The night forest was heavy with mist. Moonlight slipped through the dense canopy in broken silver fragments, illuminating the narrow path where Uchiha Lie and Kikyo walked side by side. The air smelled faintly of damp soil and blood—the lingering trace of demons that had already met their end.
Kikyo's steps were light, almost silent. Even in death, she carried herself with the dignity of a priestess. But her gaze, calm as ever, rested on Lie with clear intent.
She had heard him mention it earlier.
His body.
His state.
The strange way his wound had closed as if nothing had ever happened.
"You said your body is the result of a forbidden technique," Kikyo said at last, her tone steady but curious. "Explain it to me."
Lie knew exactly what she was referring to. There was no need for secrecy. Compared to the horrors this world had already shown her, the truth would not frighten her.
"This body," he began calmly, "is formed by the Impure World Reincarnation Jutsu."
He glanced at her briefly before continuing.
"It's a technique that drags the soul of the dead back from the Pure Land and binds it to a body made of dust and sacrifice. The living body becomes a vessel. The dead return—but not truly alive."
The forest wind whispered between the trees.
Kikyo's expression did not change, but her eyes sharpened.
Lie added, "Normally, the sacrifice is a human. But the ritual that brought me back used a demon instead."
He gave a faint, almost amused smile.
"I didn't expect that would work either."
Kikyo's gaze turned distant as she walked. "So… you cannot die?"
"Not easily." Lie shrugged. "As long as the caster doesn't release the jutsu, the resurrected body reforms endlessly. Smash it to pieces, burn it to ash—it rebuilds itself from dust."
He paused, then said lightly:
"It was created to make the dead fight until their enemies fall with them."
Kikyo frowned faintly.
"That technique… sounds deeply evil."
Lie nodded without hesitation.
"It is."
His tone shifted slightly, becoming almost teasing.
"The one who created it was a white-haired old ghost from the Senju Clan."
"Senju Clan?" she repeated.
"Our clan's sworn enemies," Lie said with exaggerated seriousness. "Naturally evil people."
Kikyo looked at him for a moment.
Something about the way he said it sounded like deliberate provocation rather than fact. But his face remained perfectly straight.
She chose not to argue.
Before she could ask further, several blind demons burst from the undergrowth, claws scraping bark and soil.
Lie didn't even sigh.
With effortless movements, his blade flashed in the moonlight. In less than a breath, the demons were cut down, their bodies collapsing into lifeless silence.
He sheathed his weapon and looked ahead.
"There's a thick tree up there. We'll rest."
"You don't want to continue?" Kikyo asked.
"There are too many demons in the forest at night," he replied lazily. "Killing them nonstop gets boring."
Kikyo almost smiled—but stopped herself.
They reached the massive tree. Its trunk was wide enough to take several men to encircle it. Roots rose like ancient stone from the earth.
Kikyo lifted her hand, intending to create a protective barrier.
But Lie suddenly ran straight up the tree trunk.
She looked up in mild surprise.
He stopped five or six meters above the ground. His hands formed seals rapidly.
"Wood Release: Four-Pillar House Technique."
The air trembled.
Thick wooden beams burst from the trunk, weaving and expanding with unnatural speed. In moments, a small but beautifully crafted treehouse formed around the trunk, complete with walls and a door.
Even Kikyo, who had faced death without flinching, widened her eyes slightly.
Wood… growing like that?
Lie stepped inside briefly to inspect the structure, then leapt down with a soft landing.
"All set. We'll stay up there."
Before Kikyo could question how they would climb, Lie pressed his hand to the trunk, marking it with a seal.
He stepped close and placed a hand lightly on her shoulder.
"Don't panic."
In the next instant—
The world blurred.
The ground vanished beneath them.
They reappeared inside the treehouse.
Kikyo steadied herself, looking around the dim wooden interior. A circular section of trunk ran through the center—the very tree they had just stood beneath.
"We are… already inside?" she murmured.
"Flying Thunder God Technique," Lie explained casually. "Teleportation. Climbing is unnecessary."
She walked to a window and looked down. Moonlight revealed the forest floor far below.
It was real.
She turned back.
"I'll set a barrier."
Before she began, however, she noticed something else.
Two simple beds. Clean mats. A candlestick. Small everyday items neatly arranged.
"You… created these as well?"
Lie scratched the back of his head.
"I can access a separate storage dimension. I carry essentials with me. I'm not fond of sleeping on bare ground."
"A separate dimension…" she repeated softly.
This man possessed too many strange abilities.
She began weaving her spiritual power into a protective barrier around the treehouse.
Lie leaned casually against the trunk.
"You don't know barrier techniques?" she asked without looking at him.
"I know sealing jutsu," he said. "Barriers? Not really."
"And if a demon breaks in?"
"I'll kill it."
He sounded perfectly sincere.
She stopped for a second and gave him a look that clearly said he was impossible.
Then she resumed her work.
By the time the barrier shimmered into place, the treehouse was completely hidden from demonic detection.
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Near noon the next day, sunlight filtered through the leaves.
Lie sat at the doorway, staring quietly at the endless stretch of forest. For once, he wasn't smiling.
Soft footsteps approached behind him.
"You're awake?" he asked without turning.
Kikyo stepped beside him and sat down.
"That body of yours," he added casually, "does it require food?"
"No," she answered calmly. "It is formed from clay and bone ash. It functions as long as spiritual power sustains it."
She looked at the forest.
The world looked peaceful in daylight. Deceptively so.
Lie turned slightly.
"Where will you go now?"
She did not answer immediately. Instead, she studied him carefully.
"You said you can perform true resurrection."
"I can."
He met her gaze without hesitation.
"If I couldn't, I wouldn't have revived myself in this state."
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"You cast the Impure World Reincarnation Jutsu… on yourself?"
"Correct."
There was no pride in his tone. Only matter-of-fact certainty.
"I sensed I might die," he continued. "So I prepared a scroll in advance, naming myself as the resurrection target."
He gave a faint smile.
"There were complications. But I survived."
Kikyo fell silent.
Few people prepared for death with such precision.
She could not decide whether it was madness—or brilliance.
Lie noticed her look.
"What?"
She hesitated.
"You are strange."
He laughed lightly.
"I died young," he said, voice suddenly softer. "I hadn't even held a girl's hand before I died for no reason. I wasn't going to accept that."
The words were spoken casually.
But something in Kikyo's chest tightened.
She had also died young.
Eighteen.
At the age when life should have begun.
She remembered the warmth she had once felt. The promises. The regret.
A faint shadow crossed her eyes, gone as quickly as it appeared.
The forest wind stirred the leaves.
Neither spoke for a while.
Two resurrected souls, sitting in a treehouse high above a demon-filled forest.
One bound by dust.
One sustained by fragments of wandering souls.
Lie broke the silence first.
"If I restore you fully," he said, quieter now, "what will you do?"
Kikyo stared into the distance.
For years, her existence had been tied to hatred. To unfinished feelings. To Naraku.
To Inuyasha.
To Kagome.
"I will fulfill my duty," she said at last. "And end what should have ended long ago."
Her voice held no hesitation.
Lie nodded slowly.
"Then I'll help you."
She looked at him in surprise.
"Why?"
He leaned back, resting against the trunk.
"Because I dislike unfinished stories."
His eyes were steady.
"And because I understand what it feels like to die with regret."
The wind passed through the forest again.
This time, the silence between them was not uncomfortable.
It was shared.
Below, distant demons howled.
Above, sunlight filtered gently through leaves.
And inside the wooden shelter suspended in the air, two figures—once dead, now walking between worlds—sat side by side in quiet understanding.
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