Chapter 538: Happy Wedding
Kushina's soul successfully logging into the spiritual dimension instantly triggered a chaotic wave of panicked exclamations and bewildered uproar from the gathered residents.
"The war? Ah, it's fine. Although Great-Great-Grandpa projected a monumentally disheveled aesthetic, the operational parameters dictate he highly probable secured a terminal win."
"Casualties and fatalities? Zero structural casualties to report."
"My matrix? Oh, Naruto's Nine-Tails was violently extracted by that old man Six Paths, and Great-Great-Grandpa explicitly mandated holding off on restoring his parameters until after Naruto physically died. My cognitive loops calculated that Great-Great-Grandpa's resurrection jutsu commands a non-negligible operational cost, so wasting it strictly on reviving Naruto seemed monumentally unoptimized. I concluded it was exponentially more efficient to allocate that resource toward resurrecting my vessel, specifically to restore my absolute peak youth! Grandma Mito, your parameters fundamentally cannot comprehend the sheer volume of pressure I endure; Minato's aesthetic is continuously scaling into an increasingly handsome baseline, while my physical framework has already begun spawning minor wrinkles..."
The collective spiritual dimension residents: ???
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Outside the spatial dimension.
Ryo cast a brief, sweeping audit toward the internal situation of the spiritual dimension before withdrawing his sensory focus, feeling a profound mixture of amusement and utter exasperation.
Kushina's physical vessel was smoothly swept into his Eight Trigrams pocket space, while Aino's frame was released back into the mortal coil. Having endured a solid hour of absolute isolation within the Eight Trigrams dimension, Aino's emotional parameters had significantly stabilized... After all, she constituted an entity who had biologically survived for over a thousand continuous years; her matrix was thoroughly accustomed to auditing life, death, and terminal partings.
"Main body, please pardon my matrix for strictly employing this specific title to address your presence," Aino articulated with a soft, gentle cadence. "My internal parameters are flawlessly aware that the chronological countdown governing my remaining duration is exceptionally tight. Following my terminal demise, I desperately hope your hands can assume the responsibility of adequately providing for Ayame."
Ryo gave a firm nod: "Discard your anxiety. I will seamlessly coordinate her logistics to be stationed alongside Sara."
"That is highly optimal... Where is Lady Kaguya?"
Ryo slightly tilted his head: "Arriving on location."
A short spatial distance behind his flank, a black hole materialized, and Kaguya smoothly levitated outward. Her internal chakra reserves had similarly depleted past the fifty percent mark. The aesthetic governing her pristine eyes had successfully restored its absolute, clear purity, and dual streams of tears flowed relentlessly down her face: "Aino, I am so profoundly sorry..."
As an intensely emotional, tearful reunion scene between the dual women began to unfold, Ryo shook his head and systematically relayed his logistical commands: "Nagato, the active combat phase is officially terminated. The terrestrial geography of the Land of Rivers has been catastrophically obliterated into this specific apocalyptic state; your parameters are hereby mandated to comprehensively orchestrate the reconstruction phase!"
"Yo, Teacher, didn't your internal calculations dictate a desire to systematically annex the civilian population of the Land of Rivers straight into..."
"Absolute idiot!" Ryo aggressively glared, his dual eyes widening into a sharp slit: "Do your cognitive loops fundamentally fail to comprehend the concept of diplomatic sincerity?!"
"Yo!"
Ryo shook his head in profound, helpless exasperation. Auditing Naruto's physical frame, which was currently sprawled out flat against the dirt, snoring loudly in deep, comatose sleep, he scoffed. This so-called Child of Prophecy had literally slept through the absolute climax of the apocalyptic final battle! The Great Toad Sage's terminal prophecy was indeed fundamentally, catastrophically inaccurate!
"Obito, coordinate Itachi and Sasuke to execute a rapid transit block straight back to Konoha. Should your route intercept any allied ninja actively sprinting toward this coordinate sector, manually instruct their forces to halt their advance."
Obito and Itachi gave firm nods of compliance. Sasuke, in sharp contrast, projected a monumentally heavy, solemn expression. The absolute micro-second he successfully rotated back to base, he was structurally mandated to aggressively multiply his training volume. Securing the technical capacity to successfully re-awaken his Mangekyo Sharingan at the earliest possible chronological milestone was his absolute, singular priority; evaluating his current unvarnished output, he was fundamentally incapable of securing a win against Naruto...
That absolutely damned Six Paths!
"Grand Elder, did that utterly disgusting entity successfully kick the bucket?" Karin vocalized her inquiry.
Ryo briefly paused: "Orochimaru... logged a terminal demise!"
