"Orochimaru, next time we meet, when you face me in my heyday, I hope you can escape from my clutches."
Madara Uchiha still maintained his strong character and stood on the ground with his arms folded. Even if the armor on his body has become tattered.
As the words fell, the cracks on Madara Uchiha's body gradually spread, and finally the whole person turned into pieces of white meat scattered on the ground.
In the distance, Iwagakure Camp.
Ōnoki stood up suddenly and looked towards the direction where Orochimaru and Madara Uchiha were fighting.
"This Chakra... impossible... he has been killed by First Hokage!"
He would never forget this suffocating pressure, this brutal Chakra.
A few drops of cold sweat gradually flowed down Ōnoki's face.
But if it's not that person, how can we explain it!
The shadow of that person has existed in his heart for more than half a century.
He didn't dare to investigate.
Four-Tails Jinchuriki Roshi looked at the look of fear on Ōnoki's face and couldn't help but let out a cold snort.
"As expected, he has become corrupt and timid, Ōnoki."
Roshi stood up and sneered.
"Leave it to me to investigate!"
Without waiting for Ōnoki to reply, Roshi dodged and left the place.
Ōnoki floated and chased out, roaring uncontrollably.
"Asshole Roshi, come back quickly!"
But Roshi ran away without looking back.
"That person is indeed dead! Now Shinobi World... no one should be able to do anything to Roshi."
Ōnoki couldn't help but comfort himself in his heart.
But even so, he still didn't dare to say Madara's name. This was a taboo for him!
That terrifying Shura is the inner demon that has taken root in the deepest part of his heart since he was young!
Orochimaru felt some muscle weakness in his body, which was a side effect of the injection of Adrenaline, but he still dragged himself to the ball of white minced meat.
War Fan and Sickle of Madara Uchiha are not seen.
Perhaps Madara's special clone could copy the ninja tools, or maybe Madara had White Zetsu Spore on his body and appeared when he was buried underground and took away these ninja tools.
Orochimaru felt a little pity and moved his eyes to the white minced meat on the ground.
Is this... the body left by White Zetsu? It should be a very good experimental material.
Orochimaru summoned Manda, wrapped White Zetsu's body and took measures to prevent corrosion of the pickling substance, then asked Manda to swallow it and temporarily store it in his stomach pouch.
After that, Orochimaru sat on top of Manda's head to cultivate, and asked Manda to turn on Propeller and rush on, while Orochimaru himself used Medical Ninjutsu to treat himself. He was inevitably injured in the collision between Phoenix Drizzle and Perfect Susanoo just now.
In the underground space, Madara Uchiha slowly opened his eyes.
"It actually made me feel the passion of fighting that I hadn't experienced for a long time before I died of old age, even using Perfect Susanoo...Orochimaru, I remember you! Cough, cough..."
Madara Uchiha was recalling the battle between Transformed Body and Orochimaru, and his blood surged but was interrupted by his own cough.
Having just experienced a fairly passionate battle, he was even more disgusted with his current rotten body.
He couldn't wait until he opened his eyes again and felt his young and powerful body.
"Jue, Obito, are things over there still okay?"
Black Zetsu, who received the message from White Zetsu Clone, smiled:
"Lord Madara, you will see him soon."
"Kakashi, don't waste your efforts..."
Half of Obito Uchiha's body was pressed by the boulder, and he weakly said to Kakashi who was pushing the boulder hard to the side.
"No, no... there is a way, a way, a way... yes! My foster father must have a way!"
Kakashi seemed to have found a savior, and the remaining one eye radiated the light of hope.
"Father... why... can't query the device..."
Kakashi looked at the Communication Watch that Orochimaru gave him in his hand, and stood there in disbelief.
Orochimaru's communication watch had already been crushed to pieces in the aftermath of the battle with Madara.
Kakashi knelt on the ground with his weak legs, supporting the floor with his hands, looking at the land in front of him being wet with his tears.
"I am... what kind of captain, what kind of Jōnin!
! "
Rin Nohara also knelt down gently and gently stroked the exposed half of Obito's cheek.
"By the way, Kakashi, I almost forgot that you are now Jōnin. Congratulations... I just hope you don't think my gift comes too late."
"I have thought about what to give as a gift. Just now, I have thought about it."
"It's nothing... Don't worry... This is not something that is useless."
"I... I give you my Sharingan!"
"Huh!?"
Kakashi and Rin Nohara's eyes widened. This was an answer they had never expected.
Uchiha Clan has always regarded his eyes as his most precious thing. In the entire history of Shinobi World, no Uchiha has ever given his eyes to others.
"This is my last gift, accept it...Kakashi!"
Obito Uchiha turned his eyes and looked at Rin Nohara who was crying beside him.
"Lin, go ahead and transplant my eye... to Kakashi's left eye."
Rin Nohara wiped his tears, looked at Obito in front of him, and nodded heavily.
"Kakashi, come here and start right away."
Kakashi still stood there, motionless, just silently looking at Obito in front of him.
"Kakashi, you are still like this... just like the arrogant Orochimaru senior described when he was guiding us in training. I am going to die, but I will be your eyes to help you see clearly. From now on, please use my eyes and my share to protect Lin..."
When Obito saw the light again, he saw two weirdos.
Not only does he talk very funny and funny, but he also looks very strange.
"Yo! You're awake! How do you feel?"
"I feel... terrible, and... where is this?"
Obito struggled to sit up.
"You don't have to pay rent, so don't worry."
"Also, you have been here for a long time. Do you feel any discomfort now?"
"Huh?"
"What does it feel like when you want to poop? Can you give me an example?"
"Hey! You curly haired guy, since you look like a poop, why don't you try pooping yourself!"
Madara in the distance slowly opened his eyes. After the battle with Orochimaru, he became even weaker.
"Jue, you guys are too noisy!"
"Eh? Grandpa, who are you?"
Obito Uchiha Only then did he notice a person in the distance.
"Me? I am the undead soul of Uchiha, Madara Uchiha!"