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[Naruto Grandfather] Chapter 151 - 155
🕑 Added 2025-02-01 01:00:02 +0000 UTCChapter 151
Orochimaru's methods defied common sense, but somehow, everyone found them oddly acceptable.
"Jiraiya, just explain it clearly!"
"If Orochimaru's proposition goes against convention, maybe we can still consider it," Kitsuchi said, his tone serious yet conflicted.
Hearing this, Jiraiya could only force a wry smile. He sighed deeply, then began to explain.
"Konoha possesses a forbidden technique called Edo Tensei—the Reanimation Jutsu."
"This jutsu can summon the souls of the deceased from the Pure Land back into this world by using sacrificial offerings."
"During Orochimaru's attempted invasion of Konoha, he used this very technique to summon the First and Second Hokage."
"At the time, the technique was still incomplete, so the First and Second Hokage’s powers couldn’t manifest to their fullest extent. Even so, they were strong enough to force the Third Hokage to use a forbidden technique of his own, resulting in his sacrifice to stop them."
Jiraiya paused briefly, his expression grim, before continuing.
"Now, after years of research, Orochimaru has perfected the Edo Tensei."
"However, this technique requires a fragment of the deceased’s remains to serve as a medium."
"Orochimaru’s proposal is this: the great ninja villages will provide the remains of their ancestors, allowing him to summon them through Edo Tensei and place them under the villages’ control."
As Jiraiya's words echoed through the room, silence fell upon the gathering. The Four Kage and their guards wore expressions of shock and disbelief.
After a long pause, someone finally broke the silence, their voice trembling.
"Orochimaru... dares to tamper with the souls of the dead? Doesn’t he fear the same fate befalling him one day?"
Jiraiya let out a bitter laugh, unable to argue against the sentiment.
In truth, even Jiraiya—a man known for his carefree demeanor—felt deeply disturbed by Orochimaru's forbidden experiments.
Had it not been for Konoha’s current crisis, he would have done everything in his power to destroy Orochimaru’s lab and ensure this jutsu was never used again.
Having lived through countless wars, Jiraiya couldn’t bear to imagine the horror of being used as a pawn in battle even after death.
But...
Konoha was now on the brink of destruction, and there was no one else who could provide a solution.
All he could do was swallow his unease and remain silent.
The other Kage frowned, their faces etched with conflict.
Kitsuchi, in particular, looked deeply troubled. As someone who had recently lost his father, his emotions were in turmoil.
On one hand, he mourned his father and longed for the chance to see him again. On the other hand, as the stalwart representative of the Earth Country, he held firm to a belief in peace and respect for the dead.
Disturbing the eternal rest of the deceased for the sake of the living felt fundamentally wrong to him.
His inner turmoil, however, was interrupted by Jiraiya's next revelation.
"Incidentally, Orochimaru mentioned to me after the death of the Third Tsuchikage..." Jiraiya began, his tone hesitant.
"...that since the Third Tsuchikage’s body was completely obliterated, there is no way to reincarnate him using Edo Tensei."
Kitsuchi let out a long, relieved sigh, slumping back into his chair. A faint, bitter smile tugged at his lips.
"In that case, so be it," he muttered. "The Iwagakure will abstain from voting on this matter. You all can decide whether or not to accept Orochimaru's offer."
With Kitsuchi’s stance declared, Gaara of the Sand stepped forward next, his expression resolute.
"Allow me to voice my position," he said.
"I am firmly against this proposal."
"My father, the Fourth Kazekage, was betrayed and killed by Orochimaru during an alliance mission. I have every reason to distrust him."
{TN:It seem that there have been a mistake on the previous chapter, Rasa actualy did die at Konoha crush plan, but somehow still alive at the auction, I will edit previous auction ark chapter from Rasa to Chiyo, sorry}
"I can’t shake the suspicion that this Edo Tensei is part of a larger scheme to destabilize the Five Great Nations."
