At the edge of the Region of Wind, near the banks of a massive river, a group of people stood silently. Leading the group was Fugaku.
Surrounding him were Rasa, Uchiha Mikoto, Chiyo, and other high-ranking officials of the Region of Wind.
This assembly of significant figures was waiting for one person, the master of the world, the Sage of Hidden Sage Village, Hui. Today was the day designated for the transformation of the Region of Wind’s natural environment.
Many were filled with anticipation, but even more harbored doubts.
Hui’s power was unquestionable. To the average shinobi, he was akin to a god. However, the plan he had proposed involved altering the geographical environment of the Region of Wind, an idea that seemed utterly inconceivable.
Shinobi certainly had the ability to alter terrain, but such changes were typically limited to small areas: creating a waterfall, generating a small swamp, or altering a localized region. For powerful shinobi, such feats weren’t particularly difficult.
However, the Region of Wind was vast, so vast that it had caused despair for generations of shinobi who had dreamed of altering its harsh landscape.
Once, a powerful shinobi attempted to construct a river that would span the entire Region of Wind. Yet the project halted after just a few kilometers, as the sheer scale of the undertaking proved overwhelming.
Even that immensely strong shinobi had nearly lost his life in the process. The few kilometers he managed to carve were insignificant compared to the overall plan, and he ultimately abandoned the impossible dream.
Now, another individual sought to attempt the same feat. Although the person in question was hailed as a god, many still doubted whether he could truly accomplish such a miracle.
The ones who believed were mostly those who had come from Hidden Sage Village. They placed unconditional trust in Hui. To them, if Hui claimed he could achieve something, even plucking the moon from the sky, they would believe him.
“He’s here! Lord Hui!”
Fugaku, his Sharingan glowing with the three tomoe, looked up at the approaching light in the sky, unable to contain his excitement.
The others turned their eyes skyward, their faces filled with anticipation.
A beam of light streaked across the sky before descending to the ground. As the crowd gazed in awe, they saw a man with magnificent, radiant wings and an aura of unparalleled grace and power.
It was none other than Hui, the First Sage of Hidden Sage Village and the master of the world.
Everyone present knelt on one knee in unison, bowing to Hui.
“It’s been a while, Fugaku,” Hui said as he retracted his wings. Though he no longer needed them to fly, the Wind Wings were simply faster and more efficient for travel.
“The river starts here, correct? Let’s get started immediately.”
Hui wasted no time with pleasantries, opting to begin at once.
The crowd was momentarily stunned by Hui’s straightforwardness but soon felt their anticipation intensify. They were eager to witness whether this “god of the world” could truly create a miracle.
With a single step, Hui moved to hover above the river. This time, he didn’t use his Wind Wings but relied solely on his own abilities to float in midair.
“Let this river flow through the Region of Wind, bringing sweet, life-giving water to this parched land,” Hui declared. Then, he began to move.
As Hui moved, the ground beneath him began to split apart on its own. A river channel, ten meters wide and three meters deep, formed in his wake.
Hui was manipulating natural energy to reshape the land beneath him. Such was the wonder of natural energy.
As soon as the riverbed took shape, water from the existing river began to flow into it. The flow of the original river grew noticeably weaker as its waters were redirected into the newly formed channel.
Step by step, Hui moved forward at a steady, deliberate pace. Behind him, the river channel continued to take form, and wherever he went, water followed.
The sight left many of the onlookers stunned, their faces filled with shock and awe. What they were witnessing was nothing short of miraculous.
What incredible control, what unparalleled power!
At this moment, everyone present deeply realized just how extraordinary Hui truly was. His strength was beyond comprehension, reaching a level that defied imagination.
Step by step, Hui moved forward. In no time, he had advanced one kilometer, and the river channel had extended for the same distance.
However, this was only the beginning. The planned river spanned several hundred kilometers, and one kilometer was merely an insignificant fraction of the entire project.
This was a colossal undertaking that had deterred countless powerful individuals and even the entire Sunagakure in the past.
Over the years, many had dreamed of transforming this barren land through sheer human effort, yet they all failed. The scope of such an endeavor was simply too overwhelming.
Hui, however, pressed on without pause. He showed no intention of stopping to rest, moving steadily with an air of effortless calm, as if fatigue had no place in his existence.
This stunned the onlookers even more. They marveled at the sheer energy Hui possessed. If they were the ones performing such a feat, they wouldn’t last beyond 300 meters before completely exhausting their chakra reserves and being forced to rest.
What they didn’t realize was that the energy within Hui’s body had reached a truly unfathomable level. Having undergone three transformations, Hui’s energy reserves rivaled that of the Ten-Tails itself.
Moreover, his recovery ability was extraordinary. As long as there was light, his energy constantly regenerated.
In truth, at his current pace, the energy he expended slightly exceeded what he recovered, but only by a negligible margin. Because of this, Hui could easily work throughout the day, and with just an hour or two of rest, his energy would fully replenish.
Thus, step by step, Hui continued forward, and the river channel below him gradually extended.
Two kilometers, five kilometers, ten kilometers!
An hour passed, then two, then five.
After five hours, the river channel stretched 30 kilometers.
By this point, Rasa, Chiyo, and the others had become so shocked that they were almost numb. Uchiha Fugaku and his team were brimming with excitement, their energy practically bursting from within, with no outlet for their emotions.
The 30-kilometer river channel did not go unnoticed by the people of the Region of Wind. Slowly but surely, news of the miraculous river and Hui spread, and the Region of Wind began to boil with excitement.
Countless people began following Hui’s path, witnessing the miracle unfold before their eyes.
“This… this is a miracle!”
“It’s unbelievable! How is this even possible? This defies all logic!”
“It’s possible because the man in the sky is the god of this world, Lord Hui!”
People followed from a distance, overwhelmed with excitement, discussing fervently among themselves.
Noticing the growing crowd, Uchiha Fugaku summoned Rasa and instructed him to spread the news throughout the Region of Wind.
As a result, even more people began to gather, rushing to witness the birth of this miracle firsthand.
Hui, however, paid no attention to the growing crowd. He continued moving at a steady, deliberate pace along the planned route, indifferent to the increasing number of followers.
Another five hours passed. By now, Hui had been working for ten hours, and the river channel beneath his feet had stretched to an astounding 60 kilometers.
Every shinobi in the crowd was utterly stunned, their minds numbed by disbelief. Many began to question their very understanding of reality.
They gazed at Hui, who continued forward with calm composure, and in him, they saw something infinite, like an endless ocean or the vastness of the stars in the sky.
It was a depth beyond measure, a power they could not comprehend. For the first time, they truly understood what it meant to be a god.
For the ordinary people watching, their previous understanding of Hui had been limited. To them, Hui was just an exceptionally powerful shinobi. His title as "god" had seemed more symbolic than literal.
But now, as they watched the man walking in the sky, creating a river with every step he took, their perceptions changed entirely.
In their hearts, this man was no longer merely powerful. He was a true god.
Faith took root in their hearts, and many began to see Hui as a divine figure worthy of reverence.
Some couldn’t help themselves and knelt as they followed, bowing deeply toward Hui.
Having witnessed such a miraculous event, they couldn’t resist offering their worship to this genuine god.