Konoha's Best Detective

Zetsu, a product of Kaguya Otsutsuki's will.

White Zetsu, a product created by Kaguya Otsutsuki.

But put those two together, and they became a product created by Uchiha Madara.

As the former head of the Uchiha Clan and the undisputed strongest member of the clan in those days, Uchiha Madara's thoughts were not something normal people could understand.

For instance, having the Uchiha Clan monitored for a long time. "Lord Madara, this is a record of a meeting that White Zetsu overheard from the Uchiha Clan while monitoring Konoha yesterday.

It contains some information about you."

At this moment.

Before White Zetsu stood an old man in a gray robe, with a head full of white hair, a face covered in wrinkles, and barely any breath left in him.

It was hard for anyone to imagine that he was Uchiha Madara, who had once shaken the Ninja World with his name.

Seeing Uchiha Madara sleeping deeply, White Zetsu waved the note in front of him and called softly.

"Lord Madara? Lord Madara?"

Had Lord Madara died?

After calling for so long without seeing him open his eyes, White Zetsu stroked its chin with one hand, its gaze constantly sweeping over the sleeping Uchiha Madara as it secretly thought.

Should I take a dump on Lord Madara's head before Black Zetsu comes back??

Although not being able to poop was troublesome, if I squeezed hard enough, I should be able to force something out— "Cough... cough..."

At that moment, a weak coughing fit interrupted White Zetsu's thoughts. Seeing Madara gradually wake up, it hurriedly handed over the note in its hand and said.

"Lord Madara, it contains some information about you and Lord Izuna."

Hm? Uchiha Madara abruptly opened his eyes. His sharp gaze fell upon the note in White Zetsu's hand. After taking a deep breath, he spoke in an aged voice.

"Izuna?"

"Yes!"

Hearing that, Madara took the note from him and lowered his head to read it.

Begging on his knees for food?? Winning over Senju?? Inventing pretexts?? After reading this so-called conversation between Izuna and himself, Madara closed his eyes and began searching through his memories.

As one of the people involved, how did he not remember Izuna saying such things?

He had never said any of that either.

"..."

Hmm, it did make some sense.

A moment later, Uchiha Madara slowly opened his eyes. He folded the note in his hand, set it aside, and said slowly.

"How are the Uchiha clansmen doing now?"

"Not bad. The Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze, doesn't have much prejudice against the Uchiha Clan."

"Is that so!"

Madara nodded and closed his eyes to continue resting.

If you can live well, then I bless you.

If you aren't living well, then I also bless you to live better from now on.

Though you have now removed me from the Uchiha clan registry, as the former head of the Uchiha Clan, Izuna personally entrusted the clan to me before he died. I hope your days ahead will only get better and better.

There was not much time left. True peace was not far from arriving in the Ninja World. Thinking of his younger brother, Uchiha Madara's expression gradually softened.

He wondered if he would be able to meet his fist after death.

PS: Honestly, I don't know how to write Madara either. I feel like his nature isn't bad; his thinking is just extremely radical.

Given Madara's broad-mindedness, after several decades, he probably wouldn't still resent the clansmen for betraying him, right?

After all, ever since he gave away the Rinnegan, he only had one Three-Tomoe Sharingan in one eye socket. The other eye socket had no eye at all. (Episode 564 of the anime.)

There could be many reasons for that, but I lean toward the more positive interpretation. It can't be that the Ninja World Asura, after decades, was unable to obtain a second Three-Tomoe Sharingan, right? Sheesh, that would be a bit far-fetched.

So, I'll write Madara as still having some feelings for the clan, though not much.

If any esteemed readers have other ideas, feel free to comment. I'll borrow them.

"A bunch of idiots!"

Asuka slumped his shoulders and staggered toward the Uchiha Clan Grounds like a zombie.

He simply could not understand it. The gap between people was even greater than the gap between humans and cats.

Today, he had taught those three students the skill of climbing trees with their feet. It was obviously so simple. After a whole day, they might not have been able to walk on it as if on flat ground, but at the very least, they should not have fallen the instant they stood on it.

Thinking of those three battered and bruised fellows, Asuka turned his head toward the fat orange cat lying on his shoulder and said.

"You're smarter than those three students.

Practice the Transformation Technique more when we get back. Don't transform into what you did today again."

