《God-Tier Kazekage: Building》Chapter 105: The Night of the Nine-Tails?

At the border between the Land of Wind and Ryukawa District, the season had quietly transitioned into late autumn.

As the sun set in the west, a caravan advanced along a smooth road.

Amidst the crisp jingling of camel bells, a young man at the front of the caravan glanced around and asked with curiosity, "Is this the Land of Wind?"

"Where's the desert?"

"Why is there a layer of dark gray stone beneath our feet?"

The young man stomped on the ground forcefully. It felt solid, not hollow or brittle.

Leading the caravan was a middle-aged man with a white cloth wrapped around his head. Proudly, he responded, "Kid, it's your first time in the Land of Wind, isn't it?"

"Times have changed. The Land of Wind is now under the protection of divine guardians, and the desert is shrinking every day!"

"Thanks to the Kazekage's brilliant leadership, the rivers from Ryukawa District have been diverted here. This road was built by those ninja, with underground streams running continuously along the way and springs emerging at intervals."

"When we used to trade here, it was nothing like this. Back then, it was endless desert, with deadly sand thieves lying in ambush."

"If you were unlucky enough to encounter a sandstorm and lose your way... the outcome was usually becoming a pile of bones in the desert!"

The middle-aged man reminisced about the past, speaking at length.

In the Land of Fire, within Konohagakure, the bright lights shining through the windows of each house valiantly resisted the encroaching darkness of night.

Outside the village, on a raised hill, the vantage point offered a clear view of Konohagakure.

Amidst the overgrown grass and scattered stones, a young face suddenly emerged.

"This isn't right."

"Could the birth date have changed?"

"Was Minato Namikaze too busy earlier, delaying the timing of conception?"

The face gradually became clearer—it was Sōmi, lurking in the area.

Thoughts flickered in his mind, yet his eyes remained fixed on the direction of Konohagakure, waiting for the appearance of that fiery red figure.

As time slowly passed, impatience began to stir within Sōmi's heart.

But little did he know, someone inside Konohagakure was even more anxious than he was.

A figure cloaked in black, wearing a rippled wooden mask and a hood, was searching within the village.

What was surprising was that this hooded man's form was nearly transparent, as if he existed in some spatial rift.

The full moon hung in the night sky, but it was obscured by a thick layer of clouds.

As the lights in Konohagakure dimmed, the village appeared even darker and more foreboding.

Suddenly.

The cloaked figure silently stood atop a water barrel outside a residence, facing Konohagakure's iconic Hokage Rock.

"Why isn't it happening?"

"Could the date be wrong?"

From behind the rippled mask, a blood-red eye emitted a sharp gleam, its three tomoe beginning to rotate slowly.

Images flashed through his mind—a white-haired boy holding flowers at a gravesite. The boy's words had been etched into the Masked Man's memory.

"Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki's presence isn't in the village, nor is it outside..."

"Could it be..."

The Masked Man murmured in a low voice.

For a long while.

An autumn breeze swept through, causing the black cloak draped over Tobi's figure atop the silver water barrel to flutter.

But in the blink of an eye, the cloaked figure atop the barrel vanished, as if it had never been there.

"Wah!"

"Wah..."

Far away in Mount Myōboku, a piercing cry of a newborn shattered the nighttime silence.

Inside a room converted into a hospital ward, Kushina Uzumaki lay exhausted on a white bed, but she strained to turn her head toward the other side of the bed.

"Minato... Is Naruto okay?"

Kushina's face was pale as she weakly asked.

Minato Namikaze's face was slick with sweat. Though he was tired, his face radiated happiness.

He first expressed gratitude to a middle-aged woman beside him, then turned to Kushina and softly reassured her, "He's fine! Naruto is healthy!"

"You've worked hard..."

"I've also split the Nine-Tails. Using the Eight Trigrams Sealing Style, I sealed the Yang attribute of the Nine-Tails into Naruto's body."

"Now, get some rest!"

Minato gently stroked Kushina's sweat-soaked red hair before lovingly gazing at the baby in the crib beside them.

The baby's hair had already grown into tufts of yellow strands, his face adorned with six fox-like whisker marks. Around his exposed navel was a series of black symbols resembling a whirlpool.

Deep within Mount Myōboku, inside a temple.

Fukasaku stood respectfully beside a very elderly giant toad.

"Great Elder, why did we go to such lengths to bring young Minato's wife here to give birth?"

Fukasaku asked curiously, his hands clasped together, appearing somewhat reserved.

The old toad was not seated on its usual large stone throne but was instead cross-legged on a yellow floor.

It tilted its ear as if listening to the cries of the blonde-haired baby, then turned its head and slowly explained, "The timeline's trajectory has become completely chaotic..."

"Chaotic? What do you mean? Great Elder, aren't you able to foresee the future?"

Fukasaku asked in confusion.

The old toad did not rush to answer. Instead, it removed the scholar's cap from its head and placed it on the floor. Embedded at the cap's peak was a large crystal ball, pale purple with hints of blue.

Extending its right limb, the old toad carefully stroked the crystal ball, as if wiping away dust from its surface.

Fukasaku also looked at the crystal ball, but no matter how hard he tried to observe, he saw nothing inside—only reflections.

After a long pause, the old toad's tightly closed eyes opened slightly, and it sighed, "The timeline used to flow calmly. Though there were many tiny tributaries, the main current's direction was easy to discern."

"But the once-calm timeline has suddenly become turbulent, as if a giant serpent is thrashing within it, trying to redirect the river toward a dark, abyssal chasm..."

"I could only place a massive stone to block the path leading to the chasm..."

"..."

Fukasaku's face showed an expression of shock as he tried to process the old toad's words.

After a while, Fukasaku finally spoke, "But isn't that good enough?"

The old toad replied in a cryptic yet profound tone, as if its vision was obscured by a dense fog.

"No..."

"Because I forcibly altered the flow, the river is now muddied. I can no longer predict where it will ultimately rush to..."

"A broken destiny... A reversed future..."

"Can the Child of the Prophecy truly bring genuine light?"

"The blue-eyed boy who laughs while calling out the names of nine beasts..."

At that moment, an image suddenly appeared within the crystal ball before the old toad.

It was a hill, overlooking a bustling and tranquil village with the four Hokage faces prominently displayed.

To Fukasaku, the hill seemed perfectly ordinary.

But to the old toad, it was entirely different. A transparent, barrier-like membrane covered the area, and within the membrane, two figures stood, locked in opposition.

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