Tobirama decisively interrupted Arima, scolding, "Arima, you must never entertain such thoughts again. This topic ends here. I will immediately destroy my brother's flesh tissue so you won't continue indulging in wild ideas."
Arima immediately stopped him. "If I ultimately cannot defeat Jigen, in order to avoid becoming his 'vessel,' I will choose to destroy my body!
At that time, if I can use it to revive Grandfather, I will have no regrets!"
Tobirama frowned. "Is he really that powerful?"
Arima sighed helplessly. "Over the years, I have faced him multiple times, yet I still see no hope of winning."
After a long pause, Tobirama finally exhaled and asked, "What if you could merge the nine Tailed Beasts into the Ten-Tails and become its jinchuriki?"
Arima replied, "I cannot make that decision yet."
Tobirama pressed, unwilling to let it go. "Are you really saying there is absolutely no chance?"
Arima hesitated for a moment before saying, "There is one method, but it carries immense risk."
Tobirama asked quickly, "What method?"
Arima said, "I can go to a far stronger otherworld. Perhaps there I can find a way to solve the problem. But the path is uncertain, I don't know when I could return.
Moreover, the shinobi world is facing the threat of Otsutsuki Isso, so I cannot simply abandon this place either."
After thinking for a moment, Tobirama asked, "Is there no safer alternative?"
Arima let out a deep sigh. "Granduncle, when I was young, I could only watch Grandfather nearing his end, and that's when I realized the importance of strength.
I want to protect my family, to safeguard Konoha, and bring peace to the shinobi world as much as I can.
If I had enough time, my power could grow to the level of the Sage of Six Paths!
But Jigen's existence hangs over my head like a massive sword. I cannot predict when he will take action against the shinobi world."
Tobirama asked, "So you mean, if given enough time to grow, you could confidently defeat Jigen?"
Arima nodded. "Given the current situation, I would need at least twenty years."
Tobirama frowned. "The gap between you and him is really that wide?"
Arima shrugged helplessly. "Even if I opened the Eighth Gate of Death, I would at most severely wound him, not kill him.
Do you know that Jigen's soul does not truly belong to the shinobi world?
As long as he has chakra, he can use the seal in his palm to automatically repair any injuries.
And his extradimensional space contains a Ten-Tails, providing him with limitless chakra at all times."
It was then that Tobirama fully grasped Jigen's terrifying strength. Even he himself would be powerless against such a flawless opponent.
Tobirama suddenly asked, "Arima, why do you say you need at least twenty years? Why not ten, thirty, or fifty?"
Arima decided not to hide the truth any longer.
"Every time I do a good deed, I receive a mysterious reward. I still don't fully understand how it works. The more people I help and the greater the impact, the greater the reward! Today, all my abilities are closely tied to these rewards."
Tobirama was astonished. He never expected such an enigmatic explanation.
Even so, despite its fantastical nature, Tobirama quickly accepted the reality. The questions that had puzzled him for so long were finally answered.
When he personally transplanted the Sharingan into Arima, it had been an experiment. If it failed, he could always revert to Arima's original eyes.
To his surprise, Arima not only adapted to the transplanted eyes but also awakened a new bloodline limit, the Sharingan.
Eventually, he successfully awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan on the battlefield.
Later, Arima awakened the Rinnegan, and the Byakugan transplanted by Jigen evolved into the Tenseigan.
Recently, Arima even successfully developed the Magnet Release Kekkei Genkai.
All of this had long been a profound mystery in Tobirama's mind. Though he had studied Arima's cellular tissue, nothing conclusive had been found.
Now, with the answer laid before him, Tobirama realized that the truth he had sought was astonishingly strange.
Tobirama smiled helplessly. "Arima, brother was right. You were born into the shinobi world to bring it change."
Arima smiled in return. "Granduncle, I studied my body thoroughly but found nothing. Whatever has happened, I accept it. Those rewards have long become the foundation of my growth."
Tobirama asked curiously, "How much 'foundation' do you still need?"
Arima glanced at his system. "About two million. Three months ago, I led everyone to stop a meteor swarm, saving nearly a million people, and thus gained a million in rewards."
Tobirama brightened. "Good, having a goal is important. From now on, I and the Second Raikage will accelerate the research department.
The more people benefit, the richer your rewards, right?"
Arima nodded. "In principle, yes. But I cannot guarantee the exact results."
Tobirama chuckled. "Where there's effort, there's hope. It's better than letting you drift alone in another world."
Arima added, "I also worry, once the soul inside Jigen's body awakens, will he call his companions to the shinobi world? Do they possess a Ten-Tails or even stronger monsters?"
Tobirama patted his shoulder in reassurance. "Enough, Arima. Don't worry too much. All we can do is grow stronger ourselves. Worrying beyond what the facts support is just needless anxiety."
Arima took Tobirama's words to heart, finally setting aside his inner fears.
Tobirama continued, "I remember you mentioned that in Roran, you met a squad from Konoha 49 years in the future, including your two children."
Arima recalled slightly. "They did say it was Konoha 49. The original villagers still use Konoha's calendar to count the years."
Tobirama reminded him, "Currently, it is the sixth year of the shinobi world, or Konoha year 31. Eighteen years remain until their time.
In these years, Jigen has taken no action against the shinobi world. That is our opportunity. By then, the person called Shinno will make a valuable piece in our plan."
The two then discussed their plan for the coming years in detail.
After laying out a preliminary framework, they realized the sun had already set.
Tobirama gazed at the harmonious city life below, sighing, "This is the life we work for.
Let's go home before Tsunade comes looking for you. I really am getting old, worrying about the affairs of young people!"
Arima laughed. "In the future, those two kids, Arata and Yuna, will cling to you. You'll have to take care of them too!"
Tobirama smiled faintly. "As long as I don't have to change their diapers, I'm fine."
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