The Orange Cat lifted one eyelid slightly, then stuck out its tongue to lick its nose and said tiredly.

"You said being fat was beautiful."

Asuka immediately became a little exasperated. Thinking of that cylindrical catgirl from today, his face instantly reddened.

"I did fucking say that.

But shouldn't Tsunade have been your reference?

If not, Kushina would have worked too.

Who told you to use the Akimichi Clan as a reference? Are those two kinds of fat even the same thing?"

"Enough, enough!"

The Orange Cat covered its ears with both paws, impatience showing on its face.

"Tomorrow, I'll just transform directly into Tsunade."

At those words, Tsunade's image immediately appeared in Asuka's mind.

Um... cat ears on her head, whiskers beneath her nose, a cat tail on her butt, squatting on the ground and occasionally licking her paws. Too bizarre. After a moment of silence, Asuka looked at the Orange Cat on his shoulder and said quietly.

"I want a beautiful woman with cat ears, not Tsunade with cat ears. If nothing else, practice on Kushina first. I can picture her son now, so I have a very high tolerance for whiskers on her face."

As he spoke, Asuka pushed open the gate and entered the courtyard. Looking at the people standing inside, he blinked at the entrance before an embarrassed expression appeared on his face.

"Sorry, wrong house!"

Bang! After shutting the gate, Asuka stood outside and patted his chest, muttering to himself.

"That was really terrifying. The moment I went in, I saw five pregnant women chatting in the courtyard. When did Uchiha Mikoto move next door to me?

Did they really sell their old house and plan to ask Tsunade to buy them a disciple slot? They sure acted fast."

Then, Asuka left the courtyard and stepped onto the street. After walking around the block, he returned to where he started—to the house where he lived.

Looking at the familiar house, Asuka took several deep breaths, then expressionlessly pushed open the gate. Beating the five pregnant women to the punch, he said seriously.

"This is my home."

The pregnant women all nodded at once.

"We know."

Asuka took another deep breath. Pointing at his courtyard, he continued.

"You are currently standing in my home."

"Mikoto brought us here."

Hearing that, Asuka's gaze fell on Uchiha Mikoto. Seeing that her belly seemed to have grown another size, another wave of melancholy drifted through his heart.

Nezha's mother carried him for three years. Ace's mother carried him for one year and three months.

Why was Uchiha Sasuke's mother's belly growing so fast?

At that moment, a rather immature idea faintly surfaced in Asuka's mind.

With his medical skills, he wondered if he could make Kushina stay pregnant a few more months.

Seeing Uchiha Asuka standing blankly at the door, looking resentfully at her stomach, Mikoto placed both hands over her belly to cover it slightly and smiled.

"Asuka-kun, we came to see you today because of something."

"Come inside and talk!"

Asuka came back to his senses then. After opening the door and inviting them in, he pointed at the sofa in the living room, indicating that they should sit down first.

Once the five women were seated, his gaze swept across them, and a puzzled look could not help appearing on his face.

The Clan Head's Wife of the Nara Clan, the Clan Head's Wife of the Yamanaka Clan, the Clan Head's Wife of the Akimichi Clan, the Clan Head's Wife of the Uchiha Clan, the Clan Head's Wife of the Inuzuka Clan. "What business do the five ladies have with me? If it's for treatment, then forget it. You're all people who can invite Tsunade."

"No!"

Mikoto shook her head. Then, she kept signaling toward Nara Yoshino with her eyes and said softly.

"Lady Yoshino came to find me and asked me to bring her to see you."

Mm! Yoshino gave a quiet acknowledgment, then looked toward Asuka.

He had a tall, straight figure. Beneath his medium-length black hair was a handsome face that had not lost its masculine air. Through his sweat-soaked clothes, the scars on his body could faintly be seen.

He was indeed an Uchiha. It was hard to imagine that this Uchiha had once done that sort of thing.

Thinking that he was also a Medical Ninja, Yoshino could not help feeling a trace of curiosity toward this powerful Uchiha clansman.

It truly matched some of the rumors in the village.

The stronger an Uchiha was, the more problems they had mentally.

"Cough..."

After lightly coughing, she took an envelope from her pocket and placed it on the coffee table. Half-closing her eyes as she looked at Asuka, she asked gently.

"Asuka-kun, I heard you're Konoha's best detective?"