"Senior Orochimaru actually died?" Minato's facial complexion registered a profound wave of melancholy. During his youth, his operational interactions alongside Orochimaru weren't exactly sparse, and tracing the emotional vectors both independently and through Jiraiya's connection, he retained a lingering trace of genuine sentiment for the man.
Ryo's internal heart parameters similarly projected a trace of discomfort. Auditing a junior—whom he had meticulously watched grow from childhood and continuously harbored immense admiration for—relentlessly sprint straight down a dead-end trajectory, ultimately terminating in absolute death...
"His matrix has not yet achieved a terminal demise," Kaguya abruptly interjected with a soft, gentle cadence, her expression painted with deep sadness. "It strictly translates to the reality that his soul matrix has completely lost the technical capacity to manipulate my physical vessel; attempting to forcefully exert operational control will strictly accelerate his structural dissolution. However, even factoring that parameter in, I am profoundly afraid his chronological countdown strictly commands a meager three to five days of duration... My internal parameters genuinely, explicitly harbored absolute zero desire to assassinate him."
Ryo shook his head smoothly. Mapping that specific reality to practical application, it was structurally identical to being already dead; his hands completely lacked the technical capacity to successfully salvage Orochimaru. The absolute baseline density governing Kaguya's soul matrix scaled a full tier vertically above his own; this represented a catastrophic, insurmountable gap in qualitative mass. Even with his Sealing Jutsu parameters maxed out at the absolute peak, his execution fundamentally couldn't inflict a microscopic trace of influence upon her soul.
Assuming the Great Ancestor had refrained from misallocating his stat points, my current parameters would possess the absolute capacity to cleanly extract Orochimaru's soul matrix straight out of her vessel. While granting his presence absolute freedom would remain off the table, seamlessly sealing his frame within the Land of Whirlpools to operate as a high-tier scientific research assistant...
Ryo let out a heavy sigh as his gaze flicked to audit his active attribute panel, instantly freezing dead in his tracks.
Witness Points: 500 Points.
Did my reserves actually successfully breach the threshold without my conscious awareness? Ryo hesitated for a brief fraction of a second before suddenly breaking into a light chuckle: Whether your matrix successfully survives this catastrophic rotation strictly depends on whether my hands can execute a flawless stat allocation block before your soul achieves terminal dissolution... or mapping it to alternative prose... strictly depends on the absolute will of Heaven!
"Nagato, your parameters are assigned to comprehensively settle the logistics for Kaguya and Aino. Haku, you are temporarily mandated to orchestrate their daily operational care."
"Understood, Grand Elder."
Ryo gave a firm nod of validation. Haku's pure, gentle personality matrix commanded his absolute highest tier of trust; his presence inherently guaranteed that the current iteration of Kaguya—whose personality was presently a completely blank, naive slate—wouldn't be inadvertently guided down a twisted, catastrophic trajectory.
"Yo, Teacher, are your parameters planning to...?"
"My matrix... oh," Ryo shot a rapid, subtle glance toward Aino. "That specific, high-powered combat loop just now yielded monumentally profound, tangible benefits for my operational metrics. I can viscerally sense the structural bottleneck suppressing my strength tier beginning to violently loosen..."
"God, your parameters are scaling toward an even higher power vertex!"
"Ah, haha," Ryo chuckled lightly. "Deploying a rapid transit block!"
Directly interfacing with the spatial nodes anchored within the Eight Trigrams pocket space, Ryo executed an instantaneous Body Flicker, leaping straight into the boundless, roaring ocean expanse. He then flawlessly, meticulously allocated the absolute entirety of his 500 Witness Points squarely into his Medical Ninjutsu attribute!
The sheer velocity and frantic urgency driving his execution explicitly proved that, deep down in his internal heart parameters, Ryo still profoundly favored securing an operational lifeline to salvage Orochimaru...
CRACK!
Mirroring the crisp acoustic of a tightly sealed bottle cap being violently popped open, Ryo clearly audited a sharp, resonant snap echoing straight from his anatomical heart center. The absolute eighth spatial dimension had successfully torn open!
The absolute entirety of his eight spatial dimensions seamlessly fused into a singular, unified matrix! His total chakra reserves violently spiked by an astronomical, catastrophic margin, and Ryo's biological physical framework instantly began to aggressively inflate and expand outward.
Holy fck, how on earth did my cognitive loops completely forget to calculate this specific parameter?!* Ryo's facial complexion sustained a sharp, violent shift: Super Multi-Size... Urgh!
In a single, violent micro-second, Ryo's entire physical vessel catastrophically expanded, morphing into an astronomically colossal, pitch-black spherical construct—an Expansive Truth-Seeking Ball!
The absolute evolutionary sequence had successfully launched!
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The Land of Rivers.
Haku took several gentle paces forward: "Senior Princess Kaguya Otsutsuki, Senior Aino, please generously bestow your care upon my operations."
