The Regression Of Jiraiya

Hashirama's heart pounded heavily, a constricting tightness gripping his chest. 

Summoning his personal healer, he underwent a thorough examination, only to receive a devastating diagnosis—an incurable disease. 

The origin of his affliction lay in his extensive use of natural chakra, his very power becoming his downfall.

"To think it is my own power that is killing me. What a great way to die…"

The realization that his strength was slowly killing him weighed heavily on Hashirama's spirit.

Choosing to keep his illness a secret, Hashirama resolved to dedicate his remaining life to the village. 

He formulated a plan to gather all the tailed beasts and distribute them among the other villages. This strategic move, he believed, would buy precious time for Konohagakure and Uzushiogakure. 

Hashirama understood the immense burden of caring for and controlling Jinchuriki, recognizing the potential for devastating consequences if the beasts were to break free.

Despite his idealistic vision for peace, Hashirama was far from naive. His every action was driven by a commitment to the welfare of his village and its inhabitants. 

As part of his plan, he intended for Mito to seal the most powerful tailed beast within herself. 

This calculated move would create a facade of strength, leading other villages to believe that Konohagakure possessed even greater power than they actually did.

Hashirama's plan was a gamble, an attempt to safeguard his village's future. 

He knew the risks involved, but he was willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of his people. 

His illness may have been a personal tragedy, but he refused to let it define his legacy. 

Instead, he would use his remaining time to ensure that Konohagakure and Uzushiogakure would continue to thrive long after he was gone.

Each breath felt like a labor, each heartbeat a countdown. Hashirama was now at peace about his on coming demise.

And when he was closing eyes to rest for the day. He heard someone running toward him.

It was his personal healer, his face alight with an emotion that Hashirama had not seen in many days - hope. 

The healer was panting, his breath coming in ragged gasps, but his eyes shone with an intensity that contradicted his exhaustion.

"Hashirama-sama!" 

The healer exclaimed with excitement. 

"Someone dropped this scroll to us. It contains a method to cure your illness!"

The words pierced through Hashirama thought like a ray of sunshine through a stormy sky. 

His heart leaped with a flicker of hope, a spark that he thought had been extinguished.

"What!" 

Hashirama exclaimed.

"Are you sure?"

The healer opened the scroll and read it with Hashirama.

His face etched with a mixture of concentration and awe, carefully unrolled the scroll. 

Its surface was worn and faded, but the intricate diagrams and detailed instructions it contained were still clearly legible. 

As he studied the text, his heart quickened with excitement. The scroll detailed a complex and demanding procedure to cure Hashirama's supposedly incurable disease—a procedure that was undeniably difficult, but not impossible.

"This..." 

The healer breathed, his voice barely above a whisper, 

"This is incredible."

Hashirama, observing the healer's reaction, felt a flicker of hope ignite within him.

He thought about it and then decided.

"Once you and your disciples have mastered the Chakra Scalpel technique outlined in the scroll, we will proceed with the surgery."

The healer nodded, his eyes still fixed on the scroll. He had already begun to envision the possibilities that this newfound knowledge presented. 

The techniques described within the scroll were not only relevant to Hashirama's specific condition but could also potentially revolutionize the entire field of medical ninjutsu. 

With careful study and application, these techniques could lead to advancements that would benefit countless lives.

…

Jiraiya exhaled slowly, a wave of relief washing over him as he watched the healer disappear into the Hokage tower. 

The scroll clutched tightly in the healer's hand was the one Jiraiya had dropped in his office, the contents within far too important to be entrusted to a messenger.

The fact that the healer had rushed towards the Hokage's office without hesitation indicated that he believed the information contained in the scroll was real. 

Jiraiya had detailed a method to significantly extend Hashirama's lifespan and cure his incurable disease.

"This changes everything," 

Jiraiya muttered, his mind racing. 

"Hashirama grandpa's survival will have a ripple effect on the entire shinobi world."

He knew that Hashirama's original plan had been to buy time for Konoha and Uzu before his impending death. 

The First Hokage had intended to gather the tailed beasts and use them in his grand plan. But now, with the possibility of a prolonged life, Hashirama's goals might shift dramatically.

"Will he still pursue the tailed beasts?" Jiraiya pondered, his brow furrowing. "Or will he seek a more peaceful path?"

The uncertainty gnawed at him. Hashirama was a man of peace, but he was also a pragmatist. 

He understood the harsh realities of the shinobi world and the necessity of power. The tailed beasts represented immense power, a temptation that few could resist.

Jiraiya's thoughts drifted to the Akatsuki, the shadowy organization that sought to gather the tailed beasts for their own nefarious purposes.

He died at the hand of one of its members and it was his students. The feeling of sadness was still there in his mind.

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Craze: 1/3 I will not upload for awhile after this chapter because I just have a small surgery to remove my tooth. I can't write anything because it was fuking hurt...

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