Naruto: F**king Makes Me Stronger

Chapter 419: Hagoromo and Hamura's Judgement

The Soul-Reaping Rope glowed with a chilling black light, tightly binding the white-robed figure.

With each struggle of Hagoromo , the rope tightened like a living thing, deeply embedding itself into his soul.

Shun dragged the rope with his right hand, stepping out of Yomotsu Hirasaka, followed by the disheveled Hagoromo, who stumbled out.

This was a special place of judgment, where golden light flowed from the rune patterns, creating a suffocating solemnity.

Kaguya, dressed in white as pure as snow, her skirt draped on the dark ground, was untouched by even a speck of dust. She maintained her icy, indifferent demeanor, her white eyes half-closed, a faint aura of divinity lingering around her.

Madara stood with his hands behind his back, his crimson Sharingan subtly rotating in their sockets, reflecting the disheveled figures of Hagoromo and Hamura.

He had a complex expression—a mixture of mockery, schadenfreude, and perhaps a touch of profound emotion at the 'fall of a powerful figure'.

Hashirama stood with his arms crossed, his brows slightly furrowed, observing the direction of the judgment platform with a complex expression.

His gaze lingered on Hagoromo for a long time, because according to ancient records within the Senju Clan, all the origins of the Senju Clan stemmed from this Hagoromo before him.

"Time changes many things, it's hard to judge right from wrong." He murmured in a low voice, filled with helplessness.

This God of Ninjas, who had pursued peace his entire life, now didn't know how to evaluate this ancestor, whose merits and demerits were intertwined.

Minato's Hokage robe fluttered lightly, his posture straight. He gravely watched everyone in the arena, his palms slightly sweating.

Naruto, standing beside him, clenched his fists, his Adam's apple bobbing several times. "How could this be... the Sage of Six Paths..."

Sasuke crossed his arms, glanced at the distraught Naruto beside him, and said coldly, "Naruto, don't talk too much. This isn't our business."

On the ground not far from the judgment platform, Hamura hung his head low. His white hair scattered over his shoulders, covering most of his face. Only his tightly pressed lips revealed that he wasn't completely numb.

He slightly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Hagoromo, then quickly lowered it.

From the moment he was captured, he had realized the situation was set, and further struggle would be futile. Rather than resisting, it was better to accept it calmly.

However, thinking of his brother's stubbornness, he couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart: A thousand years of obsession, ultimately for naught.

Thud!

A dull thud broke the silence in the arena.

Shun flicked his wrist, tossing Hagoromo onto the center of the judgment platform as if discarding a piece of trash.

The black Soul-Reaping Rope tightened the moment Hagoromo landed, pinning him firmly to the platform, leaving him no strength even to lift his head.

Shun slowly walked to the main seat of the judgment platform, looking down at the two old ghosts who had resided in the Pure Land for a thousand years, now in the center of the platform.

"Today, in my capacity as the Lord of the Ninja World, I will conduct a fair trial for Hagoromo and Hamura."

"I am your ancestor, you have no right to judge me!"

Hagoromo struggled violently, his soul body beneath the white robe trembling intensely.

He roared, trying to straighten up, but the Soul-Reaping Rope tightened even more, and the soul-devouring runes on the rope lit up, frantically absorbing his Soul Power, making cold sweat seep from his forehead in pain.

He could only raise his head in a disheveled state, the veins on his neck bulging, glaring at the man on the main seat.

"Shun! By what right do you judge me! I am the ancestor of the Ninja World, the one who saved all beings! Without me, this Ninja World would not exist!"

He stared intently at Shun, as if wanting to devour him alive, but the restraints of the Soul-Reaping Rope made it incredibly difficult for him to even move.

Shun slightly raised an eyebrow, ignoring his roars, as a golden rune appeared out of thin air, hovering above Hagoromo's head.

His gaze fixed on Hagoromo, his tone as cold as frost. "Saving all beings? Hagoromo, you think too highly of yourself."

As the rune flickered, images of Hagoromo's thousand-year-long schemes flashed across the sky.

"A thousand years ago, you founded Ninshu. You advocated using Chakra to connect people, wanting to create a world where everyone could coexist peacefully, and then you arbitrarily distributed Chakra seeds."

"Your true intention was actually to spread the Chakra seeds so that after people died, you could harvest their Chakra in the Pure Land."

"Because you deliberately spread Chakra seeds, powerful ninjas became a source of chaos in human society. This led to the stagnation of human society's development for over a thousand years."

"Fortunately, Hashirama and Madara jointly established ninja villages, stabilizing human nations, which is why in recent decades, technologies such as energy, transportation, and communication have seen explosive development."

