What begins as inheritance… may become legend.
Kamizuki Gen carefully extended his perception across the summoning scroll—and found Hanzō's name.
At present, he had no personal summoning beast. If he chose to cultivate Poison Extraction, then contracting with the salamanders would be the optimal path.
Good grief.
These scrolls—
were essentially Hanzō of the Salamander's entire lifetime of knowledge.
Gen recalled hearing somewhere that Hanzō had once been called a demigod.
If he inherited everything Hanzō had—
then in the future…
would the shinobi world call him Source God?
"Let's begin."
Without hesitation, Gen condensed wind-nature chakra at his fingertip—sharp as a blade—and sliced open his index finger.
Then—
he wrote his name onto the summoning scroll.
The blood contract—
formed instantly.
Of course, summoning beasts were powerful.
But in the shinobi world, most ninja didn't dare form contracts lightly.
First—
chakra reserves.
Naruto had only been able to summon Gamabunta as a child because of the Nine-Tails.
Second—
and more importantly—
recognition.
Even with a contract, if the summon didn't acknowledge you, it wouldn't obey. It might even cause trouble.
Naruto was the perfect example.
So—
if Gen wanted to use the salamanders' power—
he would still need their approval.
That wasn't difficult.
Once his ability came off cooldown, he could simply summon one—and fight it.
Settle things the straightforward way.
With that thought, Gen picked up a rice ball, eating as he walked through the archive, searching for more techniques.
After a full round—
he found nothing else of real value.
This wasn't Konoha.
There simply weren't many high-level techniques here.
He returned to the reading area, laid out the scrolls neatly, and began studying the Poison Body method in detail.
His thoughts turned to the required materials.
First—
salamander liver oil.
That would require taming a salamander.
Second—
Hōzuki clan liquefied cells.
Orochimaru likely had samples.
Third—
Hoshigakure's "Peacock Poison Stone."
Gen narrowed his eyes.
Was that—
the meteorite at the heart of Hoshigakure?
He knew of it.
The very foundation of the village.
A celestial object radiating a strange chakra—
one that granted power…
but slowly killed those who used it.
"…That's their national treasure."
"What if they don't 'lend' it?"
Gen lowered his head—
then sensed the Akatsuki cloak draped over him.
A smile spread across his face.
"Hah."
"I'm Akatsuki."
The real mystery—
was the so-called "extreme yin substance."
That—
was likely where even Hanzō had failed.
…
…
Evening.
Konan returned after a long day of work—and came to the archive.
Gen was dozing at the desk.
When he sensed her presence—slender figure, composed expression—something about the moment felt… strange.
Like—
a young mother picking up her child from school—
only to find him asleep at his desk.
…Wait.
Wrong setting.
Gen slapped his cheeks lightly, stood up, and packed away the scrolls into his pouch.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" Konan asked.
Compared to the morning, her amber eyes now carried a trace of fatigue.
Gen took out the scrolls and handed them over.
"Do I need to register these?"
Konan glanced at them, then shook her head.
"No need. If you like them, keep them."
To Akatsuki, Hanzō's legacy was little more than something to sell for cash.
Their members—
were all monsters in their own right.
None of them would bother learning his techniques.
"Thanks."
Gen smiled.
"Let's head back."
He needed to find Orochimaru—and have him refine the Poison Extraction method.
On the way back, the rain had softened.
Steel towers lined the streets like silent giants.
The village felt cold.
Oppressive.
Gen and Konan walked side by side beneath their umbrellas, raindrops sliding off in smooth arcs.
As the Demonic Statue Tower came into view—
Konan suddenly spoke.
"By the way… that long-distance communication you used to contact me."
"What kind of jutsu was that?"
Gen paused.
What jutsu?
Radio technique?
He shook his head.
"It's not a jutsu. It's something I've had since birth."
"Probably a kind of kekkei genkai."
"Kekkei genkai?"
Konan frowned.
She had seen many—
but one used purely for communication?
That was new.
"It can also play music directly in someone's mind," Gen added with a grin.
"Want to try?"
"…Music?"
Konan looked puzzled.
What kind of bloodline ability involved music?
The shinobi world had music—even rap.
Killer B dreamed of becoming a rap star.
Though—
there were no academies for that.
Before she could respond—
a rhythm suddenly echoed in her mind.
Strong.
Unfamiliar.
Her expression shifted.
She had never heard anything like it.
"How is it?" Gen asked.
"…Strange," Konan admitted.
Gen chuckled.
"Exactly. It's the kind of music you have to feel to understand."
After all—
classics transcend worlds.
Konan waved her hand.
"Turn it off. If you have something better next time, share that instead."
Gen scratched his head.
"Sorry… can't. It plays to the end."
"…."
Konan sighed.
"…Fine."
Under the relentless background of "Blue Lotus Ha," they returned to the tower.
The moment the music stopped, Konan quickly excused herself and left.
She genuinely feared prolonged exposure.
Watching her retreat—
a system prompt appeared in Gen's darkness.
[Random Mission: BGM]
[Description: Good music should be shared.]
[Requirement: Share any song with a friend.]
[Completed]
[Reward: Freely imagine one track as a reward]
"…."
Gen sighed.
The system was acting up again.
He considered calling Konan back—to share another "masterpiece."
But she was already gone.
So—
he turned toward the laboratory.
Time to find Orochimaru.
Just then—
another prompt appeared.
[Random Mission: Rain Trio]
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