Natsuki came before Shikamaru, Madara, and Tobirama Senju.
"I'm short on time, so I need you to cooperate with me."
"Of course, I won't have you help for nothing. Your reward will be the resurrection of your loved ones."
Shikamaru's expression shook. "My father too?"
Natsuki laughed. "Of course. I know that in this timeline, he was blown up without even a body left."
"So I specifically brought Shikaku's blood with me."
The ever-calm Shikamaru was overjoyed. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, Lord Natsuki!"
Shikamaru's lips trembled, and he was utterly overwhelmed and dazed.
Natsuki comfortingly patted Shikamaru on the shoulder.
This Shikamaru had always been unable to let go of Shikaku's death. It had become a knot in his heart.
Every memorial day, he would stand before the Memorial Monument for a long time.
If he had not been Shikamaru, who placed logic above all else, he probably would have become a second Kakashi.
In Natsuki's dimension, Shikaku was diligently helping Minato handle government affairs.
Natsuki was more than happy to do such an easy favor.
Madara beside him stared at Natsuki. "I personally destroyed Izuna's body. Can you still do it?"
Natsuki spread his hands. "The you in my timeline said the same thing."
"But it's fine. If you don't believe me, I can first use Impure World Reincarnation to bring out your brother Izuna for you to see?"
Madara's face was filled with uncertainty. No one would tell a lie that could be exposed so easily.
And given Natsuki's strength, there was no need for him to deceive Madara.
So Izuna really could be brought back?
After Madara's expression shifted for a while, he steadied himself. "Fine. I believe you."
"What do you need us to do?"
Just as Natsuki was about to speak, his expression