Uchiha Madara Would Never Entrust His Back to Anyone Else

Fortunately, Uchiha Gin still had a tiny shred of decency and would not truly subject male characters to the most extreme humiliation. That allowed Uchiha Madara's three-man team to preserve their final line of defense as men.

But even though it had only been symbolic intimidation, the Uchiha Madara brothers, their childhood trauma stirred up, still had not recovered after a long while. The two trembling men clung tightly to each other, their faces frighteningly pale.

Black Zetsu had a higher threshold. After Uchiha Gin released his restraints, he obediently squatted in the corner with his hands over his head, his lowered eyes filled with hatred for a certain curly-haired man.

Why isn't this Uchiha dead yet?

He could not understand it. Since the Warring States Period, Uchiha Gin had suffered a series of tragedies: both parents dying, his Mangekyo being ripped out, memory loss, his body's meridians completely destroyed, and being hammered into a severe coma by some unknown Senju. Yet now, he was still bouncing around energetically right in front of him.

Not only that, his strength was so strange that Black Zetsu could not make heads or tails of it.

Logically speaking, Uchiha Gin should have been, at most, a Three Tomoe Jonin. Setting aside bloodline suppression, any one of the three people present should have been able to beat the shit out of him.

But when Black Zetsu had just been ambushed by Wood Release, if he remembered correctly, he had indeed tried using his full strength. Yet he had still been easily humiliated by those tentacles.

Judging solely by that mastery of Wood Release, Uchiha Gin was no weaker than Hashirama Senju, Ashura's reincarnation.

No, I have to stay away from this curly-haired bastard!

Black Zetsu could no longer gauge Uchiha Gin's true strength. Remembering