Busy Signing In at Lone Graves on the Battlefield, Paper Release Secret Arts for Konan! Brother Yu: This Round Is Secure

The air in the Hidden Rain Village was as damp, cold, and oppressive as ever.

After leaving the abandoned pipes, Kamizuki Yu did not head straight for Hanzo's tower.

[Flying Thunder God Technique] activated. His figure flickered several times through the ceaseless rain, already far from that corner that had once carried their earliest dreams.

He needed to process a few things and make some minor adjustments to his next course of action.

Changing the fates of those three children was no empty promise.

The rain washed over this country, washing over countless sorrows as well.

Ahead, a stretch of ruined walls and rubble suddenly entered his sight.

It seemed that a fairly large battle had taken place here not long ago.

The ground was scorched black. Broken kunai and shuriken lay scattered carelessly about, while several tattered Hidden Rain forehead protectors were half-buried in mud.

The smell of gunpowder and rust still lingered in the air, not yet completely cleansed by the rain, mingling with a nauseating stench of decay.

At the edge of the battlefield, several shattered rocks had been piled together with difficulty. A broken tachi was planted at the top, with several Hidden Rain forehead protectors tied to its hilt.

An incomparably crude memorial stele.

Kamizuki Yu came to a stop.

Even though he had long grown accustomed to life and death, an indescribable emotion still welled up within him.

War, no matter the world, always brought nothing but wounds.

These Hidden Rain ninja might once have held their own convictions and things they wished to protect, yet in the end, they had become nothing more than a handful of dirt on this cold battlefield, without even leaving behind their names.

He could sense the lingering remnants of will here, filled with unwillingness and the most primal longing for peace.

"System, can I sign in here?"

[Ding! A special energy convergence point, 'Land of Rain Nameless Battlefield Memorial Stele,' has been detected. It meets the sign-in conditions. Would you like to sign in?]

"Sign in."

[Ding! Sign-in at [Land of Rain Nameless Battlefield Memorial Stele] successful! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining [Complete Guide to Paper Release Secret Arts (including improvement concepts for the Paper Person of God Technique and material optimization plans for explosive tags)]!]

In an instant, an immense torrent of information flooded his mind.

From the most basic manipulation of paper, to Paper Clones, Paper Shuriken, and Paper Prison Technique, then to the detailed principles behind Konan's future trump card, the [Paper Person of God Technique], and even further directions for improvement.

There were also secret methods for using different chakra natures to create paper with special effects, as well as greatly increasing the power and concealment of explosive tags while reducing chakra consumption.

This reward had come at exactly the right time.

He had originally possessed only a vague direction for how to guide Konan. Now, everything had become clear.

With this [Complete Guide to Paper Release Secret Arts], he was even confident that he could raise Konan's mastery of Paper Release beyond that of her original counterpart.

Six hundred billion explosive tags?

With optimization, perhaps a smaller quantity could inflict even greater devastation—or with the same quantity, every enemy could be completely erased from this world.

No, it was not merely about destruction.

Paper could also carry life and hope.

Perhaps that was the true destination of Konan's gentleness.

Kamizuki Yu's consciousness withdrew from the vast sea of information. The joy brought by the sign-in did not last long.

The intangible wails lingering around the memorial stele seemed to become clearer.

The quiet sobs of countless dead Hidden Rain ninja, their hatred of war and prayers for peace in their homeland, crashed against his senses like a tide.

It was a peculiar resonance.

Perhaps it was the Sage Body's ultimate affinity with natural energy that allowed him to sense such a pure collection of wills more easily.

"Peace..."

He murmured softly.

To someone who had long grown used to the ninja world's rules of survival of the fittest and supremacy of strength, the word had once seemed distant and laughable.

Yet at this moment, the wishes of these departed souls made the string called "change" in his heart tremble even more fiercely.

Yahiko and the others wanted to change the Hidden Rain Village, to make this country stop crying.

What an innocent idea.

And yet, how very... worthy of protection.

He slowly extended his hand, chakra gathering in his palm.

It was neither violent lightning nor vibrant Wood Release.

Only a small, immaculate white flower formed entirely from energy.

Its petals were delicate, as though they would shatter at a touch, yet it bloomed quietly amid the wind and rain.

He gently placed the chakra flower before the crude memorial stele.

"Rest in peace."

"What you yearn for, I will bring to this land in another form."

This was not a promise, but more like a declaration.

To those departed souls, and to himself.

After doing all this, Kamizuki Yu did not linger.

The central tower of the Hidden Rain Village, Hanzo of the Salamander's throne, was still waiting for him.

There were richer sign-in rewards there, as well as an old order that needed to be thoroughly shattered.

His figure merged into the curtain of rain once more, silent and unseen.

That white flower swayed quietly upon the desolate battlefield.