Mount Myoboku is now divided into martial and literary.
The martial toads are like the later Bunta, Gamaken, and others, relying on taijutsu and sword techniques to attack.
Although they also practice techniques, they mainly attack using toad sound, toad oil, or toad fire.
"If I create hand seals, it can raise Mount Myoboku's strength to a higher level."
Arisu made up his mind and recalled the hand seals from his previous life.
He was quite familiar with them.
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Nearly another hundred years passed.
Arisu created hand seals and promoted them in Mount Myoboku, but he did not spread them to the human world. He only spread them within Mount Myoboku on a small scale.
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"Great Immortal, the events of the past hundred years have been fully recorded. For you to compile history for the world is truly a deed of immeasurable merit."
The toad responsible for recording world history praised him, then respectfully handed over the scroll.
Arisu took the scroll and carefully looked through it before nodding.
"Well done. Are you new?"
"Replying to Great Immortal, I took over this duty from my grandfather. My grandfather was the first toad to help Great Immortal record history.", The toad nodded repeatedly as he spoke.
Arisu felt slightly surprised and remembered the little toad who had respectfully recorded history for him back then.
"So soon. Then your grandfather now?"
Arisu was surprised in his heart. He had not expected so many years to have passed again.
"Replying to Great Immortal, my grandfather has already passed away."
The toad showed a look of sadness.
"I see..."
A trace of emotion flashed in Arisu's eyes. Holding the scroll in his hand, he could not help but sigh in his heart.
"You've worked hard. You may leave.", Arisu waved his hand slightly.
He could not help but sigh. 'Time is like a blade.'
He looked at the scroll in his hand. It only recorded a short hundred years of ninja world history.
In his eyes, it was indeed just a short hundred years.
But in the eyes of most mortals, that was countless people's entire lives.
After sitting alone in the Immortal Grand Hall for a while, Arisu's figure flashed and he disappeared.
"It's time to see how Hagoromo is doing..."
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After a hundred years, he stepped onto this land once again.
It was exactly the place where he had once asked a child for directions.
Nothing had changed, only the people had been replaced generation after generation.
Arisu paused slightly. Just as he was about to use Sage Art: Sage Mist Body Flicker to leave, an aged yet excited voice suddenly trembled from behind him.
"Immortal... is it really you?"
Arisu slowly turned around and looked toward the source of the voice.
He saw an old man with white hair and beard, his back bent, leaning on a smooth wooden staff worn by time.
Each step he took trembled. His cloudy old eyes looked at Arisu, filled with disbelief, joy, and excitement.
Arisu let out a helpless sigh in his heart.
His face, unchanged through the years, had long become an unforgettable mark among people. No matter where he went, he could not hide. Truly, who in the world does not know you.
It was all because Hagoromo had painted him too realistically back then.
"Immortal! It really is you!"
The old man finally stumbled closer, his staff striking heavily against the ground to support his shaking body. His voice trembled with excitement.
"Do you remember me? I was that child back then! The one playing with mud at the village entrance when you asked for directions!"
Hearing this, Arisu's pupils suddenly shrank.
They had actually met before?
Arisu clearly remembered that when he first stepped onto this land a hundred years ago, it was this very child, covered in mud, squatting on the dirt slope at the village entrance playing with mud.
(Arisu: Kid, where is the Arisu Temple nearby?)
(Child: Wow, you look just like the Sage of Six Paths!)
Who would have thought that the lively child with bright eyes back then had now become a frail old man nearing the end of his life.
Arisu's lips curved into a smile as he softly sighed.
"The little doll who squatted at the village entrance playing with mud back then has become like this now.", The old man quickly bowed with trembling movements.
"Ever since my grandfather took me to meet Immortal once back then, I have waited day and night to meet Immortal again."
"For these hundred years, I have come to wait at the village entrance before dawn every single day, rain or shine, hoping that Immortal would step onto this land again."
"I never thought... never thought that living to one hundred and eight years old, I would finally get my wish.", The old man's voice choked. Cloudy tears slid down his wrinkled face.
Hearing this, Arisu felt even more emotional.
A hundred years, to him, was only a snap of a finger. But to a mortal, it was a lifetime from childhood to a hundred year old man.
