Naruto: Creating Immortal Techniques at Six, Shocking Uncle Snake

Chapter 173: A Special Zanpakutō?

In a small ninja village, the presence of ghosts had left it in ruins.

Most of the villagers had perished, and only a few ninjas remained.

If this continued, it was likely even these last few would meet their end within days.

"Jin, do you think we can really avenge them?"

"Even if I can't avenge them, I'd rather die here in this village. I grew up here, and I don't want to leave."

Jin spoke with unwavering determination in his eyes.

Ghosts? They didn't scare him.

If fire couldn't destroy these ghosts, then living was meaningless. Better to die and join the departed villagers than to flee.

"If you want to leave, just go. There's no point in wasting your lives here. I have ties to this village; I can't leave."

Jin looked at his companions, who had stayed by his side all this time. Yet, they hadn't found a way to kill the ghosts.

Perhaps now was the time to give up.

Closing his eyes in resignation, he heard footsteps, followed by the ghosts' gleeful laughter.

"Hahaha, what a pitiful group! They don't even know who's killing them."

"This power is truly intoxicating. Who would have thought such mystical power existed in this world? Just killing people makes us stronger!"

"Ah, too bad we're not strong enough to wipe out more than these ordinary villagers. If we had someone like Boss Feng, a village like this could be destroyed in a single night."

"True. But Boss Feng doesn't want to come here. You know there are plenty of villages nearby. If we wiped them all out, we'd each become as strong as him!"

The ghosts chattered away, not realizing that Jin, who had been waiting for death with closed eyes, was trembling.

He heard them. He heard it all.

Their voices, their intentions—they were real!

The ghosts were massacring entire villages just to grow stronger.

They were truly unforgivable, evil beyond redemption!

"I will kill them all!"

Hatred radiated from Jin's body. When he opened his eyes, he realized his companions were still alive.

But something had changed—Jin's pupils had turned a pale violet.

At that moment, one of his companions stepped forward.

"Jin, we pooled our resources to buy a special blade. It's said this blade can kill ghosts. People call it a Zanpakutō. But it's difficult to wield. We've all tried, but none of us could use it. If you can, you might be able to avenge us."

The man handed over a long blade.

Jin was momentarily stunned as he looked at the weapon. He felt as though it was meant for him.

Perhaps this was the key to fulfilling his dream of vengeance.

Reaching out to grasp the Zanpakutō, Jin heard a chorus of mocking voices from the ghosts.

"Ridiculous! A single blade to kill us?"

"Hahaha, sure, that blade carries a power that can threaten us. But no ordinary ninja can wield it!"

"Exactly. Soon, he'll despair and die. Then we'll devour him in his hopelessness. How delightful!"

"Hahaha, we owe Ishihara for sealing the Afterworld. Without that, we couldn't linger here!"

"No, no, we owe Uchiha Madara. Without him, we wouldn't have discovered that devouring our own kind makes us stronger!"

The ghosts laughed, oblivious that Jin had overheard everything.

"So it's Ishihara's doing? And Uchiha Madara is behind their murderous impulses?"

Jin's eyes gleamed with resolve as he grasped the Zanpakutō.

The moment his hand touched the blade, a terrifying power surged into his body.

In an instant, Jin felt his very soul transcend. The world before him became crystal clear.

"Argh!"

"Wow!"

"We're saved!"

As Jin gripped the Zanpakutō, a terrifying wave of energy blasted everyone away, including the ghosts.

The ghosts stared at Jin in disbelief.

They had seen others attempt to wield a Zanpakutō before, but nothing like this!

Elsewhere, Ishihara, who was experimenting with new techniques, froze.

He sensed something unusual about a Zanpakutō he had sold—it was radiating an emotion of sheer joy.