"Also, though both the Uchiha and Senju clans were your descendants, you allowed the two clans to slaughter each other for the sake of harvesting Chakra, even deliberately siding with one, causing the hatred between the two clans to persist for over a thousand years. Therefore, you are not worthy of being the ancestor of the Uchiha and Senju."

"Your physical body and Chakra were once bestowed by Kaguya, so I will revive you and then sacrifice your body and Chakra to the God tree. As for your soul, it will be sealed in the Ancestral Star Netherworld for a thousand years, suffering the torment of Soul Fire. After the sealing period expires, all memories and obsessions will be washed away, and you will be cast into reincarnation to be reborn as a human."

Upon hearing this, Hagoromo's roars abruptly ceased, his face instantly turning pale, and his soul body began to tremble slightly.

He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a sound. The words "wash away all memories" echoed in his mind, which was more painful than killing him.

He no longer cared for his dignity, abruptly turning his head to look at Kaguya on the side of the judgment platform, his soul body twisting frantically under the restraint of the Soul-Reaping Rope. Even though his soul body was painfully constricted, he didn't care at all.

Tears, mixed with cold sweat, streamed down his face, a never-before-seen humility and tremor.

"Mother! I know I was wrong! I shouldn't have questioned you, shouldn't have secretly plotted to seal you! You can reclaim my Chakra, you can seal me for a thousand years! Please, don't wash away my memories! The reborn me wouldn't be me anymore, nor would I be your child!"

He stared fixedly at Kaguya, as if grasping at his last straw of hope.

His pleading voice was heart-wrenching, echoing in the silent place of judgment.

Naruto couldn't help but frown. He had never seen such a disheveled Hagoromo, and his heart was gradually replaced by complex emotions.

Kaguya watched his ugly display, her eyes showing no fluctuation, as if looking at a stranger, or an insignificant object. She made no move to help nor did she utter a single word.

In her eyes, the fate of this rebellious and fearful son was self-inflicted and not worthy of an ounce of pity.

Shun's gaze was calm, preparing to expose Hagoromo's disguise.

"Perhaps you still have backup plans in the Ninja World, so you're not saying you were wrong, you're just afraid. Afraid that your thousand-year ambition will come to naught, afraid that your existence will completely disappear, afraid that no one will remember that you are the Sage of Six Paths, afraid that the power you pursued your entire life will turn into a bubble, which is why you are begging so shamelessly."

Hagoromo collapsed onto the ground, his eyes filled with despair, no longer even having the strength to struggle.

Shun raised his hand again, and the scene of Hagoromo's past scheming appeared in the sky.

"Hamura's memory was actually altered by Hagoromo a long time ago, which led to him making so many mistakes later on. Although he acted as an accomplice for a thousand years, the root cause was the alteration of his memory, so his guilt is not unforgivable."

"Considering this, your punishment is as follows."

"Your physical body will be sacrificed to the God tree to atone for your sins. After your memories and obsessions are washed away from your soul, you will be reincarnated as a human."

Upon hearing this, Hamura's lowered head instantly shot up, his white hair falling away to reveal a pair of eyes filled with shock and bewilderment.

Then the bewilderment gradually faded, replaced by relief and gratitude.

Hashirama sighed softly, his eyes complex as he looked at the collapsed Hagoromo on the judgment platform. He slowly closed his eyes, tacitly accepting the judgment.

He whispered to Madara beside him, "Madara, look, even the most powerful people cannot escape Karma and reincarnation."

Madara didn't respond, but he tacitly agreed with his statement.

Right and wrong, good and evil, have their own conclusions. Today's outcome might be Hagoromo's best destination.

The once lofty and revered ancestor of the Ninja World, now reduced to a prisoner awaiting judgment.

Such a drastic change in circumstances seemed quite interesting to him.

He even thought that if he were in Hagoromo's position, he would never beg so wretchedly. Even if he were to die, he would die in a blaze of glory.

Minato remained silent throughout, his gaze only growing more solemn. He gently patted Naruto's shoulder, signaling him not to overthink it.

Shun ignored everyone's reactions. He raised his hand, and a faint golden light emanated from his palm.

Two condensed Chakra flew from his palm, circling in the air as if alive, then precisely landed on Hagoromo and Hamura.

"The executioners are already waiting. The judgment will be carried out today."

At this moment, Hagoromo's eyes were somewhat hollow, his last shred of hope completely extinguished. He slumped sideways on the judgment platform, his soul body slightly dissipating due to despair.

He mumbled to himself, "I'm not reconciled... I've schemed for a thousand years. How can it just... turn into nothing... My ambition... it's all gone..."

This time, tears streamed from Hagoromo's eyes, no longer a pretense of begging, but utter despair.

Hamura, however, still had his eyes closed, his face somewhat calm, as if he had found a sense of release.