Naruto: The Most Horrible Rebellion

Chapter 66 Probability of opening the third order (1/3)

Those people have faces that Tangwu is familiar with.

Beyond these hopeful gazes, behind the layers of figures, standing eyes are either indifferent, or covetous, or complaining, or hostile, or weak.

These people represent Wakakoba who disagrees with Jiraiya’s voice.

It’s just being integrated by the system. In front of the well-justified Fifth Hokage, no matter what they think in their minds, their own power must be divided into parts to support ~ Jiraiya.

This is the righteous status, a humane personality.

But when the white light shrouded Jiraiya, the voice of people shouting for Tangwu in the void reached a peak.

The weight responded from the invisible dimension and landed next to Tangwu.

哐, only.

The tray under Tangwu’s feet began to sink, slowly raising Jiraiya on the other side.

The moment the balance was unbalanced, the one being erected became unstable, and the things carried by the pallet tilted and flowed away little by little.

The person with other emotions in his eyes fell first, sinking into the void, and his gaze shifted from Jiraiya to Tangwu.

The only thing left is that the hopeful person still stares hopefully.

In reality, Tangwu suddenly paused, his eyes staring, and a flush of flush appeared on his face.

As if coming from an unknowable dimension, powerful forces poured into the body from top to bottom.

Sweat drips like rain, and my heart beats like a drum.

The pores of the skin seemed to be all stretched out, spitting out turbid exhaust gas.

Tangwu felt an unprecedented sense of comfort.

This is a more comfortable feeling than when the Uchiha clan was robbed of the luck of the last time. The light aura seemed to be leaking from the heavenly spirit cover. At this moment, the five senses of the flesh and the intuition of the soul faintly resonated, and they mixed into a mysterious world. Unpredictable mysterious spiritual sense.

Spiritual sense obtains information from indescribable angles and levels, and presents it in [the scale of nothingness].

Almost at the same time, the Land of Fire was in a different space that resembled a hot and humid woodland.

An orange old man sitting on the throne of Xianyu suddenly opened his eyes in rebellious manner!

The turbidity in the pale yellow eyes receded, revealing a clear light.

“What’s the matter? Why did the little Jiraiya’s breath drop so much? Immortal Dawei Mao muttered to himself in doubt, “Isn’t it improved a lot before?”

It sat up, closed its eyes and felt for a moment.

When he opened it again, his eyes were surprised and hesitant.

The vision of the future has disappeared? !

It immediately couldn’t sit still, sat down from the hall, walked back and forth in the hall, repeatedly using its power.

“Before, Jiraiya became a Fifth Hokage that he is unlikely to take over. He thought it was a normal fluctuation of fate, but it seems that it should not be the case now.

Who has affected the future process?

The expression in Toad Sage’s eyes became deep and solemn.

At this time, the guardian from the outside heard the movement coming in and asked: how to go back…

Halfway through, the whole toad was shocked, looking at the sober Toad Sage, unable to speak. Because of aging, I had to take a long period of dormancy to restore my strength. Toad Sage hasn’t been sober for a long time.

Let alone walking down the ground like this, the state of being awakened in full prosperity.

Has something happened, Toad Sage? Shen Zuo asked hurriedly, knowing that if it weren’t for urgent matters, Toad Sage wouldn’t wake up like this.

“Yeah. The big Toad Sage groaned for a while. He was obviously old, but his voice was calm and forceful. “Shen Zuo, check what has changed in the Shinobi world, and what little Jiraiya has done recently. Tell me as soon as possible.

Without asking why, Shen Zuo nodded and replied: “Okay, I’ll get in touch now.”

…

There is a picture in the balance of nothing.

On one side of the tray is Tangwu’s figure; on the other side is a cloud of messy code information, as if electronic data has been realized in reality.

The two trays are not balanced, and the information cloud is heavier, lifting Tangwu’s figure.

The gap between the two sides is probably the gap between the Tangwu and Uchiha clan.

Tangwu felt distressed before it was too late to rejoice that the light of his soul revealed part.

“Opening the third-order gene lock, and calculating with a 50% probability, there is still so much difference.”

…For flowers…

“If you count it with a 70% chance, wouldn’t it be worse?

Tangwu pinched his eyebrows and relieved the fatigue from the influx of a large amount of information from [The Scale of Nothingness].

According to a certain wise man, the probability of 50% is enough to bet, and the probability of 70% is actually 10%. ”

“But I’m so far from 50% of the probability of a gamble, let alone 70%.”

“Sure enough, turning on the gene lock is not that simple.

“The first-order gene lock requires the luck of a supporting role, and there is only a 50% probability.

“The second-order gene lock is not an important role, and it is not lucky at all.

“The third-order gene lock basically only the protagonist has the chance to open it.”

“The fourth-order is even more of a world, I am afraid there are only one or two. In the prehistoric world, only the commanders of the major legions are the fourth-order genetic lock openers.

Don’t even think about sanctification.

Tangwu sighed lightly, and the Shinobi next to him walked over and rubbed his foot gently.

“Why, are you here to comfort me? Tangwu saw a smile on his face, stretched out his hand and smoothed his fur, suddenly thought of something.

I don’t seem to know your name yet?

Do you have a name? ”

“Meow.” Ninoma nodded and called.

“Hey, let Granny Cat write down your name when you go back, and show it to me when you come next time. Tangwu said.

Meow meow.

It seems to be agreed.

Tangwu didn’t sigh anymore, and murmured softly: Isn’t the fate of the day human? He, Uchiha Tangwu, has gone through three years and unlocked the first-order genetic lock. Doesn’t he rely on his own hard work and accumulated results?

Thinking of this, Tangwu’s footsteps became firmer.

The mirror in my heart seemed to have been refined again, wiped away the dust accumulated unknowingly, and gave out a clear light.

Deep in the heart that bright light shines, is rooted in the soul, endless obsession.

Clang, clang.

The invisible fluctuations are mixed into the voices of the void, and some weight is gently placed on Tangwu’s tray.”

The balance gap has narrowed again.