Beginning the Transmigration

"Well..."

Sarutobi Hiruzen shrugged. He hadn't expected to talk Kakashi around with mere words.

From another angle, insisting on using Obito's Sharingan was itself a manifestation of Kakashi's Will of Fire.

Even if Sarutobi Hiruzen no longer believed in that now, he still had to brainwash his subordinates.

"Now that we know Shimura Danzō's scheme..."

"You'll need to make a trip, Kakashi."

Sarutobi Hiruzen's tone carried a killing intent.

"I'll handle everything inside the village..."

"When the assassination squad comes, there will be one special individual among them."

"You'll recognize him at a glance..."

"Bring him back safely."

Kakashi immediately understood—he was to impersonate the Third Hokage and draw attention.

Though he was curious about the special person Sarutobi Hiruzen mentioned, the current Kakashi was a thoroughly qualified ninja who would act without asking questions.

"Yes, Lord Third!"

Sarutobi Hiruzen patted Kakashi on the shoulder, a mysterious look on his face.

"When this mission is complete,"

"There'll be a surprise for you."

Kakashi stared blankly at Sarutobi Hiruzen, who stood right before him.

He felt that the Third Hokage had undergone some indescribable change, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

'It's like... Lord Third's mindset has gotten younger?!'

Kakashi tried to describe the change in the Third Hokage, sensing a faint dissonance.

'But a Lord Third like this...'

'Seems a bit easier to get close to...'

After assigning Kakashi his task, Sarutobi Hiruzen's expression darkened as he faced the empty space before him.

In just a few days, he would face his first crisis since transmigrating—Danzō's assassination.

"In the original story, I came out of this assassination unscathed..."

"But this time, I have no intention of letting that old bastard Danzō off."

Sarutobi Hiruzen narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flickering within them.

"Logically, Danzō's strength and influence are far inferior to mine..."

"I also hold the righteous authority of the Hokage..."

"But knowing that bastard Danzō's nature, even if he's sentenced to death, he won't go down without a fight."

So, to play it safe, Sarutobi Hiruzen had no intention of facing Danzō without preparation.

He turned his gaze to his system.

In such a short time, the only variable was this.

Without hesitation, Sarutobi Hiruzen thought to himself, "Add points, dee—"

"Ahem, wrong slogan."

"System! Prepare for transmigration!"

Immediately, a hazy light from the system enveloped Sarutobi Hiruzen, activating some mysterious space-time mechanism.

"Please confirm the level of the world for transmigration."

"Two-Star World..."

Sarutobi Hiruzen answered without hesitation.

Naturally, he had to choose a world with supernatural power to gain something.

"Please select the key Entry for the transmigration world..."

"By assigning transmigration Entries, you can narrow the range of worlds and achieve more precise transmigration..."

"Note: Each additional key Entry for a Two-Star World requires an extra 500 Source Energy."

Sarutobi Hiruzen frowned slightly. The system hadn't mentioned this function before.

More importantly, he currently had only a little over 1,300 points of Space-Time Source Energy. After covering the cost of transmigrating to a Two-Star World, there was no surplus to spend on additional Entries for this trip.

"The first transmigration includes one free Entry..."

"Would you like to use it?"

It seemed to have sensed Sarutobi Hiruzen's thoughts, the system granted the host a free opportunity.

"I'll definitely use it..."

Sarutobi Hiruzen naturally wouldn't pass up a free chance.

"Please confirm the entry."

The system's voice rose without emotion.

"Immortality..."

Sarutobi Hiruzen's steady voice followed closely behind.

"Confirm transmigration..."

"Two-Star World... keyword... Immortality..."

"Now searching."

"Found world related to the keyword."

"Beginning to break the World Barrier..."

"Beginning transmigration..."

As the system's voice rang out repeatedly, Sarutobi Hiruzen's figure vanished from where he stood.

Flowers, birds, insects, fish—green mountains and clear waters.

By the time Sarutobi Hiruzen came to his senses again, he was already in a brand-new environment.

Sarutobi Hiruzen's nerves instantly tensed, then relaxed.

Because his surroundings were just an ordinary forest, with no trace of human presence.

But that didn't stop him, the Professor of Ninjutsu.

Sarutobi Hiruzen looked around at the environment, then vanished in an instant with a Body Flicker Technique.

With a few quick breaths and leaps, his figure appeared on a branch dozens of meters high.

Kunai with metal wires crisscrossed through the air, and in moments, several sparrows in the trees were caught in Sarutobi Hiruzen's hands.

"Ninja Art..."

"Mind Clone Technique!"

As the Professor of Ninjutsu, master of all techniques in Konoha, knowing the Yamanaka Clan's secret arts is probably perfectly normal.

Sarutobi Hiruzen silently joked to himself.

In truth, if the creatures of other worlds didn't lack Chakra, he had simpler and more brutal perception techniques to detect life forms.

But obviously, techniques based on sensing Chakra couldn't be used here, so he had to resort to this more complicated method.

Next, Sarutobi released the sparrows, now sharing his vision, into the air.

"Seems like an environment close to ancient times..."

"Plants and animals are both lush and primitive..."

"And there's no trace of supernatural power..."

As the sparrows flew, the images in Sarutobi Hiruzen's mind gradually grew richer.

"This is all the grain our village has left."

"Honored sirs..."

"There really isn't any more!"

In a rustic village, a crowd of villagers stared in fear at the mounted samurai before them.

If anything, calling these men samurai was more accurate than calling them bandits.

"Not enough grain?"

"That's fine."

The leading samurai grinned viciously at the villagers.

"Hand over the women you're hiding."

"Then I'll let bygones be bygones."

"Otherwise..."

The samurai's stubble-covered face carried a murderous intent.

"I'll have no choice but to kill you all!"

The villagers exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions instantly tense.

Before these samurai arrived, they had indeed hidden their women and children away, all to prevent these brutes from violating their wives and daughters.

But they never expected the samurai to discover it so easily.

Seeing the villagers still hesitating, the samurai's expressions hardened.

"Clang!"

The sound of long blades being drawn rang out one after another. Though these samurai wore tattered clothes, their blades were all quite new, with sharp reflections.

Clearly, they had been well-maintained on a daily basis.

In this era, only the samurai class was qualified to carry swords.

This was also the foundation of the gap between samurai and commoners, and the confidence that allowed them to plunder the common people at will.

The combat power of cold weapons versus bare hands was almost on a completely different level.

A well-trained samurai with a blade could easily cut down seven or eight commoners wielding farm tools.

If the poor farmers didn't even have the courage to resist with their tools, then the words "well-trained" might as well be omitted.

Read on, read on, read on!