Training Ground Number 3
When Akira stepped into Training Ground Number 3, the first thing he noticed… was the crowd.
There were already many people present.
And that was surprising—
because Akira had arrived fifteen minutes earlier than the agreed time.
But then he nodded to himself.
Of course.
If someone told you they could revive your loved ones, you wouldn't just be on time—
you'd arrive as early as possible.
Standing there were:
Jiraiya, Tsunade, Shizune, Kakashi, Naruto, Sasuke, Itachi, and Fugaku.
All of them either high-ranking shinobi or people who shared a close relationship with Akira.
Akira didn't mind their presence.
He wasn't planning to hide anything.
If they wanted to witness a miracle, he would let them.
As Akira walked toward the group—
WHOOSH!
A blur shot toward him with near sound-breaking speed.
Tsunade.
She stopped right in front of him, breathing hard, eyes sharp with impatience and worry.
"Why are you so late?" she snapped.
Akira blinked.
He was literally early.
But Tsunade's urgency was so intense that even her exaggeration felt honest.
Before Akira could respond, realization flashed across her face.
She clenched her fists, stepped back slightly, and bowed her head.
"Sorry… my tone was wrong. It's just—this is really important to me.
You and Chronarch, are really going to revive two people for me?"
The moment she said that, the atmosphere shifted.
It tightened.
Akira could feel the collective tension rising around him.
He didn't even need to look at their faces to understand why.
Almost everyone standing here…
had someone they loved who had died.
And now, for the first time in their lives,
they were standing in front of someone who could rewrite death itself.
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Akira nodded at Tsunade, then raised his voice slightly so everyone could hear him clearly.
"Chronach gave me three resurrection chances.
Two of them were already promised to Tsunade-sama beforehand, so I can't use those.
That leaves me with one free resurrection.
But… I don't have anyone I personally need to bring back."
A quiet murmur spread across the group.
Akira continued, voice steady:
"So I began thinking—who should I resurrect?"
At those words, everyone's breathing seemed to tighten at once.
Kakashi's eyes flickered.
He had too many names in his heart—his teacher, Obito, Rin, his father, countless comrades.
Naruto clenched his fists.
His mother.
His father.
Two faces he'd only ever known through stories.
Jiraiya's expression deepened, unreadable, but heavy.
There were ghosts in his past too.
Itachi stood calmly, but Akira knew he had already guessed the answer.
Still, the topic brushed an old wound he had long buried.
Fugaku, on the other hand, looked composed… but the slight tremble in his fingers showed otherwise.
His own past carried death—death that awakened his Mangekyō.
Akira took a moment to read their expressions, then spoke again.
"My first thought was the First Hokage Senju Hashirama."
A faint tremor ran through Tsunade's eyes, subtle but undeniable.
"But then I realized… Hashirama-sama already fulfilled every wish he ever had.
He built Konoha with his own hands.
Reviving him now, dragging him back into an era of constant conflict,
would only disappoint him."
Akira exhaled softly.
"And more importantly—everyone of his generation is gone.
His friends, his rivals, his family… except for Tsunade-sama.
Bringing him into a world where he knows no one would be cruel.
So I rejected it."
Tsunade lowered her gaze but didn't argue.
Akira's eyes then shifted toward Naruto.
"My second thought was the Fourth Hokage—Minato Namikaze.
A legend, Naruto's father, and someone whose presence would strengthen Konoha instantly."
Naruto's breath hitched.
"But Chronarch informed me that Minato-sama's soul is trapped inside the Shinigami's stomach.
Only someone with powerful Uzumaki sealing techniques—or Orochimaru—
could release him.
So I cannot revive him.
I'm sorry, Naruto."
Naruto forced a small smile, though disappointment dripped from his aura.
"It's okay," he said softly.
But Akira knew it wasn't.
Still, Naruto didn't complain.
Akira continued.
"So… I finally chose Shisui Uchiha.
He has Kage-level strength, Mangekyō Sharingan, and a heart that loved both the Uchiha clan and the village.
He gave his life for both.
Reviving him… feels right."
A heavy silence spread across the group.
Fugaku looked momentarily disappointed—perhaps hoping for someone else.
But after a moment, he nodded.
Because Shisui's strength was undeniable.
His presence would elevate the Uchiha clan beyond anything in the past century.
And under Fugaku's leadership,
adding another Mangekyō-level shinobi meant the Uchiha clan could surpass all previous Generations.
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Akira had just finished speaking when he stepped forward into the open clearing, turning slightly so everyone could hear him.
"Everyone," Akira said calmly, "you just have to stand at least ten meters away from me."
They all nodded immediately.
Even though they tried to hide it, every single person present—from Jiraiya to Kakashi, from Naruto to Fugaku—were waiting for a miracle.
And secretly… they were waiting to see if "Chronarch," the mysterious existence behind Akira, would appear.
But Akira simply walked to the center of the clearing.
"As a singular clarification," he said plainly, "Chronarch won't be coming. I will be performing the ceremony."
A wave of disappointment spread among the group.
They truly wanted to see what kind of being Chronarch truly was.
But Akira no longer bothered with their reactions.
He inhaled deeply… and began.
