Chapter 242: Communicate with the World

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No matter what, helping Asahi out is a matter of goodwill. 

In the future, whether there are unexpected changes or other emergencies, it will be easy to ask Asahi for help. 

So, as soon as the two sides established contact, Hagoromo Otsutsuki, also known as the Sage of the Six Paths, took the initiative to ask:

"Asahi, my young friend, what brings you to this old man?" 

"Sorry for an abrupt call. I just want to use the laws of the world's origin to deliver a message to the people of the Shinobi World." 

"So, I hope you can relax your guard a bit." 

Upon hearing Hagoromo Otsutsuki's words, Asahi chuckled lightly.

Indeed, Asahi wanted to spread the news about the upcoming entrance ceremony of the Ogami Clan in three years directly to everyone's ears. 

However, relying solely on brute force would be difficult. 

Even though Asahi's current strength was extraordinary, achieving this through sheer force would still waste a lot of time.

At times like this, using the laws of the world's origin to convey information to people was a great option. 

This not only made it easier and faster to achieve his goals but also, under the same conditions, had a much greater impact. 

However, this meant he couldn't bypass Hagoromo Otsutsuki.

After all, in this situation, Hagoromo Otsutsuki was the guardian of this world. So, Asahi had to communicate with him. 

Otherwise, he wouldn't engage in such a transaction without reason. After listening to Asahi's words, Hagoromo Otsutsuki pondered for a moment.

For him, this matter wasn't a big deal.

He wouldn't mind lending a hand. However, he first needed to know what message Asahi wanted to convey and how it would affect the Shinobi World. 

So, after pretending to think for a moment, Hagoromo Otsutsuki spoke up:

"Asahi, my young friend, there's no problem with this matter, but I wonder what message you want to convey?" 

Asahi didn't hide anything about this and briefly explained the situation to Hagoromo Otsutsuki. 

After listening to Asahi's simple description, Hagoromo Otsutsuki understood the general situation.

It was just about recruiting disciples and members for the clan. Hagoromo Otsutsuki readily agreed. 

After some small talk with Asahi, Hagoromo Otsutsuki voluntarily ended the conversation. 

After Hagoromo Otsutsuki left, Asahi didn't make any other moves. He remained seated on the ground, sensing the laws of the world.

Slowly, a mysterious aura began to emanate from Asahi's body. Although he was sitting on the ground, he seemed particularly illusory. 

With Asahi in this state, a magnetic and resonant voice echoed in the hearts of everyone in the Shinobi World.

"I am Asahi, the leader of the Ogami Clan. Today, I declare to the world that in three years, the Ogami Clan will hold its first entrance ceremony." 

"Those who wish to join the Ogami Clan may come to the North Pole and participate in the assessment." 

As this voice resounded, everyone in the Shinobi World looked around in shock, trying to figure out who was playing tricks on them.

But no matter how hard they looked, they found nothing unusual. 

Moreover, after a brief communication, everyone realized that not only did they hear the voice, but everyone around them did too. 

In an instant, all the civilians and shinobi in the world became excited.

Everyone yearned for strength, but due to their background, they had no way to become strong. 

But now, things were different. Even though they didn't know what the Ogami Clan was or who Asahi was, there was one thing that couldn't be changed.

That's why Asahi must be an extremely powerful figure. 

After all, being able to transmit messages to their minds from who knows how far away, he couldn't possibly be ordinary.

If they could join the Ogami Clan and follow someone like him, they'd at least have a path to becoming stronger.

However, the enthusiasm of those ordinary people was soon extinguished. 

While becoming a ninja was extremely tempting, the Far North was just too distant. 

Without ninja speed, some people, even if they didn't eat or drink for years, wouldn't make it to the North Pole.

Moreover, in the tumultuous Shinobi World, the journey was too dangerous. As ordinary people, they would likely be intercepted and killed on the way. 

Even if they didn't die at the hands of others, the terrifying ocean was something they couldn't conquer.

But still, some people had various reasons, compelling them to seek strength. 

For example, in a remote village in the Land of Demon at this very moment. 

Smoke and flames filled the air, the strong scent of blood permeating everywhere. A boy of about ten years old sat blankly amidst the ruins.

With lifeless eyes, he gazed at the corpses around him—his father, mother, sister, friends... 

Watching the familiar faces lying in pools of blood, despite the absence of breath, his eyes still emitted a glimmer of survival. 

The entire village, apart from him, who was out collecting firewood, had fallen victim to the calamity.

Yet, he would rather die with his family in this disaster than suffer in this world alone. 

He knew who the culprits were because when he returned, he saw dozens of bandits riding away on horses from afar.

These were notorious bandits in the vicinity, but because they had several ninja among them, even the feudal lord was unwilling to waste manpower on them. 

Feeling something amiss from a distance, the boy ran back in a panic. 

However, he was just an ordinary boy. When he returned to the village, the bandits on horseback were long gone.

All that remained were ruins and corpses strewn everywhere. "Ah!" The boy cried out in agony. 

Suddenly, Asahi's voice entered his mind. The boy's eyes suddenly lit up, as if a drowning man had grabbed hold of a lifeline. "Ogami Clan! Ogami Clan!"

The boy stood up abruptly, determined to join the Ogami Clan. 

Once he became powerful, he swore to kill those bandits and avenge his family. 

With a heavy heart, the boy, using his frail body, erected a tombstone for every villager. This process took him a full three days and nights.

Luckily, there were some remaining food supplies in the village, or else the combination of exhaustion and hunger could have claimed his life. 

As he looked at the crude grave markers standing tall, the boy felt sadness in his heart, but not a single tear fell from his eyes.

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