Finally, after a few moments of heavy silence, Akira continued.
"The answer is simple," he said calmly. "The Sage of Six Paths desires power—the spiritual energy of souls."
Everyone stiffened.
"There is a difference between the soul of a strong and a weak," Akira went on. "Madara's soul is thousands of times stronger than that of an ordinary civilian. But how does a soul become strong?"
He looked at them one by one.
"A human life was meant to last beyond hundred years. In the past thousand years, what was the average lifespan of a shinobi? Thirty years. If someone lived past forty, they were considered long-lived."
No one spoke.
"So war was necessary," Akira continued. "Endless war between humans. Wars that forced people to marry at fourteen or fifteen, have children early, and die on the battlefield before reaching thirty. Wars that pushed people to struggle, to fight, to grow stronger."
His voice was steady, but the meaning was chilling.
"Stronger bodies create stronger souls. And stronger souls provide greater spiritual energy."
Madara's eyes slowly widened.
"A world constantly at war," Akira said, "is a world where people never have time to question existence. No time to research the Pure Land.
No time to ask where souls go after death. Those who begin to question such things die on the battlefield before finding answers."
He paused.
"A world constantly at war," Akira said, " is like a poultry farm. First a chicken is born. Then it grows and form meat. Then it lays eggs to form younger generation. When it can't lay any more egg, it is slaughtered and it's meat is consumed. Thus, the cycle continues. "
"This was the design."
A heavy silence fell over the desert.
"The Sage of Six Paths," Akira continued, "was born of two origins—half Otsutsuki blood from Kaguya, and half human blood. Unlike true Otsutsuki, he could not live forever.
He would age. He would weaken. And finally with the decay of body die and become a soul that would collapse without the support of body."
"So he needed something else," Akira said quietly. "An endless supply of spiritual energy. Strong souls. Souls forged through suffering, conflict, and war."
Nagato clenched his fists.
"This," Akira said, "is the truth behind the Pure Land."
He raised his gaze.
"Now you understand why, Rinnegan can revive the dead humans but, Otsusuki the real owner of Rinnegan can't revive their kin.
Why they can only revive themselves by placing marks on others which contain their genetic information.
Tobirama was able to summon souls from the Pure Land because the Pure Land itself is nothing more than a vast spiritual space."
"A space," Akira said, "no different in principle from a summoning realm."
Madara's breathing grew heavier.
"This is also the reason why the Impure World Reincarnation cannot last forever," Akira concluded. "It merely drags souls back—souls that are already being consumed."
Everyone fell silent.
No one spoke.
The truth had finally settled.
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Finally, Madara asked softly,
"So… what do you intend to do?"
His gaze was calm, yet probing.
"Do you wish to destroy the Pure Land?" He continued. "To free human souls from being consumed—and instead let them perish completely, just like the Ōtsutsuki, whose souls are erased the moment they die?
Or do you intend to change the ownership of the Pure Land, reshape it into something else?
And if so… how will the Ten Tails help you? Why not use the Ten Tails of your own world?"
Akira looked up at the night sky. The sun that had appeared when he summoned the Sixth Heaven—Mother Goddess of Life—had already disappeared and the moon hovered faintly above.
"I don't want to destroy the Pure Land," Akira said at last. "I want to use it—but not the way the Sage of Six Paths did. Not to gain immortality. Not to preserve myself."
Madara's eyes narrowed slightly,
Akira took a breath and continued, his voice steady.
"I want to create a system that governs all life. Not ruled by humans. Not ruled by gods. A system ruled by the world itself."
Silence followed his words.
"A system that rewards and punishes every action," Akira said. "One that cannot be bribed, manipulated, or escaped. Humans cannot create such a system—so I will."
Madara listened without interruption.
"When a human dies," Akira continued, "their soul will go to the Pure Land. There, every action of their life will be judged. Every choice. Every crime. Every kindness."
He raised his hand slightly, as if weighing something unseen.
"After judgment, they will be reincarnated. Their next life will be shaped entirely by their previous one."
His eyes hardened.
"If a person murdered someone, they will be murdered in a future life—by the same karmic weight. If they slaughtered a hundred innocents, they will die a hundred times across a hundred lives. If they tortured others, they will be tortured. If they brought suffering, they will suffer."
Then his voice softened.
"And if they saved someone, they will be saved. If they helped others, help will come to them. If they protected life, life will protect them in return."
Akira looked directly at Madara.
"I want a system where a sinner can die a thousand brutal deaths across a thousand lives—until their debt is paid. And a system where someone who lived like a Buddha can live a thousand peaceful, joyful lives."
He lowered his hand.
"A system of balance. Permanent balance. Where peace is not enforced by fear… but inevitable."
The desert remained silent.
"I want to create a system that will continue to function even after my death," Akira said quietly. "Even hundreds… thousands of years after I am gone."
He looked at them all.
"Even if the Imperial Council of Shinobi is destroyed, this system must remain."
His voice did not waver.
"And when that day comes, injustice will still occur. People will still suffer. But then, there will be an answer."
He clenched his fist slowly.
"If someone suffers injustice, it will be the consequence of their own actions in a previous life. And if someone commits injustice in this life, they will pay for it in the next."