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Akira raised both hands and started weaving hand seals.
One seal…
Five seals…
Ten seals…
Thirty seals…
Soon he had formed more than anyone could follow.
A total of 102 unique seals—none of which belonged to any known ninjutsu.
In truth, Akira didn't even need seals.
The resurrection method given to him by the system was absurdly simple:
Just think of the name and the face of the person, wait two seconds, and the resurrection would occur.
But Akira felt that something like resurrection was sacred.
A ritual.
And rituals needed… atmosphere.
So he randomly invented his own sequence of seals—like taking random English letters and forming "FX4C7ZOB" and calling it a real word.
Everyone watching felt the same thing:
This was beyond mortals.
This was the mystery of life and death.
This was something they could never understand.
Akira, fully immersed in his act, formed each seal slowly and seriously—one seal every two seconds.
Even he pretended that he must not make a single mistake.
Finally, when the 102nd seal was completed—
Akira clapped his hands.
Everyone held their breath.
Would Shisui appear?
Would someone just materialize?
Would a god descend?
No one knew.
But then Akira slowly opened his eyes… looked straight at Tsunade… and spoke seriously:
"Who do you want to resurrect?"
Tsunade froze.
Her breath trembled.
Her hands shook.
"N-Nawaki…" she whispered.
Akira nodded.
He took one slow step forward… and recited:
"O lost essence, scattered and cold,
Hear the alchemy of reborn souls.
Bone to bone and breath to flame—
Undo the silence of death's claim.
By my command, the path relights—
Return to dawn from endless night."
As he chanted, Akira genuinely felt the atmosphere around him shift, as if he had stepped into a world of witches, spirits, and ancient law.
But after finishing the chant, Akira immediately sent a mental command to the system:
"Revive Nawaki.
Location: three meters in front of me."
Then he connected with Yatagarasu through their mental link.
"Start chirping.
Gather every crow nearby.
Make the wind colder.
Stronger."
Yatagarasu was confused—what did this have to do with resurrection?—but obeyed instantly.
Then Akira added:
"And three meters in front of me…
use the same effects you and I create in Sage Mode.
Form a tornado of black feathers."
Despite being confused again, Yatagarasu dove into action—summoning crows, guiding the wind, spinning feathers into a whirling vortex.
The atmosphere turned eerie.
Ancient.
Holy.
Filled with the sound of hundreds of crows cawing in unison.
Everyone felt their hearts pounding.
Something…
something was coming.
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Finally, from within the tornado of black feathers, everyone felt it—
the presence of life.
Tsunade's breath hitched. Her hands trembled. She knew this chakra. She had carried its memory in the deepest part of her heart for decades.
Nawaki.
The cyclone faded, black feathers drifting like dying sparks, and a boy stood there—confused, blinking, breathing.
Alive.
Before Nawaki could react, something slammed into him—a hug so fierce it nearly knocked the air out of him. A soft sound followed. Sobbing. Desperate, aching sobbing.
Tsunade.
He froze, stunned for a moment, then slowly raised his arms. A gentle smile touched his lips as realization dawned.
"…I'm sorry, big sister."
That single sentence broke the dam completely.
Tsunade cried harder—tears falling like she'd been holding them back for years… no… decades. Naruto and Shizune felt their own eyes sting.
Not because someone came back to life, but because Tsunade—strong, unshakable, legendary Tsunade—was crying like a child who finally got back the person she lost.
Akira just nodded from the center of the clearing.
Yes. This ritual thing was very cool.
His mind, of course, immediately drifted to:
Hmmm… what should be the next chant? Something more epic? Should I add bells? Thunder? A dancing crow tornado?
A few minutes later, after Tsunade regained some composure, the quick version of events was relayed to Nawaki. His face paled, then tightened, then softened—he accepted it all with surprising maturity.
He walked to Akira and bowed slightly.
"Akira-nii-sama… thank you for taking care of my sister. And… thank you for resurrecting me."
Akira blinked.
Wow… polite Naruto.
That was honestly the best summary of Nawaki he could think of. Like Naruto, but with responsibility points maxed out—probably because he grew up with a lazy drunk gambler as a sister.
As for the circumstances of Nawaki's death… Akira didn't say anything. Whether it was conspiracy or accident, detonating tags had killed countless shinobi over the centuries. Nothing surprising there.
Akira simply smiled.
"We'll talk later. I still need to revive the second person."
Nawaki nodded and stepped back, anticipation shining in his eyes. The crowd behind him was even more excited—they had witnessed the miracle once, and that only made them greedier to see it again.
Some shinobi even wished they had Sharingan just to memorize Akira's 102 chaotic seals. Unfortunately for them, even Itachi and Fugaku couldn't fully decode that nonsense—Akira's seal sequence was basically alphabet soup mixed with cosmic confusion.
Maybe what really mattered was the chant, they thought.
Akira coughed lightly and raised his voice.
"Well then—everyone, move away a bit. Especially you, Tsunade. We're reviving Shisui now."
Tsunade blinked, a little disappointed—she wanted him to revive Kato Dan first, but she still nodded with a happy smile.
"It's okay," she said warmly. "Do it."
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