Chapter 513: Wrong, Wrong, Wrong
Ryo expended a monumental volume of effort before finally managing to loosely pacify his wildly racing heart parameters, and concurrently forcing Chiyo to believe that the Gedo: Art of Rinne Rebirth had fundamentally not compromised his native intelligence metrics...
The maxed-out, fully unlocked account tier he had actively yearned for across his entire lifespan was suddenly positioned right within arm's reach, causing his cognitive processing to be temporarily blinded by sheer ecstasy, resulting in that brief, unbridled manifestation of mania... However, once his emotions successfully cooled down, the Great Ancestor remained exceptionally reliable, stable, and rational.
"Gaara, do your cognitive parameters completely grasp the baseline situation now?"
Gaara shook his head in absolute, blank bewilderment.
"It is spectacular that you grasp it perfectly. Yahiko fundamentally didn't orchestrate this underhanded trap out of pure, malicious intent; extend a layer of face toward the Great Ancestor, permit his presence to administer a formal apology alongside a supplementary diplomatic gift, and let us comfortably turn this specific leaf over, workable?"
Gaara shook his head in absolute, blank bewilderment yet again.
"What a remarkably magnificent child, so monumentally magnanimous!" Ryo nodded with deep satisfaction: "Then the logistical resolution is firmly locked down as mapped. The Great Ancestor just dynamically recalled that Naruto hasn't logged a breakfast rotation yet; I shall execute my departure route first!"
The absolute millisecond those words settled, his physical frame cleanly flashed out of existence.
"Naruto Uzumaki... logging a breakfast rotation?" Gaara murmured softly under his breath in absolute confusion, viscerally feeling as though his vessel hadn't fully emerged from his slumber block yet.
Chiyo lifted her arm to violently intercept his line of departure, yet she fundamentally lacked the velocity parameters to match his movement. Didn't his prose explicitly claim just a moment ago that my presence was mandated to rescue Gaara? Catastrophic disaster or not, the Senior appears to have devolved into a certified mental invalid... I explicitly detailed from the absolute beginning that executing a high-powered resurrection methodology forces the caster to forfeit an absolute, heavy price!
Sasori stood firmly to the side, his facial expression entirely aloof and deadpan, yet deep within his internal matrix, he was quietly harboring a trace of subtle delight...
Right at that exact fraction of a second, a gentle wind rustled past the clearing, and Ryo's physical frame cleanly materialized on location once more.
"Sasori! In three months... negative, in five continuous months, travel straight out to the Land of Whirlpools to track down the Great Ancestor; I shall personally execute a premier medical block to completely restore your authentic flesh-and-blood vessel!" Ryo fell into a brief half-second of calculation. "If you possess the reckless audacity to skip the appointment, the Great Ancestor... mm... shall systematically dismantle your machinery to fashion your body into a young girl!"
"...Pointless!"
"Senior, rest your mind at absolute ease!" Chiyo frantically blurted out an active confirmation. "The absolute millisecond the timeline ripens, I shall personally escort Sasori to hit those coordinates."
Ryo gave a firm nod, subsequently directing a radiant, warm smile straight toward Gaara: "The Great Ancestor loves your presence to absolute pieces, mwah, mwah!"
Gaara: "..."
Could it be that the Dark Akatsuki's Infinite Tsukuyomi parameters successfully achieved their terminal output, and my vessel is currently navigating right inside the legendary world of absolute illusion?!
Gaara abruptly lifted his dual arms, locking his fingers together to form the Tiger (In) seal: "Genjutsu: RELEASE (Kai)!"
Chiyo: ???
"As expected, a high-powered illusion of this tier cannot be effortlessly unraveled; the logistics are monumentally problematic..."
Ryo executed a continuous string of maximum-velocity spatial flickers, carving a direct course back toward Turtle Island. His velocity parameters during this leg vertically eclipsed the speed he deployed when racing toward the Land of Rain by several distinct margins.
Sifting through his historical加点 (point-allocation) experience, every single monumental breakthrough scaling his strength tier to a fresh peak mandated a significantly prolonged duration of internal meditation to digest. If he failed to proactively utilize this specific window of duration—where Teuchi was actively assisting Tenji to streamline and align his internal tailed beasts' chakra pools—to comprehensively execute his point-allocation block, what on earth would happen if he was caught right mid-process when Tenji suddenly launched a catastrophic offensive blitz targeting Konoha? Wouldn't that yield an exceptionally awkward comedy block?
