble old father had already exhausted every possible means.