Konoha dances on Zanpakutō

Chapter 1

"I crossed?"

The young man with a handsome face was lying on the hospital bed, looking down at the unfamiliar hands. There was neither sadness nor surprise in his heart, but silently accepted the reality in front of him.

Then he raised his hand and gently rubbed his swollen temples, sorting out the memories belonging to the original owner of this body.

Ninja Continent, Konoha Hidden Village, Konoha 54 July.
Uchiha Duannang, Chunin, was admitted to the hospital in a coma after hearing the news of his brother Uchiha Shisui's death.
Duanlang's thinking paused for a moment, then his eyes widened in shock: "Uchiha Shisui?"

Duanlang, who is a loyal fan of "Naruto", is no stranger to this name. He is well aware that although this genius nicknamed "Shinshi Shishui" has not appeared many times, his influence on the world of Naruto is extremely profound.

And his death means that Uchiha's genocide night has officially entered the countdown.

In this massacre, the entire Uchiha clan will be wiped out, leaving only a few survivors, and Duanlang is sure that he is not among the survivors.

"Why did I encounter this kind of unlucky thing just after crossing over?" Duan Lang couldn't help but feel a little worried when he thought that the night of genocide was less than a year away.

What makes him desperate is that the original owner of this body is quite mediocre. Not only is he still a Chunin until today, but he has just awakened a Gouyu Sharingan until today.

Facing Uchiha Itachi with such strength is obviously delivering food.

Thinking about his bleak future, Duanlang suddenly felt his headache, and he couldn't help hugging his head and rubbing it vigorously: "Hiss, what's going on?"

However, this pain not only did not weaken, but became more intense.

Duan Lang only felt that his consciousness became dull under the influence of the severe pain, and the darkness surged up like a tide, engulfing him completely in an instant.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally woke up slowly, feeling that the soft hospital bed under him had been replaced by a hard floor.

"Where is this place? Did I die again?" Duanlang shook his head and got up, then lowered his head and noticed the calluses on his hands, "No! These hands are still Uchiha Duannang's hands!"

Duanlang sighed after confirming that he did not travel through again.

Then he looked around and found himself standing on a road paved with wooden boards, with tall white stone pillars standing on both sides.

These are nothing, what really surprised Duanlang was that this road was suspended in mid-air!
Looking from the edge of the road, it can be seen that both sides of it are extremely high in the sky, and only large groups of clouds can be seen.

Duanlang, whose calf was a little weak, shivered, and quickly retracted his head.

However, a strange sense of familiarity emerged in his heart, as if he had seen this scene before.

"What exactly is this place?"

Duanlang thought for a while, but he didn't come up with any answer, so he had to walk along the road in front of him to the distance.

His subconscious mind told him that as long as he followed this path, he would definitely be able to find his own answer.

After an unknown amount of time, Duanlang found the end of the road from a distance, where there was a shuttle-shaped four-story building, also floating in mid-air.

Looking at the appearance of that building, there was a bang in his head, and he finally understood where the previous familiar feeling came from: "Isn't this the Spirit King's Palace in Death God?"

Indeed, the scene in front of him was almost exactly the same as the Lingwang Palace in Duanlang's memory except for the lack of five Lingfanli Palaces.

"Could it be that I've traveled to the world of God of Death again?" He rubbed his chin and muttered to himself, "No, there is Lingfan Li Palace floating around to guard the Lingwang Palace of God of Death, but there is no such thing here. It should be just a coincidence."

It’s just that even though he said this, Duan Lang couldn’t help feeling hopeful in his heart: “If this is really the Spirit King’s Palace, wouldn’t I be developed? Even if I only find a few treasures, it’s enough to be a golden finger "

While thinking about it, Duanlang has come to the end of the road, and a large shadow is cast in the inner chamber of the Spirit King suspended in mid-air in the distance.

"Huh? What's that?" Duan Lang's eyes sharpened, and he saw an altar half a person's height standing in the shadows.

He stepped forward quickly and found that there was a magic circle with complicated patterns engraved on the altar, and a sharp long knife was enshrined in the middle of the magic circle.

The body of the sword is engraved with elegant cloud patterns, shining brightly, and the sword band is a pattern composed of squares and cross stars.

For some reason, when Duanlang looked at the knife, his heartbeat couldn't help but quicken, and even his breathing couldn't help but a little faster.

"Zanpakuto? Is this a Zanpakuto? And here is the spiritual world reflected by the Zanpakuto?"

Duanlang subconsciously murmured to himself, then frowned a little doubtfully.

He was somewhat familiar with the shape of this knife, as if he had seen it before, but he couldn't remember its name.

"Forget it, take it up and have a look first!" Duanlang muttered, stretching out his hand to grab the handle of the knife.

However, the moment his hand touched the Zanpakuto, the sword turned into a stream of light.

Duanlang didn't have time to react, he could only watch the beam of light sinking into his heart, followed by intense pain.

At that moment, it was as if a thousand needles had been pierced into Duanlang's brain, churning and rolling, and it was also like a thousand worms were tearing, biting, and biting from his body from the inside out.

Duanlang used to think that his will was still firm, but now under the severe pain of such a violent storm, he couldn't help but yelled, fell to the ground and rolled over with his head in his arms.

Under the torment of this severe pain, Duan Lang subconsciously opened and closed his eyes.

