He healed faster than he could be injured—so fast, in fact, that nothing foreign could properly enter his system, not even something potentially beneficial. That included the Hashirama cells.
Sinbad stared at his palm for a while, deep in thought, trying to figure out how to bypass a regeneration ability that refused to be bypassed. Then, a memory surfaced—the truth-seeking orb. It negated regeneration.
Without hesitation, he formed a truth-seeking orb and directed it to pierce through the skin of his arm. As expected, the orb interfered with his healing factor—but only partially. It didn't completely stop the regeneration; it just slowed it down enough to buy him a narrow window of opportunity.
He acted fast. With a single motion, he cut open the area further and quickly injected the Hashirama cells before his body could close the wound. It wasn't ideal, but it was enough. The substance entered his system—now all that was left was to see what happened next.
But as soon as the truth-seeking orb was removed and his body resumed healing, it immediately registered the presence of the foreign substance—Hashirama's cells. Unsurprisingly, his body reacted, rejecting the foreign matter outright. The injection site trembled slightly, a subtle quake spreading through his arm.
Then, just as quickly as the rejection began, adaptation took over. His body didn't just accept the cells—it evolved around them. It adapted in a way that went beyond expectations, and in a instant, his physical form surged with newfound power, changing by leaps and bounds.
"Wow…" Sinbad muttered in disbelief, taken aback by the overwhelming strength that coursed through him.
He could feel it—the difference was undeniable. His muscles held the same density and explosive power Hashirama once possessed. His chakra pool had expanded dramatically, not just in volume, but in purity. And even his already absurd regeneration rate had climbed another step higher, though Sinbad wasn't sure if that part would even matter, since his regeneration was already so overpowered..
[Host, that does matter. The stronger your regeneration becomes, the more resistant you'll be to regeneration negation effects,] the system explained. Sinbad gave a small nod, fully understanding now. That was a good thing—no, that was an amazing thing.
He felt genuinely pleased. Why? Because with everything he had gained, he believed he now stood a chance. Not just against the Nine Tails, but against Madara while wielding the Nine Tails.
His power had reached new heights, and now, he would receive 50 abilities a day. That was a massive leap forward. He only needed to double that—to hit 100 abilities daily—before he could finally ease off the gas. Surely, among those future abilities, some would accelerate his growth rate even further, allowing him to grow stronger without doing anything.
'Next… I should hopefully get 50% of the Nine Tails, but I should master the 8 Gates first,' Sinbad thought, his gaze drifting across the crowd until it landed on Might Guy, who stood among the group surrounding him.
The moment Sinbad's eyes met his, Might Guy reacted thanks to a genjutsu. With a sharp cry, his body tensed—and then erupted with energy—as he forcefully opened the First Gate: the Gate of Opening.
Located in the brain's left hemisphere, this gate served to remove the mind's natural restraints. It unlocked the user's mental inhibitions, flooding the body with raw physical power and adrenaline, heightening speed, strength, and reflexes in an instant.
Sinbad, of course, had mastered the Eight Gates, allowing him to open all eight at will. With that, his growth surged once more. As of now, he received seventy-five abilities a day. Just twenty-five more, and he would finally be set for life.
The question was simple—should he draw upon the Nine-Tails' chakra and hope that leap in power to secure the last twenty-five? Or should he instead focus on something greater… perhaps locating the Sage of Six Paths?
"Well, I've gotten everything I believe I needed," Sinbad said calmly, his eyes drifting upward. He had sensed a chakra signature unlike anything else—ancient, vast, and unmistakably powerful. It had been present for hundreds of years.
Without hesitation, he teleported to its source, reappearing before a figure suspended in the air, legs crossed, exuding a calm pressure. Below the floating man, truth-seeking orbs hovered in a perfect ring.
Sinbad and the Sage of Six Paths, eyes glowing faintly with the power of the Rinnegan, stood face to face in silence. Neither blinked. Neither flinched. Their gazes locked, unyielding, as if weighing the very essence of the other.
"I came seeking your Six Paths power," Sinbad said calmly, his tone carrying no urgency, only certainty. "In return, I will carry out one favor."
The words echoed with weight, prompting the Sage's expression to tighten. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly—not in anger, but in thought.
"One favor?" the Sage of Six Paths asked.
Sinbad nodded, his expression steady and voice calm. "Be it to face your mother's fears, or to stop the root behind what caused your children to fight. I can do whatever it is," he said.
The Sage's eyes widened slightly at those words, a flicker of surprise breaking through his usually unreadable expression. His voice, calm but touched by something close to disbelief, followed without delay.
"What do you mean, what caused them to fight?" he asked in shock, his eyes narrowing slightly as he waited for an answer.
"Is that what you want to trade for that power?" Sinbad asked, his tone steady and unreadable, causing the Sage of the Six Paths to pause in thought. The ancient figure held Sinbad's gaze, the silence stretching between them like a thread pulled taut.
He studied Sinbad for a long moment before finally speaking, his voice calm yet firm. "I will give it to you in exchange for peace. Bring peace to this world, and we have a deal," he said.
But Sinbad shook his head, not out of disrespect, but with the calm certainty of someone who had already made up his mind.