Gaara’s clear opposition silenced the room. Darui and Mei Terumi, who were on the verge of speaking, fell into thoughtful contemplation.
After a prolonged silence, Darui finally spoke, his brow furrowed in thought.
"Kazekage, I understand your reasoning," he began. "But can we differentiate between rejecting Orochimaru himself and rejecting the potential benefits of Edo Tensei?"
"If we, the Five Great Nations, take control of the technique, we could use it to summon our ancestors and compensate for our current lack of top-tier combat power."
"Perhaps we could have Konoha share the original Edo Tensei technique with us. Each village would then conduct the summoning independently."
At Darui’s suggestion, the Kage present exchanged thoughtful glances, their expressions tinged with intrigue.
Only Jiraiya maintained his bitter smile, shaking his head slightly.
"As Hokage, I can share the original Edo Tensei with the other villages," he said.
"But I must caution you—this forbidden technique is far more complex than you might think."
"Konoha has had numerous talented ninjas attempt to learn it over the years, yet none succeeded—except for Orochimaru."
"Furthermore, the version I can provide is incomplete. Even if someone manages to master it, they won’t be able to fully restore the deceased’s strength from their lifetime."
Chapter 152
Hearing Jiraiya’s words, a wave of disappointment swept through the room.
If the original version of Edo Tensei was incomplete and incapable of fully restoring a person's strength, then its value as high-level combat power diminished significantly.
Could they truly entrust such a critical task to Konoha’s rogue ninja—Orochimaru?
The idea was difficult for anyone to accept. After all, this was a technique they would rather keep under their own control.
Even at a summit like the Five Kage Conference, tensions simmered beneath the surface. The five major ninja villages were far from united; bitterness and mistrust still lingered.
"In that case, Hokage-sama, please provide us with this technique so that we may examine it ourselves," Darui said, his tone measured but skeptical.
"If it’s truly as flawed as you claim, perhaps we can work together to perfect it. And if not—"
Darui’s eyes narrowed, revealing his doubt. Clearly, he didn’t entirely trust Jiraiya’s assertions.
No one in the room did. The assembled leaders were all seasoned strategists, unwilling to believe anything without seeing it with their own eyes.
Anticipating this reaction, Jiraiya had come prepared. He retrieved the scroll containing the forbidden technique and presented it to the group.
The moment the scroll was unrolled, a glint of greed flickered in the eyes of several attendees.
This was a jutsu capable of resurrecting the dead. The allure of such power was undeniable.
"Let me remind you all," Jiraiya said coldly, his tone sharp and warning. "We are allies now. Any attempt to use this for personal gain or to undermine the alliance will only invite chaos."
His chakra flared subtly, a reminder of his strength and authority.
Terumi Mei, the Mizukage, broke the tension by seconding the motion.
"I agree with Hokage-sama’s terms," she said firmly.
Darui followed with a nod. "Seconded."
Kitsuchi, representing the Earth Country, simply shrugged. "No objections here."
Satisfied that no one dared to voice dissent, Jiraiya proceeded.
"This is the original version of Edo Tensei, a forbidden technique created by the Second Hokage," he announced, unfurling the scroll for all to see.
He paused, allowing the weight of the statement to sink in.
The Second Hokage was legendary—not only for his combat prowess but for his unparalleled ingenuity in developing ninjutsu.
While the First Hokage was revered as the "God of Shinobi," the Second Hokage stood as a testament to the limitless potential of human intellect.
"This technique is ancient and enigmatic," someone murmured, awe evident in their tone.
"To revive the dead and bend them to your will... if not for its flaws, Konoha might have ruled the ninja world long ago," another whispered, their voice tinged with unease.
Jiraiya shook his head and countered firmly.
"Konoha is a peace-loving village. We would never resort to actions that would provoke the wrath of both people and gods."
His words were met with silence. The assembled Kage did not openly refute him, but their skepticism was clear.
Their attention was fully consumed by the scroll. As they studied its contents, the brilliance of the Second Hokage’s intellect became ever more apparent.
