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JST Chapter 341: If We Can’t Unite…
🕑 Added 2025-06-14 03:14:21 +0000 UTCIn the Pure Land— The Sage of Six Paths gazed at Uchiha Sasuke’s six-tomoe Rinnegan, a flicker of emotion rising in his heart. He could sens
In the Pure Land—
The Sage of Six Paths gazed at Uchiha Sasuke’s six-tomoe Rinnegan, a flicker of emotion rising in his heart.
He could sense the lingering trace of Yin Six Paths chakra within it.
“So this Indra reincarnation from another timeline… is a shinobi chosen by the me of that world…”
The Sage of Six Paths took a deep breath and muttered to himself, “Then his character shouldn’t be an issue. I just don’t understand… Why is it that shinobi from other timelines have no misconceptions about me, while in this timeline, everyone seems to view me as the same tyrant my mother once was?”
“Asura and Indra sealed me away? What nonsense—what apocryphal nonsense are they even talking about?”
He slowly formed a hand seal, sensing the presence of Kazuki’s chakra.
“He’s not here. This is a good opportunity. I need to set the record straight…”
As he looked upon Senju Tobirama and the Uchiha, who were already showing signs of itching for a fight, the Sage of Six Paths found himself, to his surprise, silently agreeing with something Kazuki had said—
The Shinobi World truly was too fractured…
If things continued like this, they’d never accomplish anything truly great.
He began drawing upon the chakra he had hidden within Senju Hashirama’s body—
He would tell them all the real history!
...
The argument between Senju Tobirama and Uchiha Izuna had escalated into a full-blown shouting match.
The two were pushing and shoving each other, both pairs of Mangekyō Sharingan blazing with a crimson glow, radiating their mutual wish for the other's demise. Each man seemed to have memorized every dirty trick and shameful story from the other's past—down to the age when they still wet the bed—and were seconds away from dragging it all into the open...
The only small relief?
They hadn't actually come to blows yet. It was all still verbal—just a screaming contest, for now.
And why?
Because both Tobirama and Izuna had the same voice echoing in their heads—Kazuki’s voice:
“If you still can’t unite... then I’ll sacrifice this entire planet!”
Neither of them doubted for a second that Kazuki would go through with it.
After all, he had drained the natural energy from the ocean in an instant…
Draining the entire world of its life force? That didn’t seem so far-fetched anymore.
“Looks like my brother was right after all… This shinobi world never stops fighting!” Shisui muttered to himself, standing between Hatake Sakumo and Kakuzu, with Tsunade behind him, her eyes red.
Sakumo and Kakuzu exchanged a glance. In each other’s eyes, they saw only helpless resignation.
That’s just the way this world was.
So-called peace was only ever relative. Even in eras without full-scale war, it only meant the great factions weren’t tearing each other apart. But even within a single village, there were always those who schemed against their comrades—or even took their lives.
Sakumo had been set up by Shimura Danzō, and Kakuzu had been sent to his death under direct orders from the Hidden Waterfall’s leadership. These things weren’t rare—they happened all the time in every village.
How could two sworn enemies like Uchiha Izuna and Senju Tobirama possibly put everything aside and suddenly become inseparable allies just because Kazuki threatened them?
It wasn’t realistic.
Meanwhile, Tsunade remained silent throughout, like someone trapped in a genjutsu, her thoughts consumed by the image of Kaguya...
No, seriously—how could there be a woman inside Kazuki?
And not just any woman—but one of such otherworldly presence that Tsunade, a mere mortal, instinctively felt ashamed by comparison. An Ōtsutsuki, no less.
This was too much!
“No way… With how kind Kazuki is, there’s no way he’d willingly abandon us to fight alone! He must’ve said those things because of that vile woman inside him trying to take control!”
Tsunade clenched her fists tightly. Never had she hated her own weakness so much.
She wanted nothing more than to punch Kaguya straight out of Kazuki’s body. Sage of Six Paths or not—whoever or whatever she was—Tsunade couldn’t accept a woman like that being so intimately close to him!
At that moment—
Shisui, no longer able to tolerate the shouting between the two men, suddenly stepped between them and roared: “Enough! With the way you’re acting, it’s no wonder my brother gave up on this world! You’ve been fighting since the Warring States Era—haven’t you had enough?!”
Shisui’s outburst stunned both Senju Tobirama and Uchiha Izuna into silence.
All around them, the other shinobi—Uchiha Sasuke among them—quietly nodded to themselves.
This argument between the two wasn’t just a fight—it was a perfect reflection of the shinobi world itself. Cooperation was always fleeting. No matter how much they had once achieved together, it only took a moment for everything to fall apart and descend into violence again.