"Peace is something that doesn't exist," Sinbad said, his voice low but steady. "Even from childhood, without being taught the concept of violence, a child will lash out in rage. It's instinct. Peace isn't born from understanding—it's enforced through fear. True peace only exists when people are too afraid to wrong others, too afraid of judgment or consequence. Is that what you want?" he asked, his gaze sharp and unwavering.
The Sage of Six Paths remained silent, taken aback by Sinbad's grim philosophy. His disapproval was plain, but he chose his next words carefully.
"Do you really think that would bring peace?" he asked at last, his tone calm but heavy, clearly rejecting Sinbad's view even as he tried to understand it.
"Do you have a better way?" Sinbad asked, not bothering to hide the sharp edge in his tone. "After years of searching for an answer, your solution was to give the world power strong enough to level cities? You thought that would lead to peace? All you did was hand humanity the tools to slaughter each other more efficiently."
The Sage fell silent, the weight of Sinbad's words pressing in.
"I fully agree with Christianity's view on good and evil," Sinbad continued, his voice quieter now but no less firm. "Humans aren't born good. They're born vulnerable to sin, quick to give in to their desires, and easily led by them. Being good? That's not the path of the weak. To be wronged, and yet turn the other cheek—who truly does that, especially when society stands by, cheering for retaliation?"
He paused, not to gather his thoughts, but to let the truth of his words hang. Back on Earth, he had been one of the rare few. Though far from perfect, Sinbad had devoted himself fully to being good, guided by his faith, even when the world made that path harder with every step.
It was a hard path to walk, but one that revealed a simple truth—true goodness, a world built on kindness and fairness? That existed only in heaven, not in this cruel, fractured world. In a place where betrayal had become common, where infidelity ran rampant and murder had become as easy as pulling a trigger, where people watched and judged from a distance with no understanding—how could goodness possibly thrive?
"What you've said is extremely dangerous," the Sage replied softly. Even if he didn't grasp every nuance of Sinbad's words, he understood the core sentiment—human nature was, at its root, flawed. It was always easier to repay wrong with wrong, easier to meet cruelty with cruelty, instead of returning it with kindness. Not everyone had the willpower to respond to harm with grace. Add ego to the mix, and it became nearly impossible. Only a rare few could look injustice in the face… and still choose to respond with good.
"Yet you have no other way… You, after a lifetime of searching, only ended up giving the world weapons. Meanwhile, my plan would at least minimize the world's crime rate. Sure, some minor crimes might still happen, but in the grand scheme, what would that change? Overall, what would the world become?" Sinbad said calmly, his voice steady and collected. "But forget that. You and I might never see eye to eye on this, so let's not waste our time. Pick something else."
"You're honest. I like that a lot about you…" The Sage of Six Paths admitted, his gaze lingering. "Your plan might be the right one—maybe fear is the path to peace. But if it's not… then I can't give you my power."
To that, Sinbad said nothing. He simply nodded, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished—teleporting away without another word. The Sage of Six Paths remained floating in silence, surprised. He had expected resistance… but Sinbad had already moved on.
'Well, I will now be getting 100 things daily. I can relax,' Sinbad thought, a calm satisfaction settling over him. He had, of course, copied the Sage of the Six Paths' unique form of Sage Mode. The Sage of Six Paths constantly existed in that elevated state, and since Sinbad already met the requirements, all he had to do was master it to gain access.
With that done, he returned to the Hidden Leaf Village. And since he considered himself a reasonable person, he decided to make up for the earlier damage. With a mere thought, he controlled the earth beneath his feet, restoring the carved Hokage faces into the cliffside with precision, bringing them back to their original form.
Once that was finished, he moved on to find Fugaku. Without much effort, he had him arrange a place to stay within the Uchiha clan compound.
"This is a bit too grand. What would I be doing with all of that extra space? It's bigger than even your place," Sinbad said lightly, his tone casual as he stood in front of the traditional Japanese-style mansion Fugaku had offered him.
"It was my father's," Fugaku replied, his voice calm but laced with subtle weight. "I refused to live here because it would send the wrong message to the rest of the clan."
Sinbad didn't respond immediately. Instead, he walked large toward the small pond nestled within the property. A narrow wooden bridge arched over the water, weathered but sturdy, and beneath it swam dozens of fish, their scales flashing in the dappled sunlight. The pond teemed with life, a gentle contrast to the surrounding quiet.
Nearby stood what once had been a well-maintained Japanese garden, though now it showed signs of neglect. Overgrown shrubs, scattered leaves, and tangled branches hinted at years of abandonment. No one had tended to it for quite some time.
"Okay, I will take it. They say work keeps a sane man sane. Having this place to look after while I wait won't hurt anyone," Sinbad said, his eyes roaming over the property once more. "Also, this is now a safe zone. I won't think twice about killing anyone who brings trouble here during the week I'm staying."
With those words, he stepped forward, heading toward the entrance of his new home, finally ready to get some well-earned rest.
"I welcome you to my home. My wife cooks the best meal," Fugaku said lightly, his voice calm and sincere.
Sinbad paused for a second, then gave a small nod, feeling the first tug of hunger creep in. After adapting so much, mastering so many things, and pushing his limits over and over again, a warm meal was starting to sound like something he wouldn't mind at all.
So, he followed Fugaku back home. Of course, he knew exactly what this was—Fugaku wasn't doing this out of kindness. It was a move to build a connection. Sinbad didn't take it personally. And it wasn't like he had any dislike for the Uchiha clan, in fact he liked the clan.