This fish basket.
How should he put it!
Compared to Urashiki's red-glowing fish basket that looked extraordinary at first glance.
This fish basket looked like an ordinary one woven from bamboo on the outside.
But its function made up for Jokichi's lack of alchemy skills.
It allowed him to utilize the resources in his hands more efficiently.
However.
"How exactly is this used? Does any chakra work?"
Amidst his doubts, Jokichi channeled chakra from the Ring of Kurama into the fish basket.
But the fish basket merely stored the chakra; it did not convert it into pills.
Moreover, as time passed.
The chakra stored inside also dissipated little by little.
"It seems it has to be a physical item containing chakra!"
Jokichi scratched his head, feeling slightly disappointed inwardly.
He remembered that Urashiki could refine pure chakra into pills.
Therefore, he thought he could also turn pure chakra into pills.
He did not expect it would not work.
If he could refine pure chakra into pills.
With the five Tailed Beast rings he currently possessed, he could refine pills infinitely.
"What a pity!"
He hung the fish basket at his waist, then placed the Cage of Fate inside.
The system space could not store non-system items.
But the Myriad Phenomena Fish Basket could.
After finishing everything, Jokichi turned his gaze to the last item.
Although the name was Starry Sky Fishing Rod.
It also had a fishing line and hook, but it looked very ordinary.
[Starry Sky Fishing Rod: A fishing rod with magical powers. It can hook creatures associated with the bait.]
"This."
Jokichi opened his mouth, hesitating to speak.
Finally, he took a deep breath.
Fishing across the heavens.
This fishing rod was simply too powerful.
Even as a standalone golden finger, it would be considered top-tier.
At first, Jokichi thought it was forged using Urashiki's image as material.
But looking at it now.
It should have been forged based on the meme of Urashiki being an angler.
Only these nonsensical memes or special experiences could forge rule-based items that surpassed the limits of the world.
For example.
That Magikarp in the pond at Jokichi's house.
If he used it as bait to fish, Jokichi might be able to fish up a Gyarados.
Although it was more likely he would fish up another Magikarp.
But thinking a bit deeper.
Magikarp is one of the Pokémon, and is related to other Pokémon.
Using it as bait, catching other Pokémon wasn't impossible.
There was also that crow at home.
Using it as bait to fish.
He might be able to hook Uchiha Itachi over.
He might even be able to hook up Uchiha Shisui from the past before he died.
After all, the fishing line of this rod could extend infinitely.
It could fish across the distance of time and space.
Although the process would definitely not be as simple as imagined.
The existence of such a possibility was enough to prove its power.
Jokichi could think of many more similar examples, and even more that he could not think of.
He would not list them one by one.
In short, just knowing that it was incredibly awesome was enough.
Putting away all his items.
Jokichi fell into a deep sleep, carrying reveries about the future.
In his dreams.
He became an omnipotent god.
He became an existence worshipped by the people of the world.
He enjoyed all this very much, patiently guiding humanity forward.
But as time passed.
The gap in strength made him bored with his actions and everything he possessed.
He felt contempt for those humans who revered him.
Just as humans could not possibly become the leaders of ants.
How could a god become the leader of humans?
Jokichi felt ashamed of his past actions of guiding humanity.
It was like a child playing with ants, treating them as companions due to a lack of understanding.
When they grew up, they felt their past behavior was childish.
Some people would laugh at it.
Some would treat it as a dark history.
Some would completely forget that insignificant past.
And Jokichi, feeling humiliated and angry, destroyed all of humanity.
Just like a person watching ants move their colony, they would use fire or flood it with water to destroy the anthill.
Only, when he was the only one left in the entire world.
Indescribable loneliness and emptiness struck him.
Jokichi suddenly realized then.
He was not a god at all, just a person possessing power beyond ordinary people.
And humans are emotional beings; they can hardly survive when isolated from the crowd.
Ultimately, an unknown number of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years passed.
Unable to endure the loneliness, he finally chose to end his own life.
And it was at this very moment that Jokichi woke up from his dream with a start.
He looked around.
Seeing the familiar inn room, he could not help but let out a heavy sigh of relief.
"What you think about during the day, you dream about at night. Having become this strong, am I already subconsciously thinking about these issues?"
Jokichi gently massaged his temples, wanting to relax his body a bit.
Yet he found his clothes soaked with sweat.
Clinging tightly to his body, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
"Sweat soaked my clothes."
Jokichi seemed to think of something, his expression gradually turning grave.
Possessing four types of visual jutsu, his spiritual power was extremely formidable.
It was impossible for him to be startled into breaking a cold sweat just from a dream.
After all, no matter how realistic a dream was, it was still just a dream.
With his spiritual power, he believed he could discern the difference between a dreamscape and reality.
But just now, he had not been able to distinguish it.
Instead, he treated the dreamscape as reality.
This was an event that absolutely could not happen naturally.
"Someone is playing tricks!"
Jokichi became vigilant.
Logically speaking, being as strong as he was.
No one should be able to tamper with him silently and tracelessly.
Even if someone possessed special abilities, allowing them to approach him undetected.
Not just anyone could breach his spiritual power and make him have such an incredibly realistic dream.
Moreover, the content of that dream seemed to be warning him.
Therefore.
"You're the one playing tricks in the shadows, aren't you."
Jokichi slowly turned around.
His black eyes turned purple, with concentric ripples, adorned with nine tomoe Rinnegan.
And behind him, in the room that should have only contained himself.
Floated an old man sitting cross-legged.
He had two horns on his head, concentric red markings between his eyebrows, white hair and white clothes, and a slender beard.
His eyes were the purple Rinnegan, but without the tomoe.
A black shakujo staff also floated beside him.
The legend who brought peace and order to this world.
The god who could create all things or destroy all things, established Ninshu, and created all ninjutsu in the world.
The Sage of Six Paths.
Of course, the above were exaggerated folklore, even myths.
His true identity was the child of Otsutsuki Kaguya.
The founder of Ninshu, Otsutsuki Hagoromo.