The trait [Infinite Arsenal] evolved from a dressing-type magic ability. The space inside the armory was now entirely under Yamanaka Shinno's control.
Which meant one thing:
If you wanted to summon the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path with the Rinnegan, you'd have to get past him first.
And with no one possessing a stronger space manipulation ability, let alone power above his...
You want to just walk off with the Demonic Statue?
What a joke!
Did you think his golden traits—[Multiverse Traveler] and [Yin-Yang Sage]—were just for show?
Right now, Shinno was a total stats monster.
As long as the Demonic Statue stayed in his hands, no one should even think about taking it.
Wanna revive the Ten Tails and become its jinchūriki?
Go plant trees on another planet!
The Demonic Statue in this world? It's already part of his personal collection!
"Too damn satisfying~"
Shinno chuckled to himself as he began transferring all his collected items into the magical armory.
The Uchiha Flame Fan he took from Uchiha Madara, a stack of Fire Release and other secret jutsu scrolls, four pairs of Sharingan, and leftover bits of the Demonic Statue he'd collected at the Mountain Graveyard.
The summoning contracts for the salamander, the giant conch king, the ravens, and the falcons, the dream tapir summoning scroll he got from Danzo, and the blood-sealing storage tubes Kushina had helped him create.
Add to that a haul of jutsu and secret technique scrolls gathered from Root, a scroll sealing over forty White Zetsus, supply scrolls filled with daily necessities, and your usual assortment of kunai, shuriken, explosive tags, and blank scrolls.
Then there was the Rinnegan in his hand, and Samehada—the entire inventory he carried with him.
"What, you see your mom or something?"
Shinno raised an eyebrow at the squirming Samehada, which was twisting in his hand, tongue fully extended and twitching, clearly trying to lick a chunk of the Demonic Statue's remains sealed with the Three-Tails' chakra.
With an annoyed wave, he tossed it onto the remains.
Back to mama you go.
"Ujiji~ Ujiji~"
Starving to the brink of collapse, Samehada flopped on top of the five-meter-long, three-meter-tall Demonic Statue husk and let out a pitiful whimper.
Chakra from the Three-Tails oozed out from the husk.
Samehada let out a few ecstatic cries and eagerly began to absorb the spilled chakra.
Watching this "mother and child reunion" scene, Shinno simply threw them both into the magical armory.
Maybe it was because the Three-Tails was a chakra-based lifeform and Samehada was more of a sentient weapon—both of them were compatible with the armory's storage space.
All those items he used to carry around, weighing him down?
Inside the armory, they didn't even stack up to the size of the Demonic Statue's toenail.
And when it came to retrieving them, the armory beat sealing scrolls by a mile.
"...Still feels a little... unsatisfying."
Shinno looked at the Rinnegan still in his hand.
After thinking for a moment, he sealed it in a glass container etched with sealing runes and stored it in the armory.
Thanks to his trait [Yin-Yang Sage], his body was powerful enough that swapping eyes was about as easy as plugging in a USB drive—no rejection, no side effects.
But in the end, this was Uchiha Madara's eye. Its power had been shaped by Ashura and Indra's merged chakra, then molded by Madara's body, mind, and will.
And it's not like Shinno needed the Rinnegan right now.
So why not go for something original? A set of eyes that were truly his own?
With his superior body and mental strength—far beyond Madara's—if he were to awaken his own unique dōjutsu, it'd easily surpass that purple Rinnegan.
Also... the inability to turn those eyes on and off?
Seriously bad for his aesthetic.
Strength is temporary. Style is forever.
With two Trait Copy opportunities still in hand, there was no rush.
Having set his plans, Shinno looked around at the still somewhat empty magical armory.
He placed a hand on the enormous lotus platform beneath his feet.
A pulse of intense spatial energy surged—
Four enhanced Wood Clones and the kilometer-wide giant lotus platform vanished into the armory.
No point in leaving them lying around.
Store them away now, and next time he's in a fight?
Every battlefield becomes his home turf.
No need to waste chakra creating them again from scratch.
"Tch. With that size, even an Ultraman would be flashing the red light warning."