Kaguya's flawlessly pure, innocent gaze locked onto Haku: "A profoundly beautiful young boy. Please generously bestow your care as well."
Nagato scratched the back of his head, shifting his gaze to Obito: "Then our respective units shall execute independent return transits. Karin, your parameters are mandated to execute a rapid intercept block to rendezvous with our reinforcement units deployed to the Hidden Cloud Village."
"Oh."
Minato leaned forward, gently patting Naruto's shoulder: "Naruto! Terminate your sleep cycle, Naruto!"
Right at that exact fraction of a second, Kaguya, who was actively being influenced by Haku's sweet, radiant smile, suddenly manifested a look of absolute, frantic horror: "Negative! Negative! Your parameters fundamentally cannot execute this maneuver! Halt! Your matrix will sustain a terminal demise!"
The collective junior generation was violently startled. They watched in sheer shock as the blood-red, nine-tomoe Rinne Sharingan anchored squarely upon Kaguya's forehead violently snapped open once again, instantly unleashing a blinding, retina-searing luminescence!
Fired at point-blank range against a completely defenseless perimeter, the catastrophic visual assault instantly forced every single junior into a deep, comatose slumber! The apocalyptic light continuously rippled outward, blanketing the absolute entirety of the shinobi world; not a single barrier or structure possessed the baseline capacity to block even a microscopic fraction of its output!
Infinite Tsukuyomi: LAUNCH!
Every single living entity was instantaneously plunged straight into an absolute dream matrix. Strictly the groggy, half-awake Naruto and the monumentally grave, solemn Sasuke materialized within a boundless expanse of pitch-black void.
Directly before their dual visual fields sat a furious old man, continuously hurling a relentless stream of aggressive curses while suspended mid-air: "Ryo Uzumaki, you absolute idiot! Your parameters are flawlessly, structurally just as idiotic as your Shadow Clone! Does your matrix genuinely lack even a microscopic shred of baseline defensive alertness against a hostile entity?! Dammit all, the current logistical reality dictates relying strictly on these two brats... yet my active power reserves have nearly hit absolute zero. I fear... you absolute idiot Uzumaki!"
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The Border of the Land of Rivers.
Jiraiya and Tsunade had strictly just successfully touched down on these coordinates when the dual of them were instantaneously dragged straight into the dream matrix.
And their specific dreamscape was explicitly, exceptionally lively and bustling.
"Congratulations, congratulations!"
"Our profound blessings, our profound blessings!"
The Senju Clan compound was heavily adorned with festive lanterns and vibrant decorations, hosting an endless, uninterrupted stream of high-profile guests. Jiraiya—one of the Legendary Sannin—was officially marrying into the Senju Clan! The newlywed couple continuously accepted a relentless barrage of warm blessings from both the elder and junior generations, their faces completely overflowing with radiant, absolute happiness.
Abruptly, the entire courtyard fell into absolute, deafening silence.
Jiraiya and Tsunade were briefly startled, lifting their heads to audit a remarkably pale-faced man slowly and gracefully walking into the perimeter.
Jiraiya's facial complexion underwent a sharp shift: "Hey! You bastard Orochimaru, exactly what operational objective brings your presence to this coordinate block?! Tsunade has already formally agreed to marry me!"
"Orochimaru, our Senju Clan fundamentally does not welcome your presence!" Nawaki chimed in from the flank, aggressively bolstering the defense.
Tsunade let out a light, subtle sigh: "Orochimaru, you should execute a retreat. The Senju Clan strictly accepts marriages where the groom joins our ranks; evaluating my sovereign status, it is structurally impossible for my parameters to marry outside the clan..."
"Oh?" Orochimaru slowly licked the corner of his mouth. "So, within the parameters of a dream matrix, this is the specific role my character is mandated to play? How profoundly fascinating!"
Jiraiya stood momentarily stunned: "Dream? What dream? Orochimaru, this unvarnished reality is absolutely not a dream!"
Orochimaru paused for a brief fraction of a second. A look of profound, solemn sincerity abruptly surfaced within his eyes, and he articulated with a soft, gentle cadence: "Jiraiya, Tsunade... I genuinely wish you both a profoundly happy wedding!"
"Tch, even if your vocal apparatus utters those words..."
Jiraiya's sentence was abruptly severed mid-articulation. He stared in absolute, unvarnished shock as Orochimaru's entire physical framework abruptly began to disintegrate, gracefully drifting apart flawlessly mirroring fine sand, scattering into the high-altitude air blocks without leaving a single trace behind.
"Exactly what kind of cheap trick did his matrix execute..." Jiraiya muttered under his breath, yet his internal heart parameters abruptly experienced a profound, hollow sense of absolute loss.