Chapter 508: Get Lost
The only one acting young was Ryo; the miniature giant turtle was truly a juvenile. At over two hundred years old, it had barely breached early adolescence, as its species was only considered fully mature at three hundred.
Ryo calculated the details for two seconds: "Then exactly how old is your Old Ancestor? A thousand years old?"
"The Old Ancestor has already stepped into old age; he's over two thousand years old!" the miniature giant turtle responded while continuously tearing into the wild boar meat.
"Tsk!" Ryo shook his head. The giant turtle's longevity parameters vertically eclipsed even his highest estimates; this specimen had to be the single longest-lived entity native to the entire Naruto world, right?
"I still need to expend more effort. Two thousand years... the Great Ancestor can achieve that too!" Ryo murmured softly under his breath.
A look of absolute astonishment blanketed Mabui's face. Senior, based on your linguistic framework, could your true form actually be a turtle that successfully assumed a human shape?
Before Ryo's position, the miniature giant turtle finished consuming five massive portions of roasted wild boar meat, looking thoroughly unsatisfied: "Deploy five supplemental portions!"
Ryo chuckled smoothly, gladly consenting to the request.
"The meat requires a fraction of duration to roast. Converse alongside the Great Ancest... ahem, converse alongside me regarding the historical logistics. Exactly what transpired concerning the human population that touched down on this island two centuries ago?"
The miniature giant turtle hesitated for a solid two seconds, seemingly straining its cognitive parameters to dredge up the active memory: "They successfully hit these coordinates entirely by a lucky coincidence while fleeing a catastrophic disaster. It appeared they were desperately attempting to evade a highly specific monstrosity that commanded a vast multitude of tails..."
Ryo gave a firm nod; the data aligned flawlessly alongside his structural planning: "Exactly what coordinates did they flee from?"
"I lack the technical data... Ah, correct! Their skin parameters were completely dark, mirroring this specific female standing right beside you."
Ryo knit his brows to a subtle degree. To think they were actually natives representing the Land of Lightning; the difficulty rating to execute a smooth abduction just scaled to a higher tier...
Mabui stood briefly startled. No wonder the giant turtle beneath their boots had seamlessly transitioned into a mobile fortress native to the Hidden Cloud Village; it turned out a highly specific historical intersection of this nature existed.
"Wild boar meat! Bestow the wild boar meat straight into my maw!"
Ryo paused for a fraction of a second, a warm smile playing across his face. The absolute difficulty curve to execute a smooth abduction of an adolescent turtle shouldn't be high-tier; as for the colossal Old Ancestor turtle, he could comfortably take his time. Wild boar meat, off you go!
"Exactly how many alternative peers do you command?"
Upon catching that inquiry, the miniature giant turtle instantly wove a highly vigilant expression across its face: "Why on earth do your parameters inquire regarding my peers?"
Ryo froze for a micro-second. Talk about an exceptionally sharp brat... The absolute next second, the miniature giant turtle supplementally added a line of prose: "Every single scrap of this wild boar meat belongs strictly to me!"
Ryo pursed his lips, his mind plunging into an absolute, speechless void for a moment.
"Where are your biological parents?"
"...I have fundamentally never locked eyes alongside them."
"Oh, to think it constitutes a thoroughly pitiful, orphaned turtle. It desperately mandates the warm care administered by the Great Ancestor."
Mabui watched with absolute speechlessness as Ryo initiated a high-powered campaign to abduct a juvenile turtle. Deploying a relentless torrent of deceptive flattery, he actually successfully hoodwinked the creature into consenting to escort Ryo straight to track down the coordinates of its alternative peers.
Regrettably, subsequent to locking eyes alongside the remaining giant turtles, a layer of distinct disappointment washed over Ryo. Even though their physical frame dimensions were monumentally massive, their internal matrices housed absolute zero chakra parameters, and they completely lacked the capability to execute human speech. They operated strictly as ordinary animal life, completely failing to match the criteria of a high-tier Summoning Beast.
Ryo calculated the details for two seconds: "Your unvarnished prose checked out flawlessly; every single scrap of this wild boar meat belongs strictly to your vessel!"
Having successfully navigated a single day and night cycle upon Turtle Island, Ryo finally harvested his very first official Summoning Beast asset, supplementally bestowing the title of 'God Turtle' (Shingame) straight onto the juvenile creature.
A high-powered shinobi paired alongside a God Turtle—an impeccably flawless match!
