vncnus Chapter 155 The Trouble of Raising a Little Tail, Simulating Gaara
Chapter 155 The Trouble of Raising a Little Tail, Simulating Gaara
Chapter 155 The Trouble of Raising a Little Ten-Tails, Simulating Gaara
Yuan Tuoye let out a low, clear sneer, which echoed in the empty desert, full of mockery of Luo Sha's bluster.
He was not interested in meaningless killings, and his contempt for Rosa was not worth his time.
"Then... goodbye." Before he finished speaking, the blinding lightning surrounding him flashed suddenly, and his figure disappeared from the spot like a ghost, leaving only his mocking voice echoing clearly in Luo Sha's ears.
"Next time we meet, I hope Lord Kazekage won't mistake me for some member of Kumogakure again! Hahaha—"
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The mocking laughter was like a poisonous thorn, piercing Rosa's eardrums and heart.
He stood there, his body trembling violently from extreme humiliation and unventable anger. The air seemed to freeze for a long time before he managed to suppress the rage that was about to burst out of his chest.
When his gaze fell upon Gaara, who lay unconscious not far away, his suppressed anger found a new outlet, transforming into an even more intense and piercing loathing and rage.
"Useless! Not only is it worthless in itself, but its value as a vessel is also greatly reduced! Now I have to expend my energy to reinforce the seal to prevent Shukaku from going out of control again—it's a complete and utter burden!"
However, no matter how much they hated it, the strategic significance of the One-Tailed Beast to Sunagakure was irreplaceable.
Despite his disgust, Rasa gritted his teeth and walked step by step toward Gaara, beginning to set up the technique to reseal Shukaku.
Yuan Tuoye's figure reappeared in the familiar yet cold experimental base.
His gaze slowly swept over the row of special containers in front of him.
Inside the container, chakra orbs of different colors and shapes were sealed, surging about in different ways—some violent, some gloomy, some silent—these were the chakra of the six tailed beasts he had painstakingly collected.
A barely perceptible look of satisfaction flashed across his eyes.
The scene before them clearly indicated the progress: only the three containers in the middle were still empty, representing the chakra of the Four-Tails, Five-Tails, and Six-Tails.
However, Yuan Tuoye was not in a hurry to make any moves in his mind.
He did not intend to set off immediately to seize the remaining three powers.
Even this trip to the Land of Wind, to seize the chakra of the One-Tailed Shukaku, was not part of his planned strategy.
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It was more like an unexpected gain. Shukaku's rampage provided a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, which he naturally wouldn't let slip by.
Even though Sunagakure no longer poses much of an obstacle to him, it's always better to take it easy. Rather than going through the trouble of acquiring it later, it's better to plan ahead.
At first, he was puzzled as to why Yiwei suddenly lost control.
But once you step into the Land of Wind and find yourself in the heart of that raging sandstorm, the truth is revealed as clearly as a boulder in a sandstorm.
Today is that fateful day, the day when Kazekage Rasa forcibly assigned Onishimaru to assassinate his own son, Gaara.
He understood that this day was like a bottomless chasm, abruptly severing Gaara's life.
From this moment on, until his biological father, Luo Sha, reaches the end of his life, this red-haired boy will be completely plunged into an abyss of endless nightmares.
Fear is like the heaviest shackle, coming not only from enemies, but also from one's closest relatives.
His sister Temari and brother Kankuro, with their undisguised fear in their eyes and the subconscious distance they maintained, had long since severed the bond between them.
A child feared by his own family, raised as a killing machine by his father, and seen as a monster by the entire village, struggles in eternal loneliness and insomnia.
Yuan Tuoye closed his eyes slightly, and the scene appeared in his mind, which was indeed filled with a suffocating desolation.
A barely perceptible sigh seemed to dissipate into the cold air.
Yuan Tuoye shook his head, dispelling the brief ripples of emotion.
If Gaara were just an ordinary, helpless orphan, perhaps he would have taken him back to the orphanage in Yukigami Village and entrusted him to the care of the pharmacist Nono.
But who is Gaara? He is the jinchūriki of Shukaku, the One-Tailed Beast.
This identity itself destined him to a tragic value.
More importantly, Gaara's existence, like a key piece on a chessboard, is placed in the delicate position of Sunagakure, and is useful to Minamoto no Takuno.