What kind of man could conceive such a technique? The question lingered in everyone’s minds.
Jiraiya observed them quietly, aware of the dangerous allure of the forbidden art.
Edo Tensei was a jutsu that made a pact with death itself. Few could wield such a power without being consumed by it.
Even within Konoha’s long history, only two people had ever mastered the technique: the Second Hokage and Orochimaru.
For the others in the room, understanding the theory was one thing, but mastering the technique was another matter entirely.
The scroll seemed to resist them. Its secrets, while visible, slipped away as soon as they tried to commit them to memory.
One by one, the Kage and their advisors began to admit defeat.
"This technique cannot be learned so easily," Terumi Mei sighed, stepping back from the scroll.
Kitsuchi followed, shaking his head. "I can see the logic behind it, but I can’t grasp the execution."
Darui attempted a little longer but eventually relented. "It’s no use," he admitted, his frustration evident.
Only Gaara remained, his gaze fixed on the scroll.
The room grew tense as everyone pinned their hopes on him.
Jiraiya watched Gaara with mild surprise. The young Kazekage had lingered the longest, his focus unbroken. Perhaps he truly had a chance.
But just as the thought crossed Jiraiya’s mind, Gaara’s expression shifted. He sighed deeply and looked away from the scroll, disappointment etched on his face.
"It’s impossible," he admitted quietly.
A collective sigh swept through the room.
If even Gaara—arguably the most disciplined and determined among them—couldn’t master the technique, it was clear that none of them could.
"It seems we have no choice," Jiraiya said at last, his voice heavy. "We’ll need to rely on Orochimaru."
Chapter 153
The same thought crossed everyone’s mind: It’s inevitable.
But that didn’t mean they were willing to accept it.
Especially the other four Kage.
The idea that the central figure of the Five Kage Summit was a rogue ninja from Konoha was unbearable.
And yet, only Orochimaru possessed the complete Edo Tensei.
This was an indisputable fact.
No matter how much they wanted to, no one else could master the technique.
"Hokage-sama," Darui finally said, breaking the tense silence, "inform Orochimaru that we agree to his request—but the details must be renegotiated."
Gaara, Terumi Mei, and Kitsuchi nodded in agreement.
They shared Darui’s sentiment. While they reluctantly consented to working with Orochimaru, they weren’t about to hand him free rein.
In essence, this was just the beginning of a negotiation.
No one was naive enough to trust Orochimaru completely.
After all, the Edo Tensei-summoned warriors would ultimately remain under his control. Entrusting such immense power to Orochimaru was like handing a loaded kunai to a serpent.
Could anyone believe that Orochimaru would genuinely relinquish such power?
Jiraiya sighed, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on him. "Very well. I’ll inform Orochimaru."
Just as he prepared to leave, a sudden series of claps echoed from outside the room.
The sharp sound sent chills down everyone’s spine.
Someone had infiltrated the Five Kage Summit without a single person noticing.
"Who’s there?" Jiraiya demanded, his voice stern.
"Jiraiya, we’re old classmates. No need to be so hostile," came a familiar voice.
Orochimaru entered the room, dressed in a casual kimono, exuding an air of nonchalance—as if he’d just come from an afternoon tea.
And, in truth, he had.
He had been enjoying tea with Danzo, the two of them eavesdropping on the Five Kage Summit via a surveillance jutsu.
"I heard you were looking for me," Orochimaru said with a smirk. "So I decided to drop by."
The atmosphere in the room grew heavy. The Kage and their guards felt as though they were being stared down by a venomous predator, each of them a potential target for a fatal strike.
"Orochimaru, suppress your chakra," Darui snapped. "Unless you want this to escalate into a provocation."
"Relax, relax," Orochimaru replied, waving a hand dismissively. "You’re as uptight as ever. Did the Fourth Raikage never teach you how to stay calm?"
He glanced briefly at Killer B with a faint sneer before sauntering over to the conference table and seating himself.