Then there was a bloody red light in his eyes, and a single black hook jade quickly rotated in his pupils.

Under the action of Sharingan's pupil power, Duanlang became more awake, and could clearly feel a flow of information pouring into his mind, as if someone had wedged a red-hot nail into the center of his brow. .

Ah!
With a cry of pain, Duanlang jumped up from the ground.

But after a while, he found himself on a big soft bed.

After lying on the bed in a trance for several minutes, Duanlang finally came to his senses and found that he had left the spiritual world and returned to the hospital bed in Muye Hospital.

Duanlang raised his hand to touch the center of his brow with some fear, but there was no response, as if the pain had never existed before.

But the clothes on his body that had been soaked in cold sweat clearly told him that the experience just now was not his imagination.

"What the hell is going on here?" Duanlang said to himself with difficulty, feeling a dry pain in his throat as if he was dehydrated.

Immediately, his eyes moved down, and his mind was captured instantly: "Wait! This is it!"

In his line of sight, the same sharp blade as the Cross Star Zanpakutō in the spiritual world was placed on his lap.

"Yanluo. Jingdian?"

According to the information that popped up in his mind, Duanlang dully read out Zanpakuto's real name.

After a long time, Duanlang finally recovered from his shock, and carefully looked at the Zanpakuto in front of him.

Yanluo Jingdian, one of the oldest Zanpakuto in the Shinigami world, is a magical weapon handed down from generation to generation by the chief of the five nobles, the Tsunayashiro family.

Although compared to the famous Zanpakuto such as Flowing Blade Ruohuo and Jinghuashuiyue, Yanluo Jingdian, which only appeared in official novels, is not well-known.

But it has the ability to copy the first solution of other Zanpakuto, but it is not inferior to any Zanpakuto in terms of horror.

It's a pity that even with such a tyrannical Yan Luo Jing Dian, there are still two shortcomings.

One disadvantage is that the strength of the ability it replicates is limited by the strength of the user.

For example, in the official novel, Tsunayashiro Tokinada copied Yamada Hanataro's gourd pills, and its healing power far surpassed that of the genuine version, but the power of copying the captain's sword is far less than the genuine version.

Another disadvantage is that the Yanluo Jingdian will continue to decay and degrade the soul of the holder during use.

In short, it is a "krypton life" Zanpakuto, which can only be driven at the cost of life force.

However, after traveling to the world of Naruto, Yan Luo Jingdian seems to have changed.

After sorting out the information in his mind, Duanlang was pleasantly surprised to find that he could rely on the power of the writing wheel eyes to activate Yanluo Jingdian!
That is to say, as long as the pupil power is enough, he can use Yan Luo Jing Dian without any damage.

Duanlang couldn't help but feel refreshed by this discovery, but his excitement didn't last long before he discovered another very serious problem - pupil power!
Obviously, using such a powerful ability as Yanluo Jingdian is destined to consume a lot of pupil power.

And judging by the pupil power of Duan Lang and Gou Yu's Sharingan at this moment, let alone liberating Zanpakuto, even if it is half liberated, it won't last for a few seconds.

Therefore, for him, the current Yanluo Jingdian is completely an ornament that can only be seen but not used.

"It seems that my top priority is not to develop Yanluo Jingdian, but to improve pupil power as soon as possible!"

Duan Lang sighed, and carefully put Yan Luo Jing Dian aside.

Although he can take the Zanpakuto back into his inner world and summon it directly to his hand when needed, but he just got the Zanpakuto, but he still thinks it is safer to carry it with him.

After doing all this, Duanlang leaned on the head of the bed and frowned, thinking.

According to the memory he sorted out, the natural growth rate of Shulunyan's pupil power is very slow. With his own level of one gouyu, even ten years may not reach the level of free liberation of Yanluo Jingdian.

It is not impossible for the Uchiha tribe to quickly improve their pupil power. The simplest and most common way is to fight.

The more and more intense the battles experienced, the faster the pupil power will improve.

But this is exactly where Duanlang has a headache, because the ninja world is still in a period of peace, if he stays in the village, he will definitely not have the chance to fight his opponent to the death, and the improvement of pupil power will naturally not be so fast.

As for applying to leave the village for training?Ordinary Uchiha people might be able to, but Duannang can't.

Because his identity is very sensitive, especially now that Shishui has just died, even if the third generation allows it, Lao Yinbi Danzo will definitely jump out and make trouble.

Duanlang bowed his head and muttered to himself: "It seems that the only way to choose is to find someone to learn from. Although the effect is definitely not as obvious as a life-and-death battle, it is safer. But who should I go to?"

When it comes to sparring, the first thing he thinks of is the famous battle madman Akai.

It's just that he and Akai are not very familiar, and they haven't even talked to each other before, so if they rush to him like this, the other party may not necessarily accept his challenge.

It's not that Duanlang didn't think about competing with other Uchiha tribesmen, but the original Duanlang was one of the few moderates in the clan who agreed with the village, and had a bad relationship with those radicals on weekdays.

But the Uchiha clan is so strange, the more extreme the personality and the greater the mood swings, the stronger the strength will be.

Therefore, those who can put pressure on Duanlang and stimulate his pupil power to improve are basically those hawks. These people are obviously not kind enough to help Duanlang practice.

Duanlang rubbed his aching forehead: "It seems that my identity is very embarrassing."

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