Yuan Tuoye's thinking quickly returned to a cold and pragmatic track.
He had no connection whatsoever with this Sand Village "weapon," and there was no reason for him to break his plans or offer any extra assistance.
Sympathy is ultimately just a fleeting ripple, insignificant compared to his own goals.
Gen Takuno's gaze slowly fell on the container that occupied most of the laboratory space, where the small Ten-Tails, which had already transformed into the original form of the Gedo Mazo, was entrenched.
Compared to the towering Gedo Mazo controlled by Nagato, this creation before them appeared so small, its size less than one-tenth of the true form.
Logically, injecting the Ten-Tails with a corresponding proportion of tailed beast chakra, i.e., 10%, should have been the safest option.
There was a time when he believed that the "miniature ten-tailed fox" with one-tenth of the power was enough to meet his needs.
What he ultimately needs is that original mechanism unique to the Ten-Tails Jinchuriki.
However, as his strength rapidly increased, a thought became clearer in his mind: 10% of his strength was still too little.
No matter how ingenious the mechanism it provides, it is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in the face of an absolute power gap.
Just like the earth-shattering battle between Kaguya Otsutsuki, Six Paths Naruto, and Six Paths Sasuke, it is the most brutal proof that Six Paths Sasuke, with so many mechanics, performed far worse than Six Paths Naruto.
But the question is, how can he make the Ten-Tails grow larger? Should he find Nagato again, or rather, the current Akatsuki organization, and cut off another part of the Gedo Mazo from there?
Nagato and Obito Uchiha are no longer the greenhorns they once were; their progress in strength is no slower than his.
Yuan Tuoye is confident he can handle one person alone, but they have likely already started cooperating. If the two of them join forces, Yuan Tuoye will have to temporarily avoid confrontation.
Therefore, this path is definitely not feasible.
"In the end—it has to rely on absorbing energy to accelerate its growth?" he murmured, his gaze dissecting the lifeless little ten-tailed beast before him like a scalpel.
Although it is always called the Outer Path Golem and looks like an inanimate object, it is indeed a living being. Since it is a living being, it can naturally grow over time.
However, it is not easy to make it grow in a short time. The essence of the Outer Path Statue is the Divine Tree, and the nurturing environment for the Divine Tree is natural energy!
Unfortunately, the natural energy in this world is as scarce as a desert. If he were to rely solely on slow absorption to cultivate the little ten-tailed fox to its ideal state, it would probably take a hundred years, which he could not afford.
Another path emerges: Chakra.
This is the original power of the divine tree's transformation into fruit, and it is theoretically feasible to feed it back to the young divine tree.
However, problems arose one after another. Although Gen Takuno's chakra reserves were among the highest in the entire ninja world, they were still a drop in the ocean for the Divine Tree larva.
Moreover, he had other plans to pursue, and every bit of chakra needed to be used wisely; he couldn't afford to waste it on this.
At this moment, he couldn't help but think of the treasure buried deep in the earth's veins, the Grell mine.
That energy level, capable of destroying a continent, might be enough to transform the Ten-Tails!
However—the Grell mine is equally important to him: after three years of arduous training, tempered by the energy of the mine, his physique can withstand the violent impact of the sixth gate of the Eight Gates Formation, leaving him only with severe fatigue.
Even the seventh gate is still within a controllable range; it's just that the aftereffects will be more pronounced.
More importantly, the Ghost Sprout Technique still requires the support of mineral veins! At this moment, abandoning the mineral veins would be tantamount to cutting off one's own arm.
Thinking this through, Yuan Tuoye shook his head.
He had been thinking that now that he had obtained the One-Tailed Beast's chakra, he could start letting the Ten-Tailed Beast absorb the tailed beast's chakra. But as it stands, it's not possible yet.
He would only accept the Ten-Tails growing to at least 20% of its original size.
The reason he had the idea of having the Ten-Tails start absorbing the tailed beast's chakra at this time was because of a point explicitly mentioned in the original work.
The ideal order for the Ten-Tails to absorb the tailed beasts is from the One-Tail to the Nine-Tail, and now that he has obtained the One-Tail's chakra, he can naturally begin this process.
However, it seems we still need to wait.
Yuan Tuoye sighed, though he didn't know what unexpected things might happen if they didn't follow this order.