"Consequentially, it is fundamentally not a testament to the Great Ancestor fueling a frantic, impatient heart; rather, the unvarnished timeline waits for absolute zero individual under the heavens. Precisely, the logistics map out down that exact track! The absolute optimal template dictates that the precise micro-second my point-allocation block achieves its terminal completion, Tenji commences his chaotic uproar, strictly to be cleanly flattened into a certified buffoon by a single, high-powered finger-flick administered by Ryo Uzumaki—the Undefeated Under Heaven!"
Disregarding his internal chakra expenditure parameters entirely, Ryo expended a mere dozen continuous minutes to violently slice through a massive half-sector of the shinobi world, successfully touching down straight before the Falls of Truth upon Turtle Island.
At this exact fraction of a second, Naruto, Killer Bee, and Mabui shared a highly synchronized, uniform expression. Faces entirely packed with deep, bitter misery, each clutched a single grilled fish in their grip—taking a light bite, subtly knitting their brows, taking a secondary bite...
Ryo was completely entertained by this visual aesthetic. Letting out a light, tactical cough, he seamlessly drew the collective focus of the trio straight onto his position.
"Senior (Great Ancestor)! Exactly where did your presence vanish to?!"
Ryo chuckled smoothly: "Refrain from expending mental labor to audit the Great Ancestor's navigational coordinates. For the immediate moment, my presence has stepped back onto this coordinate block strictly to present a formal farewell to your cluster. The absolute duration mandated for this excursion remains a completely unfixed parameter. Naruto, unleash your absolute limits; the Great Ancestor desperately hopes that the precise micro-second my vessel journeys back to these coordinates, your cultivation rotation has secured its absolute success! Furthermore, the absolute fraction of a second your training concludes, you are structurally forbidden from leaving Turtle Island; hold your position on location to await the Great Ancestor's touchdown!"
Naruto's countenance instantly collapsed into a hollow wreck, staring down at the grilled fish cradled in his grip as his entire will to live evaporated.
Sustaining a timeline where his palate had been meticulously coddled by Ryo's premier culinary execution, abruptly switching back to navigate a standard, Mabui-brand grilled fish block... Even though the food was technically consumable, the mere cognitive calculation of being structurally forced to absorb such completely bland, flavorless fodder for a solid month or potentially longer...
Killer Bee given a brief pause, subsequently opening his maw to aggressively tear into his grilled fish. Since the situational parameters lacked the capacity to be altered, his matrix would comfortably adapt to the reality!
A trace of distinct disappointment similarly rippled across Mabui's features, yet she managed to rapidly realign her internal emotional baseline: "Senior, handle your busy workload with absolute focus. Your personal inventory highly probably cloaks a vast repository of fine seasoning agents; comfortably leave a fraction of the inventory behind to support our forces."
A brilliant, radiant smile suddenly blanketed Ryo's face as his mind dynamically recalled an ancient adage from his previous life: If you genuinely desire to conquer a woman's heart, you must structurally prioritize conquering her stomach parameters first.
"Secretary, does the gourmet cuisine compiled by the Great Ancestor taste monumentally spectacular?"
Mabui was briefly caught flat-footed, before giving a firm nod of absolute validation.
"Provided you formally transition to operate under the sovereign mantle of the Great Ancestor's personal secretary, the Great Ancestor shall seamlessly grant your matrix the baseline authorization to continuously tag along along my flanks to enjoy free gourmet feasts!"
Mabui could only offer a bitter, helpless chuckle: "Senior, my deepest gratitude for your premier goodwill..."
"Cease your prose!" Ryo wove his hand forward to cut her off. "There exists absolute zero requirement to articulate the word 'but'. Refrain from fueling a frantic rush to drop an immediate verbal refusal; the subsequent timeline stretches exceptionally long. If you lock down a rejection at this exact milestone, your cognitive parameters are highly probable to wallow in intense regret down the line."
Mabui offered a gentle smile: "Very well, Senior!"
Ryo gave a firm nod, waving his arm to systematically discard a massive cluster of customized seasoning jars and bottles, which landed with absolute stability directly atop the dirt.
"These constitute the flavor enhancements. When executing your culinary rotations down the line, seamlessly allocate a minor fraction of the gourmet seasoning straight to the God Turtle's palate. There exists zero requirement to feed its frame to absolute repletion; merely provide a trace of flavor to comfortably satisfy its cravings! The Great Ancestor departs~"
Stationed squarely atop a completely unpopulated, deserted island positioned within the immediate perimeter of Turtle Island, Ryo took a deep, sweeping breath of air, desperately striving to pacify his wildly turbulent internal emotions.
"Pacify? Pacify my foot!"