Clapping his hands in satisfaction, Shinno looked around. Seeing nothing else to clean up, he dispelled the Sage Art: Four Red Yang Formation.
The dark, glowing patterns on his skin faded. The chakra horns on his forehead, the black chakra dragons coiling around him—all vanished.
The face paint mark on his forehead also disappeared without a trace.
From the outside, he now looked completely normal.
But in truth, he hadn't exited Sage Mode. His power remained at full throttle—just tucked away for now.
"Milord~!"
With the Wood Clone below him gone, Tobi let out a weird screech as he flailed through the air.
Ploop!
Like a raindrop into a lake, he phased straight into the ground beneath Shinno, where the lotus platform had been.
A while later, his head popped up from the earth again.
"Milord~! Is there anything you need me to do? I'm super, super, super ready to serve you!"
"...Just follow me for now—and stop talking so much."
Shinno sighed. He was already starting to regret keeping this guy around.
Serve him?
Please. It was obvious this weirdo just wanted to go see Orochimaru and get his eyes opened.
"Hee~"
Tobi threw up a salute and obediently pulled his legs out of the ground.
...
Seeing the black battle uniform tossed casually his way, a weirdly joyful expression bloomed across his spiraled face as he quickly slipped it on.
"Milord~! You really are a great guy~!"
"Didn't I tell you to talk less?"
"I did talk less~!"
"...I meant talk fewer times, not just use fewer words each time! Don't twist it! And saying a ton in one go isn't okay either!"
Shinno's mouth twitched wildly as he looked skyward in silent despair.
He finally understood what kind of headache Black Zetsu had to deal with, leading a group like this.
With this guy's chaotic energy and alien logic, was Shinno ever going to get a moment of peace?
Also, come to think of it—he doesn't even have a mouth.
So what the hell is he using to speak?
"...Oh."
Tobi gave a pitiful little nod and zipped his mouth shut.
"...Why do I feel like I'm the bad guy here?"
Shinno sighed again.
He was starting to feel like he was bullying a kindergartener.
That faint guilt...
Damn it! He should've just ended this clown earlier!
He slapped a hand on Tobi's shoulder.
With a Flying Thunder God technique, he teleported them to where his Wood Clone had been helping Jiraiya and Minato.
Once the clone dispersed, its memories instantly flowed back to Shinno.
Fully caught up on everything that had happened, he turned to look at the group of Iwagakure shinobi about a hundred meters away.
Ohnoki might not have been the best Tsuchikage, but he was a loving father.
As for the old man himself...
Even unconscious, Ohnoki looked utterly exhausted. His entire aura—spirit, energy, and presence—had dropped several levels.
A cascade of thoughts ran through Shinno's mind.
At this rate, once they return to Iwagakure, Kitsuchi will be made the Fourth Tsuchikage without question.
That would mean he had just altered two people's destinies at once.
Not a bad day's work.
"How do you plan to handle Iwagakure and Sunagakure?" Jiraiya asked seriously, arms crossed.
"Uh... start negotiations under the banner of peace and unification?"
Shinno hesitated for a beat. Honestly, the fastest way to unify the ninja world was to take out the leaders of the major armed organizations.
Over in Sunagakure, no surprises—Rasa would've already stepped in as the Fourth Kazekage. A quick visit to Chiyo and Ebizō for a heart-to-heart, and things should go smoothly.
As for Iwagakure, they'd already come to terms with reality. Kitsuchi wasn't likely to act out.
Once all three villages' military forces were gathered and restructured, it'd be time to do what the Fourth Great Ninja War had done before—
Take the fight to Kirigakure.
With a common enemy, shared battle camaraderie, and trust forged in war, merging everyone afterward would be much easier.
And the last one—Kumogakure.
If the Third Raikage, A, could see the writing on the wall, the moment they announced peace talks, he'd get antsy.
But if he didn't?
Then Kumogakure and Kirigakure combined... were just a side dish.
As for the so-called daimyō?
Other than a few stubborn fossils, who still even cared what they thought?
"And the Mizukage?"
"Dead."
"..."
Jiraiya stared at Shinno like he had a migraine.
That tone of his... from the very beginning, he never planned to negotiate with Kirigakure, did he?
Damn. Were they really that unpopular?
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