Ryo concurrently refused to abandon his campaign to target the absolute vanguard of the giant turtle lineage. He systematically compiled a custom portion of gourmet cuisine to feed the Old Ancestor across every single meal block; supreme dedication invariably yields spectacular parameters, after all...
By the subsequent calendar day, Ryo successfully harvested a secondary high-tier Summoning Beast asset—a Colossal Armadillo (Kyodai Guryu).
Its entire physical matrix was blanketed by an exceptionally resilient, reinforced layer of biological armor plating, granting it the capacity to curl its frame into a seamless sphere to shield its vitals. Its independent defensive parameters were extraordinarily high-tier, capable of cleanly absorbing a direct strike backed by half of Ryo's peak combat output without sustaining structural trauma.
Setting that aside, it commanded an exceptional mastery over rapid excavation logistics. Compounding the most critical detail—this specimen operated under a female biological matrix. Even though it lacked the capacity to execute human speech, it flawlessly parsed and understood human words down to the letter, concurrently manifesting an exceptionally sweet, shy, and modest disposition. It wove a spectacular match alongside Hinata's behavioral profile.
"Under that framework, should I comfortably dispatch the God Turtle straight into Toneri's hands?" Ryo fell into brief calculation, rapidly parsing that the pairing felt a fraction unoptimized. "Let us continue our sweep to harvest alternative assets!"
"Reflecting on the timeline, has the Six Kage Summit officially commenced its active rotation by this exact junction?"
Within the Land of Rain, the Six Kage Summit was indeed executing its active rotation. Stripped of Ryo's heavy presence anchoring the chamber, the respective Kage representing every single village manifested a significantly more unbridled, aggressive posture compared to the previous day. The summit blocks turned monumentally 'boisterous', and the Fourth Raikage went so far as to proactively propose the absolute dissolution of the Akatsuki organization due to their operational failure.
"Well! That is fundamentally unworkable!" Nagato shook his head firmly to object. "The structural existence of the Akatsuki organization supplies an exceptionally high-tier contribution toward preserving absolute peace across the shinobi world. Our failure to cleanly capture the Dark Akatsuki is strictly driven by the adversary cloaking their tracking parameters with extreme efficiency!"
The Fourth Raikage's brow twisted into a fierce, massive knot. Uzukage, would it be structurally possible for your presence to completely clamp your jaw shut? Holy heaven, the absolute millisecond a 'well' ripples from your mouth, my entire sequence of logical thoughts is violently shattered into absolute fragments!
"Dissolving the Akatsuki organization is entirely uncalled for, yet a comprehensive wave of structural rectification and administrative overhaul is absolutely mandatory!" Ohnoki nodded to interject.
Nagato chuckled smoothly: "Well! Fourth Tsuchikage, monitor the parameters governing your official guard!"
"Old man, refrain from spouting redundant prose!" Kurotsuchi snapped her head around to command.
Ohnoki: "..."
This girl truly operates as a spiritual apprentice raised straight by the Senior.
"Ahem, the absolute core adversary confronting our collective forces is strictly the Dark Akatsuki; alternative political metrics should fundamentally not occupy our discussion blocks during this Six Kage Summit," Obito delivered a light, tactical cough.
Driven entirely by their shared connection alongside Ryo, Obito and Nagato seamlessly wove a highly synchronized, tacit understanding to supply a high-powered flanking shield to preserve Yahiko's position. With the conversational coordinates finally restored to the proper track, the two concurrently shifted their heads to lock their sight onto Yahiko, feeling a trace of confusion regarding exactly why he had withheld any active verbal input over the recent stretch. Only then did they parse out that Yahiko appeared to be completely zoned out, his mind entirely lost in a deep trance...
As the duration steadily marched forward drop by drop, the evening shadows smoothly blanketed the sky.
On Turtle Island, Ryo had successfully navigated his way back inside the ancient ruins, currently executing a culinary rotation to compile a massive dinner feast designed to accommodate four humans, two giant turtles, and a colossal armadillo.
Naruto remained firmly stationed on his coordinate, continuously unleashing his Talk No Jutsu straight against the Nine-Tails, yet his progress down to this exact timeline logged absolute zero forward momentum. Conversely, Killer Bee's independent cultivation had successfully parsed out a trace of structural clarity; when all was said and done, Ryo's chakra repository was completely devoid of an active, independent conscious will, safely granting him the capacity to cleanly tap into a minor fraction of the energy.
"Ahem! Naruto, temporarily bring your communication block to a standstill. Refuel your parameters with dinner before resuming your rotation!"
"Ohh!"