“Just think about what my brother said!”
Shisui’s crimson eyes were bloodshot, his expression teetering on madness.
“If you ask me, this shinobi world doesn’t even deserve to exist!”
“If we can’t unite, then fine—just give all our power to my brother! Which one of you can actually stand against the Ōtsutsuki Clan? No one! It was always him fighting them alone! All you know how to do is tear each other apart!”
“He even said it—he’ll give us a separate dimension where we can all survive! So stop pretending like you can prove the unity of the shinobi world. You can’t! You’ve never had that kind of strength, understand?!”
Shisui roared with fury.
Standing nearby, Senju Hashirama felt a tightness in his chest as he watched Shisui’s manic expression and heard his merciless words.
He knew that Shisui was Kazuki’s younger brother…
But the problem was, for a younger member of the Uchiha clan to speak so sharply—publicly criticizing Senju Tobirama and Uchiha Izuna in front of so many powerful figures of the shinobi world, without giving them the slightest face...
It was like throwing oil on a fire!
Yet to Hashirama’s surprise, the brother he expected to be humiliated—Senju Tobirama—did not lash out. Instead, after a moment of silence, he reached out and pulled Shisui into a brief embrace and said in a low voice, “Shisui… you’re right. I was in the wrong. This isn’t the time to dwell on the past.”
Uchiha Izuna, who had been a little embarrassed moments earlier, saw Tobirama—a Senju—and this Uchiha junior acknowledge fault together. His expression turned complicated, and he silently let out a sigh.
Shisui wasn’t wrong.
Hashirama looked on, dumbfounded.
Since when had his brother been willing to accept criticism from anyone in the Uchiha clan—other than Kazuki?
Had he truly shed all his prejudice against the Uchiha?
Casting a quick glance at the silent Uchiha Madara, Hashirama gave a light cough, then stepped up beside Tobirama and cleared his throat with as much authority as he could muster.
“Tobirama, you really did—”
Before he could even finish the word 'wrong', Tobirama snapped his head up and barked, “Shut up, big brother! What do you know?!”
Hashirama froze, visibly stunned, looking so hurt he nearly burst into tears.
Great. Tobirama no longer targeted the Uchiha, but still treated his own brother like trash!
Tobirama sighed deeply, voice low.
“Shisui… what you said may really be the only option…”
“I’ve been thinking… maybe we should set aside our pride and support Kazuki in absorbing the world’s natural energy. Maybe that’s the right choice…”
“When facing the Ōtsutsuki, if our power can’t exceed a certain threshold, then it’s useless. Every single one of them can absorb chakra… They’re also masters of space-time ninjutsu and ocular powers…”
“To fight them, the bare minimum requirement is being able to use Sage Mode! But Sage Mode isn’t something just anyone can learn… In all of shinobi history, how many have truly mastered it?”
The shinobi from the other hidden villages—and even from Konoha—lowered their heads in silence.
Each of them had once been hailed as a mighty force in the shinobi world. On the battlefield, their very presence could strike terror into the hearts of thousands—sometimes tens of thousands.
But compared to Kazuki’s overwhelming power—and the terrifying strength of the Ōtsutsuki—
They were no different from freshly graduated Genin, utterly incapable of participating in the battle at hand.
Uchiha Madara’s expression shifted repeatedly. He hated the idea of just watching Kazuki fight while he himself hid in some alternate dimension like a coward, living out his days contributing nothing to peace.
But if he really faced Kazuki…
How many moves could he last?
He might just be one-shot.
A heavy silence—like a plague—spread through the hearts of everyone present.
They all seemed to realize a bitter truth:
They were a bunch of useless people—unable to unite, and unable to fight.
All they could do was watch Kazuki battle alone… and their biggest contribution would be to not drag him down.
It was a difficult truth to admit.
But under the weight of reality, acceptance was only a matter of time.
And then—
Senju Hashirama, still sulking after being scolded by Tobirama, suddenly clutched his chest.
From within his body, streams of chakra began to leak out, swirling upward and gradually condensing into a humanoid form.
“Big brother, what’s wrong?!”
Tobirama’s Mangekyō Sharingan spun rapidly, casting a radiant shield of flowing light over Hashirama—meant to immunize him against invasive techniques.
But it didn’t work.
For the second time, Tobirama’s Ame-no-Iwato failed.
In the blink of an eye, using chakra he had preemptively planted within Hashirama’s body, the Sage of Six Paths reappeared in the shinobi world—his first return in over a thousand years!
Bound tightly by multiple sealing techniques, Uchiha Sasuke cried out in delight the moment he saw this: “Sage of Six Paths! You’ve finally appeared!”