"Let’s get started," he said, his voice calm but edged with impatience. "I assume you have something important to ask me."
Despite his casual demeanor, there was an unmistakable coldness in his tone.
For all the Kage knew, Orochimaru might actually consider resurrecting all the past Kage useful.
But his true intentions likely lay elsewhere—perhaps uncovering the ultimate secrets of life and death, the keys to becoming a god.
Orochimaru’s composure, however, only fueled the anger in the room.
To the Kage, his presence felt less like cooperation and more like charity, as though he were doing them a favor.
"Orochimaru, don’t forget who you’re dealing with," Kitsuchi growled. "You’re in the presence of five Kage. Do you really think you can walk out of here unscathed?"
Orochimaru’s expression didn’t change.
"And yet, the five of you together couldn’t defeat Uzumaki Chito," he said with a sneer. "So tell me, who’s begging whom right now?"
Kitsuchi’s patience snapped. Enraged, he lunged at Orochimaru, determined to subdue him.
But before he could reach his target, a white snake shot out from Orochimaru’s sleeve, its fanged mouth snapping toward Kitsuchi.
Boom!
The impact sent up a cloud of dust.
When it cleared, Kitsuchi had been forced back several steps, while the white snake had disintegrated into chakra residue.
"You didn’t think I’d come here in person, did you?" Orochimaru taunted, his laughter echoing in the room.
Silence fell.
The Kage knew all too well how critical Orochimaru was to their plans.
Capturing him might force him to reveal the secrets of Edo Tensei—but failing to do so would mean losing their only hope against Uzumaki Chito.
No one was willing to take that risk.
"If you need something from someone," Orochimaru said, his voice sharp and mocking, "you’d better show the proper attitude. Are you ready to have a civilized conversation now?"
Kitsuchi, his anger barely restrained, lowered his head slightly. "The earlier attack was just a test. Don’t take it personally."
For someone like Kitsuchi, this was as close to an apology as it got.
"Orochimaru, let’s not escalate things further," Jiraiya interjected, trying to defuse the tension.
His words, though directed at Orochimaru, also carried a subtle reprimand for Kitsuchi, who had been the first to act.
The color in Kitsuchi’s face darkened, but he said nothing.
The meeting resumed, but the dynamic had shifted entirely.
Orochimaru was now the center of attention, the focal point of the Five Kage Summit.
"As the Hokage, I support using Orochimaru’s Edo Tensei," Jiraiya declared, rising from his seat. "I am also willing to provide a body for the procedure."
Chapter 154
This proposal had been on the table from the start.
Jiraiya sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the situation. If it meant ensuring Konoha’s survival, he would shoulder the blame.
Konoha must endure, even if someone has to play the villain.
Jiraiya had made peace with that decision.
Orochimaru glanced at Jiraiya, surprised by his resolve, but then shook his head.
Jiraiya, always the idealist. Perhaps you would have made a fine Hokage if not for the chaos left by the Third.
The room buzzed with murmured discussions.
"Konoha was the first to agree to this plan," someone said.
"Well, it’s their proposal after all. Why wouldn’t they agree first?"
"Konoha values inheritance more than any other village. If the Hokage is willing to go this far, it’s hard to argue against it."
"...Still..."
Despite the murmurs, no one else seemed capable of making such a decisive choice.
Orochimaru caught snippets of the whispers and turned his gaze to Jiraiya.
Jiraiya looked defeated, his expression tinged with sorrow.
With a sigh, Orochimaru leaned closer and quipped, "Don’t worry, Jiraiya. If you die, I’ll personally reincarnate you with Edo Tensei. I’ll make sure you don’t have to face those old men in the afterlife."
Jiraiya glared at him, feeling as if he might cough up blood.
"Thanks, Orochimaru. How considerate," he muttered sarcastically, seething.
Orochimaru’s smirk only deepened.
The discussions among the Kage gradually wrapped up, though there were lingering concerns.
"What powerful figures is Konoha willing to provide? Does this include former Hokage?"