Ryo systematically distributed the dinner portions down the line: "Naruto, how are the parameters mapping out? Have you secured a trace of structural progression?"
Naruto gave a slight shake of his head, yet his face completely failed to manifest a single shred of hollow disappointment: "Zero forward momentum as of yet, but I parse out an internal premonition that the breakthrough will conclude exceptionally fast—this exact evening should structurally seal the deal!"
Because his conscious awareness was locked in a deep communication loop alongside the Nine-Tails, Naruto's physical vessel remained in a perfect state of metabolic rest. Consequently, executing a cultivation rotation of this nature bypassed the functional requirement to sleep, granting him an exceptionally vast repository of available duration.
"This exact evening, is it?" Ryo smiled gently: "Unleash your absolute limits!"
"Wild boar meat! I desperately desire wild boar meat!"
Ryo given a brief pause, turning his body to face the God Turtle: "Acting as a fastidious, picky eater explicitly proves you are not a model child. This evening, your matrix shall strictly consume fish; operate with a fraction more compliance, be good."
The juvenile God Turtle felt monumentally aggrieved, continuously parsing out a premonition that Ryo's baseline parameters had completely flipped. Yesterday, he explicitly functioned under a framework where whatever its matrix desired was delivered straight to its maw... How exceptionally naive! Now that the official Summoning Contract Scroll had been cleanly inked and signed, did it genuinely believe Ryo would continue to coddle its parameters?
The subsequent morning, right at the break of dawn.
"Absolute success, hahahaha..." Naruto's resonant laughter violently rousted Ryo straight out of his deep slumber block.
"You explicitly stated... full success has been achieved?"
"Mmm, absolute success has been locked down, Great Ancestor! The Nine-Tails has finally granted its absolute consent to speak directly alongside my presence!"
Ryo let out a massive, sweeping sigh of relief. Naruto had finally successfully scaled past the very first milestone node; being capable of fluid communication was a spectacular baseline gain.
"Exactly what prose did its vocal parameters articulate?"
Naruto offered a highly sheepish, scratch-headed 'hehe' chuckle: "Get lost."
Ryo blinked his dual eyes: "Get lost?"
"Mmm."
"Get lost!"
Naruto offered a confused scratch of his hair loops: "Precisely, the Nine-Tails explicitly stated 'get lost'. Great Ancestor, my internal matrix is heavily tracking an intense hunger; let's execute a breakfast rotation!"
"Get lost!"
"Great Ancestor, refrain from continuously repeating that specific phrase!"
"Get lost, get lost, get lost!"
Ryo's internal cognitive parameters were currently packed to the absolute brim with ten thousand rows of unvarnished curses. It was entirely a testament to his good fortune that Killer Bee and Mabui hadn't arrived inside the chamber yet; otherwise, they would inevitably have concluded that Naruto operated as a certified mental invalid. This mischievous brat was simply squandering the Great Ancestor's absolute face past normal recognition!
"I am hungry!" Naruto repeated his structural demand.
"Get lost!... Eh?" Ryo's dual eyes subtly squinted into a narrow slit.
Concurrently.
Within a highly specific, subterranean pocket dimension situated right along the immediate perimeter of the Land of Rain.
Orochimaru cast his slitted gaze straight toward the unconscious individual resting before his position, his raspy vocal cadence rippling through the shadows: "The Senior's sealing formulations and barrier tracking metrics can be completely insulated by my hands for a maximum duration of a single half-hour. As for the subsequent parameters, they rely strictly on your independent execution."
"A single half-hour operates as an exceptionally ample volume of duration," Tenji slowly lifted his dual hands, preparing to actively unleash his technique. Before his seals could lock, Orochimaru wove a half-smiling, mocking expression across his face, extending his arm to abruptly intercept his movement.
"I completely omitted to notify your parameters earlier—a highly specific entity was proactively tracking your line of advance from a short distance behind your flank. It is highly probable that it constitutes the Senior himself; your vessel has officially run straight into a monumental mountain of trouble."
Tenji's countenance experienced a sudden, catastrophic shift: "That is fundamentally impossible! Ryo Uzumaki is currently anchored at a distant coordinate far across the oceanic expanses; could it possibly be that that specific bastard..."
Right at that exact fraction of a second, an alternative vocal signature casually rippled across the subterranean chamber from a distance away: "Well! Are you guys currently occupied with a busy workload? At this early hour of the morning, your vessels haven't logged a breakfast rotation yet, have they? Are you tracking a layer of hunger? How about allowing my presence to dish out a fresh bowl of ramen for you?"
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