God-Tier Kazekage: Building the Ultimate Hidden Sand Village

The next morning, the blazing sunlight was so bright it seemed intent on blinding any passerby who happened to glance upward.

Sōmi and Sasori appeared on the streets of Sunagakure, walking along the shaded parts of the road to avoid the harsh glare.

"Horse sausage for sale!"

"Fresh horse sausage for sale!"

The familiar cries of a street vendor rang out once more.

Sasori's eyes lit up, and he immediately headed toward the source of the voice.

Sōmi, however, froze in place, his interest in admiring the charming young women around him vanishing in an instant. Reluctantly, he tore his gaze away from the radiant smiles of the passing beauties and followed Sasori.

At the corner of a street, under the direct glare of the sun, stood a bearded man energetically shouting his wares. Though the spring sun wasn't particularly scorching, sweat glistened on the man's face, flying off in sparkling droplets with each wave of his hand.

"You're here, young man!"

"This time, you're in luck... this batch of horse sausages is top-quality..."

"...Even the coldest-hearted man has a warm intestine!"

"Which means, even the most untamed and wild horses carry intestines full of tender affection..."

The bearded vendor enthusiastically greeted Sasori, a regular customer, with an impassioned sales pitch.

As for the content of their conversation... Sōmi couldn't help but feel something was a bit off.

Before long, Sasori held in his hands a large string of horse sausages. They were a deep, blood-red color, with streaks of white running through them. Firm yet supple, they looked plump and solid.

It was clear these sausages were handmade, as their thickness varied. The thickest one was nearly as large as an infant's fist.

"The vendor said he'll be coming back often, so I'll just buy these for now!"

"Sōmi, want one?"

Sasori's face radiated satisfaction.

Sōmi quickly waved his hand in refusal, vividly recalling the unforgettable sensation from last time—like having a wild, epileptic horse galloping on his tongue.

He sighed inwardly, thinking that such a bold and untamed flavor could only be appreciated by those destined to live life as bohemian artists, or wandering poets willing to abandon everything for the sake of adventure. Perhaps only in the poetic embrace of nature could the taste of horse sausage be truly appreciated.

"Sasori, are you really not planning to use Summoning: Impure World Reincarnation to bring back your parents first?"

The two walked side by side toward a secluded area.

At the mention of this, Sasori's expression tightened before returning to his usual calm demeanor. He first took out a Sealing Scroll and carefully stored the horse sausages.

"Hmm!"

Sasori nodded lightly.

Last night's experiment had been relatively successful. By implanting special runic inscriptions into the brains of the reincarnated, it was possible to control them.

Sōmi had originally hoped to extract secret techniques or advanced Water Release jutsu from the captured Kirigakure shinobi. However, their skill levels were mediocre at best, and the results were barely worth mentioning.

This, however, highlighted another proper use for Summoning: Impure World Reincarnation. If they could continuously collect the corpses of powerful shinobi, all the advanced techniques those individuals had mastered in life could be added to Sunagakure's arsenal of jutsu.

As for using the technique to summon the deceased for combat...

While the reincarnated possessed an immortal and indestructible quality unless attacked by Yin-Yang Release, their bodies, composed of brittle mud and ash, could easily be dispersed. Anyone with a basic understanding of sealing techniques could seal them away without much difficulty.

Summoning low-level shinobi was therefore pointless, except perhaps for fulfilling sentimental dreams.

On the other hand, summoning powerful individuals required a vessel with a sufficiently strong body. The ideal sacrifice would be a White Zetsu clone cultivated with Hashirama's cells.

But for now, Sōmi didn't even have White Zetsu, let alone the corpses of powerful shinobi...

"I'll wait until I can truly bring them back to life before summoning them!"

"This brittle, cracked, zombie-like body is nothing but an insult to art!"

"They may have emotions, but they lack physical sensations. Without a living body to nourish them, their souls would likely deteriorate over time."

"If their spiritual energy were to be completely exhausted, they might vanish entirely..."

The image of last night's scene—mud and ash scattering—flashed through Sasori's mind. His tone carried a mix of reverence and lamentation.

"What about candidates to train in the Self-Reincarnation Technique?"

"Prisoners, or shinobi from our own village—have you found anyone suitable?"

Sasori shook his head. After all, learning an S-rank Forbidden Technique wasn't something just anyone could do.

"No worries!"

"Focus on strengthening yourself!"

"As long as we manage to deal with that guy who possesses the legendary eye, we'll still be able to bring your parents back to life..."

Sōmi patted Sasori on the shoulder, offering reassurance.

Under Sōmi's influence, many of Sasori's perceptions had shifted. His definition of "art" was gradually transitioning from a focus on quantity to an emphasis on quality.

This realization had come from sparring with Sōmi after the latter had mastered the One-Tail Chakra Mode.

The two left Sunagakure and continued their journey. Sōmi casually summoned a golden cloud.

As the sound of rushing wind filled their ears, Sasori asked curiously, "Why are we heading to the Land of Whirlpools?"

"To pay homage to the historical sites of legendary sealing masters!"

Sōmi replied without looking back.

Of course, he couldn't admit they were essentially going to engage in tomb-raiding under the cover of night.

The Land of Whirlpools was a small island nation located between the Land of Fire and the Land of Water, closer to the former.

Though small in size, Uzushiogakure's reputation far surpassed that of Kirigakure, which had lost to Sunagakure during the Third Shinobi World War.

The Uzumaki Clan, who lived in Uzushiogakure, were renowned for their mastery of advanced sealing techniques. Some of their terrifying Forbidden Techniques could even summon the specter of the Shinigami to seal away the souls of the living!

Beyond their sealing prowess, the Uzumaki were known for their distinctive red hair, vast Chakra reserves, robust vitality, longevity, and suitability as Jinchūriki candidates.

Ordinary fishermen had little awareness of this nation. Any fishing boat that accidentally ventured near its waters would immediately flee in terror.

The seas surrounding the Land of Whirlpools were filled with visible and hidden whirlpools. A ship caught in one had a slim chance of survival.

However, since Sōmi and Sasori were traveling by air, they had no such concerns.

Moreover, the barriers once established by the Uzumaki Clan had long since dissipated, allowing them to enter the village with ease.

What greeted their eyes were low, verdant hills. At the base of these hills, winding rivers meandered like silver scarves draped over the landscape.

Following the rivers downstream, the terrain gradually leveled out, revealing broad, fertile plains ideal for farming.

However, these plains were now overgrown with vibrant wildflowers and grasses, exuding a raw, untamed beauty.

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