"And as for the Edo Tensei summons... the final control rests with Orochimaru. Honestly, we can’t trust him," Darui voiced, echoing the sentiments of the other Kage.
The tension between Kumogakure and Shin-Konoha was second only to Konoha itself.
After all, both the Fourth Raikage and Killer B had been humiliated and sold off by Shin-Konoha. The grudge ran deep.
Orochimaru, unfazed, responded coolly, "The control of the summons remains with me—that cannot be helped. But if any of you think you can perform Edo Tensei yourselves, be my guest."
His tone dripped with disdain as he glanced at them.
Darui clenched his fists, visibly irritated, but refrained from acting. Orochimaru’s words, infuriating as they were, held undeniable truth.
Not one among them had mastered Edo Tensei, nor did they trust anyone else to control it.
Jiraiya stepped forward to break the stalemate. "Regarding this issue, Konoha has chosen to trust Orochimaru."
He hesitated briefly before adding, "Konoha is also willing to provide the remains of its past Hokage and other powerful figures."
The room fell silent.
The magnitude of Jiraiya’s statement was not lost on anyone.
Even Orochimaru blinked in surprise, impressed by the boldness of the offer.
Jiraiya, you never fail to surprise me.
What this represented was clear: Konoha was offering the full weight of its past high-level combat power. Combined, the Hokage alone could match or surpass the might of the other four villages.
Darui broke the silence. "In that case, Kumogakure will also provide the remains of its past leaders."
Kitsuchi nodded. "Iwagakure supports this decision."
Terumi Mei followed suit. "Kirigakure agrees."
Gaara concluded, "Sunagakure will also participate."
Orochimaru’s smirk widened. What he thought would be a contentious negotiation had turned out far smoother than expected.
Jiraiya, you’re truly my big brother, he mused, momentarily grateful.
But then Darui raised his voice. "One condition," he said, looking at Orochimaru with a steely gaze.
"Speak," Jiraiya replied, cautiously.
"Orochimaru must sign a contract agreeing not to betray the Five Kage Alliance," Darui demanded.
The others nodded in agreement, echoing the sentiment.
Orochimaru chuckled softly. "A non-betrayal clause? That’s far too restrictive—it would limit my freedom. How about this instead?"
He continued, "I will relinquish control of the Edo Tensei summons to you. However, I reserve the right to conduct research on these revived figures."
The room was silent as the Kage considered the offer.
Orochimaru’s intention was never to control these resurrected figures for long. His true goal lay in studying them to uncover secrets that might lead to ultimate power.
After some deliberation, the Kage found the compromise acceptable.
Each side would get what they needed.
From that moment, the Five Kage Alliance officially reached a consensus.
Meanwhile, in the Land of Whirlpools, Uzumaki Chito stood on a cliff overlooking the ocean. A faint smile played on his lips.
"The Five Kage Summit... It must have started by now," he murmured, his gaze fixed in the direction of the Iron Country.
Chapter 155
Tsunade heard Uzumaki Chito’s voice and couldn’t help but feel a twinge of worry.
“Are you sure this is okay?” she asked hesitantly.
Uzumaki Chito smiled, his expression calm yet mocking. “It’s fine. Trash, no matter how much of it comes together, is still trash. That’s an unchangeable fact.”
He paused, his voice turning contemplative. “The existence of the ninja world and the meaning of being a ninja have always been about one thing: growing stronger. Strong enough that no one can stop you from moving forward.”
“Strong enough to turn the world upside down at will.”
“The Five Great Ninja Villages have lost their way,” Chito added with a chuckle, his words dripping with derision toward their so-called alliance.
Tsunade, still uneasy, voiced another concern. “But Orochimaru is helping the Five Great Ninja Villages.”
Chito reached out and gently ruffled her hair. The calming energy of his chakra flowed through her, easing her worries.
“Let him help,” Chito said, his tone dismissive. “Orochimaru has his reasons, and his name is already tied to this. It would be unbecoming for him not to follow through. That’s the way he operates.”
