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"…What world did this batch of trash come from?"
Wakaze murmured to himself, eyes fixed on the distant mound.
The garbage had piled up into a hill over ten meters tall. Compared to the debris from Swallowed Star, this heap contained no steel bars or plastic—only soil, shattered stones, broken wood…
He walked forward cautiously.
Ever since learning that corpses could be mixed in with the trash, Wakaze no longer assumed it was harmless. If a dead cultivator had left behind some hidden contingency, he would be the unlucky one.
Step by step, he approached the mound.
Fragments of stone. Clods of earth. Rotting wood.
Nothing else—at least on the surface.
Perhaps treasures were buried within, but clearing a hill this large would take considerable time. Wakaze was even considering heading to Beast King Mountain to ask the canine clan for help—
When suddenly—
"Boom—!"
A rumble echoed.
At the top of the mound, several rocks tumbled down, striking something massive and knocking it loose.
Wakaze instantly pulled out a scroll from his ninja pouch and formed hand seals.
"Release!"
White smoke burst forth, revealing a sharp katana—the blade from the world of Swallowed Star.
Gripping it tightly, he assumed a guarded stance and stared at the strange object that had fallen. It was wrapped in layers of hardened mud, its true form obscured.
After a brief hesitation, Wakaze raised the katana and slashed down.
"Clang—!"
The impact jolted his arms numb.
He couldn't cut through it.
"What the—? This is a weapon from Swallowed Star, and it can't even leave a mark?"
As he spoke, the mud around the object began to crumble where the blade had struck, revealing a bronze sheen beneath.
Wakaze's eyes narrowed.
"…It's a cauldron."
He studied the massive shape and the faint patterns emerging along its surface.
It was unmistakable—a large ancient tripod cauldron.
Without delay, he used the katana to scrape away the remaining dirt.
Before long, a complete bronze cauldron stood before him.
It looked ancient and heavy with history—certainly no ordinary object. In ancient times, cauldrons symbolized authority and heritage. Even across different worlds, such an object carried weight.
And this one emitted a faint medicinal fragrance.
At that moment, Wakaze's gaze shifted to a bone fragment lying nearby. It had fallen free from the dirt, etched with faint, archaic characters.
"Vicious beasts."
"Wilderness."
"Bone script."
…
Seeing those words, realization dawned.
"…The Perfect World."
He drew in a sharp breath.
The trash came from Perfect World.
That was no ordinary realm—it far surpassed worlds like Battle Through the Heavens. Its cultivation system was terrifying. In that world, countless beings could shatter stars with a single punch.
Wakaze's eyes gleamed as he looked at the giant cauldron again.
An ancient cauldron from Perfect World could not possibly be simple. It might even be a treasure. In that world, cauldrons were sacred and important artifacts.
Excitement surged within him.
He immediately began dismantling the mound, searching for anything else of value.
The hill collapsed quickly under his efforts. Most of it was loose earth mixed with stone. After severing a few supporting rocks, the structure crumbled entirely.
And then—
A massive tiger lay revealed.
Its fur was crimson, radiating faint residual heat. It was clearly dead—likely slain by someone.
Nearby lay a beast hide inscribed with text, like a diary.
"Revenge… impossible. Shi Hao is too strong. How could I possibly avenge my clan? I am the last of Wolf Village, yet I lack the strength to challenge Willow Village—especially with Shi Hao there. Who would dare provoke them now? I will grow old alone here…"
"Sigh… Shi Hao has returned. I should leave and hide. Though such a figure wouldn't care about an ant like me, I cannot bear to witness my enemy's rise."
The words carried loneliness—and resentment.
From the hide's contents, Wakaze pieced together the origin of this trash.
It came from Wolf Village.
In the early period of Perfect World, Shi Hao's Willow Village had been attacked by the neighboring Wolf Village. In the end, the Willow Deity annihilated them. Apparently, one survivor had remained in hiding among the ruins. But when Shi Hao's fame grew, even that survivor lost the will to seek revenge and chose isolation.
At some point, perhaps due to an earthquake, the ruins collapsed—reduced to "trash" and pulled into the Garbage Station.
Wakaze exhaled slowly.
"So this batch is from early Perfect World… and this cauldron must be Wolf Village's medicinal cauldron."
In Perfect World, medicinal baths were common—especially for children. From a young age, they would temper their bodies through brutal immersion rituals.
A cauldron would be placed over roaring flames. Water inside would boil, and according to ancient formulas, herbs, venomous insects, true blood of vicious beasts, crushed bones, and other materials would be added.
Then a child would be thrown inside to endure the agony.
The result?
A body far stronger than ordinary.
Shi Hao himself had undergone such baths from the age of one or two, forging an extraordinary foundation.
The cauldron before Wakaze was likely Wolf Village's medicinal cauldron. He didn't know how long it had been used, but the longer such a cauldron served, the more medicinal essence it would absorb—sometimes even evolving into a treasure.
Even if it hadn't reached that level, to Wakaze, it was already priceless.
Worlds differed.
So did physiques.
He was certain that even the adults of the Naruto world might be physically outmatched by children from Perfect World who had undergone systematic tempering.
And while this cauldron might not rival Willow Village's legendary one—
It was still far superior to any newly forged vessel.
For Wakaze—
It was an opportunity to rebuild his foundation.