Arriving at the Pure Land, was it difficult? For ordinary ninjas, it probably was.
But Genie Lamp felt it wasn't time for him to step in.
During this period, he had also noticed that Orochimaru's previous research topic focused on the "Reanimation Jutsu," while the Reanimation Jutsu, which would later shine, had not yet entered Orochimaru's view.
At this time, Orochimaru didn't need to destroy Konoha and wasn't lacking in combat power.
Genie Lamp had always been clear about his role: sharing knowledge and offering ideas. If you wanted to treat him like a generous fool making wishes, forget it.
Not becoming an evil god was already a strategy of "sustainable development."
The Reanimation Jutsu summoned soul bodies to the ninja world; it should be just as easy to do the reverse.
As for the specifics, that would be up to Orochimaru.
Genie Lamp himself certainly wouldn't do it. If he could do everything, what need would there be for Orochimaru?
And as Genie Lamp clearly stated his position, a silence fell over the fortress.
The evening breeze blew, Orochimaru's eyes were slightly closed, and a sharp glint flickered in the narrow slits.
What evil god, what dependence, it was all just an excuse; he didn't believe Genie Lamp absolutely forbade using wishes.
Genie Lamp's actions when he first woke up, forcefully making a wish, were suspicious.
Orochimaru guessed it was a test of the wish system.
It could only be said that before Genie Lamp understood the cost of wishes and the returns from fulfilling wishes like Hizashi's, Genie Lamp wouldn't try again easily.
Orochimaru didn't feel regretful either. Showing such eagerness was just a probe, to see Genie Lamp's bottom line.
He was a pragmatist. If there was an easier path, there was no reason not to take it. If there wasn't one now, he wouldn't complain about the trouble of taking a more difficult path.
However, the ideas Genie Lamp provided were indeed interesting. Reanimation Jutsu, he had heard of it; he remembered it was a forbidden jutsu developed by the Second Hokage.
The old man should have some information on it, and there was no rush now.
Orochimaru looked up at Genie Lamp, his gaze searching, "Genie Lamp, Soul Society, I heard that word from you before. Could it be that you've been to a world similar to the Pure Land?"
"I can only say similar,"
Genie Lamp nodded, "But don't expect me to be of much help. In the Soul Society, my host wasn't outstanding, and I didn't gain many abilities."
Omaeda Marechiyo, though revered as a "former god," on par with Ootsuki Ikkaku, from Genie Lamp's simple perspective... all he could say was that the man was a good person, and his sister was truly amazing.
After hearing about the Soul Society host, Orochimaru seemed somewhat surprised, "That's strange. Given your personality, you should have sought out a host with more potential."
"There's nothing strange about it. The host in the previous world wasn't chosen by me; the very first host wasn't even human."
"Of the three worlds, only the host in the last world could barely be considered a main character. But if I really had a choice, I would have preferred his sister."
Genie Lamp smiled, "If you must say, you are the first host I chose."
"That's truly a pity..." Orochimaru felt a sense of regret.
The old saying goes, "One generation plants the trees, and another generation reaps the shade." He never expected to be the one planting the trees.
However, Orochimaru quickly dismissed this thought. It was precisely because Genie Lamp needed someone to plant the trees that he had actively approached him. Both parties were mutually beneficial.
...
Time flew by. The Konoha ninja army recuperated and adjusted at the fortress. Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Thanks to the presence of top medical ninjas like Orochimaru, while there were still severely injured individuals needing further treatment among those brought back, there were no further deaths.
As the Kumogakure side completely retreated to the Land of Lightning and publicly announced their defeat, the Konoha ninja army completed the handover of the strongholds and had no further reason to linger.
But before returning to Konoha, there was one matter that urgently needed to be resolved.
—Shisui's eye problem.
A blind Mangekyo Sharingan was still a Mangekyo Sharingan. After returning to the village, such a valuable treasure would inevitably lead to arguments and disputes, and there would be those who, openly or covertly, would interfere with personal will using the village and righteousness as their excuse.
Therefore, this matter needed to be dealt with quickly and settled.
After some coordination and communication, Uchiha Fugaku obtained the agreement of his clan members and found a new pair of Sharingan for Shisui.
The origin of the eyes was legitimate, coming from a deceased Uchiha jonin during a previous battle.
This Uchiha had no living parents or siblings, and even few relatives, let alone a childhood sweetheart fiancée. He was in a state where he was easily represented by the group.
Fugaku chose him because it would lead to fewer disputes and troubles later.
Although the Uchiha Clan was united, given the general atmosphere of respecting the deceased and their bodies, who knew what chaos might arise if stirred up by disingenuous individuals.
As the leader of the Uchiha Clan, he had acted cautiously for many years and naturally wouldn't make a mistake in this regard.
The medical bay was crowded.
Orochimaru stood before the operating table, with Shisui lying on the bed in front of him. Behind him, a crowd had gathered to watch.
An eye transplant surgery was a minor procedure. Medical ninjas with even a little talent could master it with a bit of practice.
For Orochimaru, it was child's play.
However, Fugaku specifically invited Orochimaru not because of the surgical risk. Allowing so many people to observe was to serve as witnesses.
"Hehehe..."
Orochimaru chuckled sinisterly, his long fingers steady and swift as he completed the surgery, the entire process taking less than two minutes.
Shisui had new Mangekyo Sharingan and rested on the bed with his eyes bandaged.
Orochimaru gave some post-operative instructions and then picked up the small nutrient tank containing the Mangekyo Sharingan.
As if by magic, everyone's gaze was drawn to it, filled with a strange light.
Bloodline limits required mastering two chakra nature transformations and fusing them by chance to practice bloodline ninjutsu.
Even within bloodline families, with the inheritance of previous generations, not everyone could achieve this.
Bloodline organs, however, were much easier. Transplant surgeries were not difficult in the ninja world.
Having witnessed or heard of Shisui's performance on the battlefield, even though they knew these two Mangekyo Sharingan were on the verge of blindness, people couldn't help but covet them.
"Orochimaru, how will you handle these eyes?"
Seeing Orochimaru directly putting them into a scroll, Utatane Koharu couldn't help but ask.
Orochimaru ignored her entirely, instead turning his gaze to the Uchiha group.
"The council elders do not approve of physical enhancement surgery, but Shisui's contributions in this war are undeniable. The order to stop the two Jinchuriki was mine, and now that he is blind, I will not abandon him."
"I will find other ways to help these Sharingan regain their sight. Do any of you have objections?"
"Who is for, and who is against?"