"You are already one hundred and eight years old. That is truly rare longevity in this world.", Arisu smiled slightly.
"It is all thanks to Immortal's great blessing!", The old man quickly bowed, his tone full of devotion.
"As a child, I saw Immortal's appearance and was touched by a trace of immortal grace. That is why this old man has lived safely until today."
"After a hundred years, Immortal still carries the same presence!"
"Just like the first time we met, while I am already an old man buried up to my neck in dirt."
Arisu smiled and nodded, looking at the old man who had waited for him for a hundred years. His heart stirred slightly.
So he spoke, "You and I meet again across a hundred years. It is also a rare fate. Tell me, is there anything you wish for in your heart?"
With Arisu's ability, casually helping someone change their fate in Naruto would be extremely easy.
As soon as his words fell, the old man suddenly knelt down with a thud.
His aged forehead pressed tightly against the cold ground, his voice firm and respectful, "Immortal has already granted me a lifespan of a hundred years. That is already the greatest blessing."
"This old man has no more desires. To see Immortal once more in my lifetime is already the greatest fortune of this life. It is enough, truly enough!"
Arisu could not help but laugh. After living one hundred and eight years, this old man had already seen through greed, anger, and desire. He had shed worldly cravings. He truly understood life.
"Grandpa! Grandpa! Something bad happened! Our big yellow ox was eaten by a monster from the back mountain!"
At that moment, hurried footsteps came from the end of the village road. A child with tied up hair ran over crying, his little face covered in tears, his voice trembling.
Hearing this, the old man quickly stood up. Not caring about the ox, he pulled the child over.
"Child, forget about the ox. Come quickly and pay respects to Immortal!", The old man said while pulling his grandson.
The child was dragged in front of Arisu. His big innocent eyes blinked as he stared at Arisu for a moment.
Suddenly, the child tilted his head and spoke without restraint, "Huh? Aren't you the big brother Sage of Six Paths from the portrait in the ancestral hall? How did you come out of the painting?"
"How rude!", The old man was anxious and angry. He lightly slapped the child's backside and scolded sternly.
"You must not disrespect the Sage of Six Paths. Apologize at once!"
"It's fine. A child is innocent. He speaks without ill intent.", Arisu smiled lightly and waved his hand.
"This is your grandson? He looks just like you back then, innocent and straightforward, like when your father carried a hoe from the fields and scolded you.", Arisu said gently.
Hearing this, deep memories flashed through the old man's eyes.
Back then he had also spoken carelessly like that and was scolded by his father returning from the fields. Thinking of it now, it was already a hundred years ago, like another lifetime.
"Alright, tell me what exactly happened."
"How was the ox eaten by a monster? What kind of monster was it?", Arisu withdrew his gaze and looked at the child who was still wiping his tears, asking calmly.
Since the old man asked for nothing in return, he would remove this trouble for the village and settle this hundred year connection.
The child sniffed and wiped his tears, speaking timidly.
"It was a big fox monster, very big, with many tails. It grabbed the big yellow ox in one bite and ran away!"
"The child is young and speaks in confusion. Let me report properly to Immortal.", The old man quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply to Arisu before speaking slowly.
"This disaster began seven years ago. A great monster suddenly appeared in the back mountain of the village."
"It is a fox shaped demon beast with nine fluffy tails behind it, very frightening in appearance."
"The monster does not eat people, but often comes down the mountain to snatch the village's cattle and sheep."
"The villagers fear its power and now dare not go up the mountain to herd or gather firewood. Life has become more and more difficult."
After the old man finished speaking, Arisu frowned. 'Nine tails?'
Hearing "a fox demon with nine tails," Arisu's brows lifted slightly.
He immediately thought of the Nine Tails he had released back then. But this place was thousands of miles away from where he had unsealed and released it. The regions were completely different. How could it be the same one?
With doubt in his heart, Arisu slowly closed his eyes. His immortal power spread outward like a tide, instantly covering the entire back mountain and even the land within a hundred miles.
In the next moment, a familiar chakra clearly entered his senses from deep within the back mountain.
Arisu opened his eyes. A trace of understanding flashed in them as he spoke inwardly, 'So it really is you, kid. Nine Tails.'