"Sustaining a monumentally immense duration of waiting, the calendar day has finally touched down down down down down to the letter! Dreaming across an exceptionally prolonged baseline, the dream has successfully locked into its absolute terminal completion~!" Ryo couldn't resist humming a brisk, triumphant tune inside his mind. Point-allocation, LAUNCH!
An aggregate total of 500 Witness Points was targeted with flawless, laser-sharp precision, pouring straight into his Fuinjutsu (Sealing Jutsu) attribute. The target skill line occupying his dashboard violently spiked to hit the absolute peak vertex of level ten in a single micro-second, subsequent to which it systematically faded and dissolved out of active existence—mirroring the operational protocol governing every single alternative maxed-out skill.
Concurrently, an extraordinarily dense, monumentally complex torrent of supreme Sealing Jutsu intelligence violently flashed straight through Ryo's cognitive parameters. Sealing his dual eyes to comprehensively digest the immense data stream, an absolute, bloated illusion of matchless omnipotence naturally sprouted within his mind—viscerally feeling as though his hands currently commanded the technical capacity to effortlessly seal every single entity occupying the cosmos.
A handful of minutes rolled past, subsequent to which Ryo finally concluded the comprehensive alignment of the newly injected Sealing Jutsu intelligence, opening his dual eyes with a face heavily painted by a trace of distinct confusion.
Exactly why on earth hasn't the spatial gateway leading straight into the absolute terminal Gate of Death (Shimon) situated within my cardiac core initiated its active opening sequence? Could it be that the Great Ancestor has retroactively triggered a localized myocardial infarction?
Waiting left, the gateway flatly declined to open. Waiting right, the parameters remained entirely static. Ryo shifted his sharp focus back to audit his status dashboard yet again.
Jutsu: 90,000 (+)
Pocket Space: (7/8)
Driven entirely by his Sealing Jutsu hitting its maxed-out vertex, his raw Jutsu parameter had experienced an astronomical, vertical spike, yet the aggregate tally of his Pocket Spaces remained rigidly locked at seven!
"Exactly how on earth is a calculation of this nature logically possible?!" A look of absolute, unvarnished disbelief completely painted his baby fat. His gaze systematically cycled back and forth to execute a frantic, meticulous sweep of every single row lining his dashboard, before his eyes finally locked onto a highly specific, remaining skill line...
Medical Ninjutsu (Ijutsu): LV9 (5,000,000 / 10,000,000)
"This cannot possibly be the structural reality... System, your parameters fundamentally lack the moral clearance to mistreat the Great Ancestor to this catastrophic extent, right?" Ryo lifted his head to gaze blankly up at the heavens, murmuring softly under his breath: "Negative, it must undeniably be a localized evolutionary delay; the Great Ancestor shall comfortably allocate a fraction of additional duration to wait out the metrics."
Standing completely frozen like a rigid statue atop this desolate wasteland island for the vast majority of the day, it wasn't until the evening shadows fully set in that Ryo unleashed a violent Flame Ring (Enkai) to completely sink the entirety of the terrestrial island mass straight down to the absolute bottom of the ocean floor, before humming a brisk tune to execute his departure.
"Wrong, wrong, wrong, the operational fault lies entirely with my execution~"
The system had fundamentally never explicitly articulated a rule detailing that the eighth pocket space was structurally mandated to correspond to a Sealing Space; it could effortlessly map to a Medical Space instead. A structural development of this nature... was simply monumentally logical and fair!
Navigating his way back onto Turtle Island, Naruto's trio was firmly stationed on the identical coordinate executing the exact same behavioral script—consuming grilled fish... except this specific rotation constituted dinner.
The cluster of three manifested a trace of distinct astonishment upon catching sight of Ryo's rapid return.
"Great Ancestor, your presence has already successfully journeyed back? Monumentally spectacular! Great Ancestor, execute a dinner cooking rotation for our vessels!"
Monumentally spectacular? Dinner cooking rotation? Ryo took a deep, sweeping breath of air, violently snatching Naruto's frame across the dirt to pin the boy squarely over his thigh—Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!...
Currently, Ryo's operational protocol when administering a beating to Naruto had cleanly eliminated a historical preliminary phase—stripping down his pants. When all was said and done, the child had successfully crossed into adolescence... yet a brat who mandated a thrashing was still structurally mandated to be thrashed down to the letter.
"AHHH!!! Great Ancestor, exactly why on earth have your hands launched another localized physical assault against my vessel?! Exactly what flawed maneuver did my execution commit?!"
"Wrong, wrong, wrong, the operational fault lies entirely with your execution~" Singing the rhythm inside his mind, Ryo came within a single hair's breadth of violently weeping on location.
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