He smirked faintly. “I think it’s a narrow path he’s walking, but who knows? He might succeed.”
There was a hint of curiosity in his voice. Chito was genuinely intrigued by what Orochimaru’s research might yield—a path so radically different from traditional training.
With that, Chito closed his eyes, his focus shifting to the natural forces around him.
He attuned himself to the ebb and flow of nature’s power, feeling every force as if it were a living entity, listening to its whispers.
It was a profound sensation, one that filled him with awe.
Tsunade watched him for a moment, then sighed. Deciding not to disturb him further, she began tidying up the tea set on the table before leaving the room.
Meanwhile, Shin-Konoha was thriving.
Residential areas, bustling commercial streets, docks, and vibrant markets were all fully established.
The influx of wandering ninjas had bolstered the village’s lower ranks, creating a steady supply of capable hands.
Kakashi, as one of the leaders, had four deputies to assist him in handling any disturbances.
Initially, Kakashi had assumed that Shin-Konoha would maintain an elite force akin to the ANBU. However, upon arriving, he discovered the village functioned quite differently.
There was no "shadow" here. Everyone in Shin-Konoha lived openly, their actions carried out with dignity and transparency.
The village had no need for subterfuge.
One particularly amusing development in Shin-Konoha was the antics of Kakashi’s ninja dog, who had become something of a local celebrity.
Every day, the dog found creative ways to avoid Kakashi.
“Mr. Kakashi is turning into a dog’s servant,” Ayame said with a helpless smile as she watched Kakashi searching for his elusive companion.
“Miss Ayame, have you seen my ninja dog?” Kakashi asked, looking slightly exasperated.
“No, but you might try the eastern gate,” she suggested, pointing him in the right direction.
“Thank you,” Kakashi replied, immediately dashing off.
As soon as Kakashi disappeared, the ninja dog crept out from behind Ayame, wagging its tail in triumph.
“All clear, he’s gone,” Ayame said with a laugh.
“Woof!” came the reply.
The ninja dog was, of course, none other than Uchiha Obito, who had taken on this form as part of his penance. He gave Ayame a grateful nod, as if to say, Thank you for the cover.
“I really don’t understand you,” Ayame muttered. “Kakashi clearly cares about you, yet you keep avoiding him.”
Obito tilted his head but didn’t respond.
“Well, whatever. I have guests to attend to,” Ayame said, leaving the dog to its own devices.
Obito let out a soft sigh of relief. If she weren’t so kind, I’d think she was scolding me.
He glanced in the direction Kakashi had gone, shaking his head. I don’t need Kakashi’s concern. What I hate most is his guilt-ridden soul.
As these thoughts swirled in his mind, Obito suddenly felt a familiar surge of chakra.
The sensation was overwhelming, almost bringing him to tears. After all this time in his canine form, he was finally regaining his original body.
Knowing he couldn’t remain near Kakashi during this transformation, Obito quickly moved to a secluded spot near Uzumaki Chito’s residence—a place rarely visited by others.
Within the realm of natural forces, Chito felt the sudden intrusion of Obito’s presence. However, he didn’t react, sensing that Obito’s punishment was nearly at its end.
As the chakra within Obito intensified, it mingled with the natural forces drawn to Chito. In a flash of white light, Obito’s original body reappeared.
“Woof!” Obito barked instinctively, startled by his sudden transformation.
Realizing what he’d done, he slapped a hand over his mouth in embarrassment, muttering, “Get a grip, Obito.”
The natural energy around Chito surged, and he directed an unimpressed glare toward Obito.
“Put on some clothes,” Chito commanded sharply, his voice cutting through the air.
Obito blinked, only then realizing his current state. Hastily, he scrambled to find cover and escape Chito’s aura.
He made his way to Kakashi’s house—an environment he knew well.
Every trap, every hidden nook, every out-of-print book Kakashi thought was secret, Obito knew it all.
Grabbing a few clothes, he prepared to make his escape.