Silence engulfed the desert.
Madara, Nagato, and the others did not speak. What Akira described was no longer the domain of shinobi, kings, or councils.
It was the domain of gods.
And they all understood it.
The difficulties were immeasurable.
First—seizing control of the Pure Land itself, wresting it from the Sage of Six Paths and stabilizing it.
Second—maintaining the Pure Land without consuming souls, even though its very existence relied on spiritual energy.
Third—reincarnation. Souls could not simply be placed into newborn bodies. No one truly understood how a soul was formed, or how life began at that level.
Fourth—judgment. Who could read every memory of a soul without bias? Who could decide punishment and reward with absolute fairness?
Fifth—fate itself. Who could influence the future outcomes of reincarnated lives?
And finally—
Even if Akira accomplished all of this…
How could such a system function for eternity?
To them, even achieving a single step of this plan would elevate someone beyond legend.
Beyond myth.
Beyond humanity itself.
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Akira looked at them carefully.
All of them were solemn, serious—but there was no rejection in their expressions.
That alone told Akira enough.
He knew what he was proposing was not tyranny, nor madness. It was an answer born from exhaustion—exhaustion with human nature itself. After countless simulations, countless futures, Akira had lost blind faith in humanity's ability to govern itself forever.
He knew the Imperial Council of Shinobi would not last eternally.
Nothing ruled by humans ever did.
It might fall due to internal corruption.
It might collapse under external pressure.
Or it might rot slowly, becoming the very thing it was created to oppose.
Akira had seen enough worlds to know this truth.
So he would not place absolute power in the hands of the Imperial Council. Nor would he create a power that could not be challenged. If the council became corrupt, it should be challenged.
But then… what happens after?
That was where his answer lay.
"Then let them face the consequences of their own actions," Akira said calmly.
"Every action taken by any being—human or otherwise—will be repaid. Not by kings. Not by councils. But by the world itself."
"This," he continued, "is karma."
No one interrupted him.
Akira knew he could live another hundred—perhaps two hundred—years at least. In that time, he was confident he could create such a system. More than confidence, he felt certainty.
And deeper still, a quiet intuition told him that the reward he had yet to claim—from the One Piece world—would play a decisive role in this plan.
The need for vast external chakra was no longer an obstacle. The moment Akira awakened the Rinnegan ability, the rules had already changed.
Finally, when the silence stretched long enough, Akira spoke again.
"As for how the Ten Tails will help me," he said, "you can think of it as raising my level of life."
Sasuke frowned slightly.
"Level of life?"
Akira smiled.
"Think of it this way. Compared to humans, monkeys are a lower level of life—less intelligence, less potential. Humans are one level above. When humans gain chakra, that is another step."
"When a human awakens special eyes—Sharingan, Mangekyō, Rinnegan—that is yet another level."
"Evolution," Akira said, "from nothing to something, from something to transcendence—that is what I mean by level of life."
He glanced at the Ten Tails in the distance.
"The Ōtsutsuki travel the universe planting God Trees, harvesting chakra fruits, consuming them to elevate their existence again and again—until beings like Ōtsutsuki Shibai surpass dimensions themselves."
Everyone stiffened.
"Crossing dimensions?" Kakashi muttered.
Akira nodded lightly.
"That is why I believe this system is possible," he said. "Chakra is not a low-level energy. If chakra can turn mortals into gods, then it can also build a system that governs gods and mortals alike."
Slowly, one by one, they nodded.
Finally, Akira exhaled softly.
"These matters are far in the future," he said. "For now—there is something else to do."
He raised his hand.
"I will create a permanent space-time gate," Akira said. "One that directly connects this world to our ninja world."
His gaze shifted.
"Itachi. Nagato. You will speak with the people of this world. If they wish to form alliances, submit to the Imperial Council of Shinobi, or remain independent—you will decide."
Both Itachi and Nagato nodded immediately.
They, more than anyone, wanted to understand this world properly. A permanent gate would allow not only diplomacy—but reunion, exploration, and understanding.
Then Madara spoke.
"Akira," he said calmly, "do you think the Sage of Six Paths of your world and the Sage of Six Paths of this world will eventually clash? Or ally? Or oppose the Imperial Council?"
Akira smiled faintly.
"If he has the courage," Akira replied, "he can try."
"And if he does," Akira continued, opening his Rinnegan, "then I will show him my answer."
He waved his hand.
Space itself screamed.
Reality tore apart, and a massive gate dozens of meters tall and several meters wide formed before them—radiating overwhelming space-time chakra.
"I don't know how long it will take to do my thing," Akira said calmly. "Maybe minutes. Maybe months."
He turned to Nagato.
"You're the most senior here after Madara," Akira said. "I'll leave the council to you."
Nagato nodded.
Akira then activated his Rinnegan ability.
"Kagami no Hikan—Secret Mirror of All Paths."
In an instant, the Ten Tails was teleported several kilometers away from the gate.
Akira appeared atop it, settling himself calmly.
He closed his eyes slightly.
"System," Akira said.
"Retrieve One Piece world memories. And the One Piece world reward."
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