But he didn't want to try it, since he only had one Little Ten-Tails on his side, and it would be troublesome if he lost it.
Actually, he had some doubts about this condition, but Madara Uchiha did indeed follow this order in the end.
However, the order in which Obito Uchiha absorbed the Ten-Tails when he became its jinchūriki was uncertain.
Although it seems to have started collecting from the very beginning, there are indeed some issues with the timeline and visuals.
However, he could only treat these as some off-field mistakes. If he were to handle it himself, he would simply follow the order of the tailed beasts and execute every detail perfectly.
The rest is up to fate.
Gen Takuno's gaze lingered for a moment on the container of the "Little Ten-Tails" that was shimmering with a faint chakra light, before he decisively turned and left the dark laboratory that contained the core of forbidden power.
The heavy alloy door closed silently behind him, isolating him from the chilling energy fluctuations inside.
He walked steadily down the corridor and arrived at the adjacent experimental area.
Right in the center, a device with a futuristic design occupies the most prominent position.
Its surface is densely etched with extremely complex sealing runes, and these ancient incantations are now flowing with a faint blue-purple chakra aura.
This is the "eye-opening device" that he painstakingly built to help him break through the limits of his pupil power.
A cold, metallic touch came through him as Yuan Tuoye's palm stroked the smooth outer shell of the device, his fingertips tracing the mysterious runes.
Over the past three years, he has twice personally lain inside this cold container.
His first experience went smoothly; he successfully activated the power of the three-tomoe Sharingan, a result entirely within his precise calculations.
However, the second attempt brought a strong sense of frustration.
Under the powerful stimulation of the device, he only felt his pupil power increase like a trickle, as if he had reached an invisible bottleneck.
The Mangekyou Sharingan, the ultimate evolution of the Sharingan, that we so desperately dream of, remains out of reach; we haven't even glimpsed a crack in its opening.
"Power—it needs a stronger impact," Gen Takuno muttered to himself, his eyes sharp.
He meticulously checked every sealing incantation on the device, confirming that its energy circulation was stable and without any loosening or deviation.
After confirming that everything was correct, he took a deep breath, no longer hesitated, and skillfully laid down inside the cold device after creating a shadow clone.
The hatch slowly closed, cutting off the outside light and enveloping him in a dark, oppressive blue glow.
This time, he was not unprepared.
A perfect "key" is already in his hands: the tragic and desperate life trajectory of Gaara, the son of the Kazekage.
Raised as a weapon by his own father, with a tailed beast sealed within him that brings endless pain, and regarded as a monster by his closest relatives, he struggles to survive amidst endless loneliness, betrayal, and slaughter.
That deep-seated, bone-chilling pain and madness, the pain and madness of being abandoned by the whole world, is the ideal "fuel" to ignite extreme emotions and break through the kaleidoscopic barriers.
The device's hum suddenly intensified, and the eerie blue light blazed brightly. The complex runes seemed to come alive, spinning and flowing rapidly, forcefully pouring the torrent of memories carrying Gaara's tragic fate into Gen Takuno's mental world.
The delivery room was cold, and the newborn's cries were still damp.
Gaara opened his eyes and saw a woman with a face as pale as paper, her life rapidly slipping away from her body.
Her eyes, gazing at him, were filled with a tenderness that could melt away the hardest ice. As if she had exhausted her last bit of strength, she uttered a weak but clear syllable: "Mommy—I love you—".
The sound was like a stone thrown into a dead lake, stirring up an indescribable ripple in Gaara's chaotic consciousness.
How could an infant so clearly remember those dying whispers?
From his first steps to his first innocent encounters, he was surrounded only by cold indifference and harsh curses.
His father, Luo Sha, always looked past him, towards something more "important."
The villagers saw her and screamed "monster" in terror, throwing stones at her; even her own siblings treated her like a stranger.
Only his uncle, Yashamaru, was the only warm color in this gloomy world, taking care of his daily life and teaching him basic ninjutsu.
However, Gaara's sense of unease grew stronger day by day.
He vaguely felt that he shouldn't be "Gaara".
The deeper confusion lies in why the memories of infancy are so clear as if they were yesterday, while the next five years of childhood seem to be shrouded in a thick, swaying veil.
Those faces, voices, events—all seemed so ethereal and unreal, as if—a meticulously rehearsed, fake play.