The Most Pitiful Starting Mission in History

Chapter 2: The Most Scammy Starting Mission in History

As Shimiya Aoba regained his new life and woke up, the White Zetsu, which had been secretly monitoring the entire base and every blade of grass and tree nearby, emerged from the wall and reported everything to Madara.

"Is that so? He's awake? Bring him to me."

After receiving the mission, White Zetsu immediately chuckled and retreated back into the wall.

Meanwhile, the aged figure sitting on the stone throne fell into deep thought. He had already conducted various examinations on the boy while he was unconscious, even taking cells for research.

But strangely, no matter how he examined or researched, he couldn't uncover the secret behind the person's 'resurrection from death.'

He appeared to be an ordinary person, nothing more, nothing less. Forget special abilities like kekkei genkai; there wasn't even a trace of chakra in this body!

As for cell mutation or anything similar, that was simply absurd...

Having personally transplanted Senju Hashirama's cells and used them to cultivate White Zetsu, Madara was undeniably a scientist of the Uchiha clan. Perhaps not the pinnacle of the field, but he was confident he wouldn't make mistakes in such basic examinations and judgments.

Therefore, to be safe, he even forcefully used the power of the Sharingan to glimpse some of the child's memories.

The answer remained two simple words: ordinary!

An ordinary child born to ordinary parents in an ordinary village.

His aptitude was also mediocre. Although he hadn't become a ninja yet, based on the examination results, he would only ever reach the level of an ordinary Chunin in his lifetime, with little to no chance of becoming a Jonin.

In the past, Madara wouldn't have spared a second glance at someone with no talent or potential. Even the strongest Jonin were merely stronger ants in his eyes. Only those at the Kage level could slightly pique his interest, and that was during his prime.

The one he truly considered his lifelong rival was that person...

So, where exactly had things gone wrong?

Was White Zetsu deceiving him?

That was absolutely impossible!

A miracle?

That was far too absurd.

Then the only remaining possibilities were: first, that besides White Zetsu, there must have been another powerful individual skilled in stealth and medical ninjutsu who had secretly intervened.

If that were the case, he would have to be wary from now on.

But... was that possible?

White Zetsu's clones were spread throughout the underground of the entire base; not a single ripple could escape White Zetsu's detection.

Alright, even if someone possessed the ability to conceal themselves so effectively, to simultaneously possess extraordinary medical skills, the probability of that was hardly higher than Hashirama resurrecting before his eyes right now.

The second possibility was that this brat truly possessed some kind of power, a power that even he couldn't see or touch.

If that were the case, perhaps his future plans could incorporate an additional layer of insurance.

Resurrection...

A glint flashed in Madara's eyes. This might be another power that defied the boundaries of life and death, in addition to Impure World Reincarnation, Samsara of Heavenly Life Technique, and Life Reincarnation.

It was just that he didn't notice it at the time, or perhaps it was entirely consumed after reviving the child. After all, the more one desired, the more one had to pay. A resurrection without a price was clearly impossible. Therefore, it seemed reasonable that the 'energy that had completely dissipated' went undiscovered by him.

Thus, Madara, who had originally intended to kill and dissect the child, suddenly changed his mind. Perhaps this casual, unexpected move could bring him some pleasant surprise.

While deep in thought, White Zetsu walked in, bringing a small child with him.

The child's clothes were tattered and stained with blood. His small face was dirty, making it impossible to discern his looks, but the brilliance within his eyes seemed to hold a bit of interest...

The moment he truly saw a living 'old Madara,' Shimiya Aoba's eyes widened involuntarily.

He swore to the heavens, it was purely a reflex!

If one day you saw a living anime character appear before your eyes, your subconscious reaction would surely be the same expression!

Although he had already made some deductions upon seeing the 'distinctive' White Zetsu, he was still somewhat taken aback when it actually came to this point.

'Old Madara' was alive, so what year was it?

Such thoughts couldn't help but pop into Shimiya Aoba's mind, but in the next moment, something even more shocking happened.

Ding! System Activation Mission Triggered!

Mission Name: Brat's Counterattack

Mission Description: Pull out at least one of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path's 'tubes' plugged into Madara's back.

(Look at this dying old man in front of you, let's pull out his 'oxygen tube' and send him on his way, from the earnest compassionate face of a brat~)

Mission Reward: System officially activated, one mysterious Beginner's Gift Pack!

Mission Failure: System self-destructs on the spot (Don't ask, it's lived long enough and wants to die!)

After hearing the voice that suddenly echoed in his mind, Shimiya Aoba's eyeballs nearly popped out!

Although he had been expecting a golden finger, as it was a must-have for transmigrators...

But what kind of activation mission was this?!

Starting off with hell difficulty, what the heck!

And "brat's counterattack", pulling the tubes out from behind Madara...

Screw you!

Pulling the tubes from the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path behind Madara was practically asking for Madara's life!

Although the mission only required pulling out at least one, Shimiya Aoba looked at his current small arms and legs. Even in the world of Naruto, a 4-year-old child who hadn't received any training wouldn't have this ability.

Never mind that Madara was already on his last legs, he could kill a little brat like him without even lifting a finger; one look would probably finish him.

Even if Madara ignored him and let him "play around," he still wouldn't have the strength...

After all, the tubes extending from the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path couldn't possibly be so fragile that they'd break from a normal 4-year-old child's pull.

I'm gonna die, gonna die!

Shimiya Aoba retracted his wide eyes, lowered his head to avoid Madara's probing gaze, and frantically questioned in his mind, "System, where's the system! This mission is impossible to complete."

But this time, there was no response, as if everything that just happened was an illusion.

Damn it!

Shimiya Aoba cursed inwardly, then carefully reread the penalty for failing the mission... it was self-destruction of the system?

What's going on?

Could it be that if the mission failed, only the system itself would be punished? Is there such a good thing? Is this system broken!

Suddenly!

His expression stiffened, because he suddenly realized that this damn system was probably already integrated with him. If the system self-destructed, would he be okay???

This is truly a berserker!

Mutual destruction if you disagree!?

The only good news was probably that this damn mission didn't have a time limit, so... take it one step at a time, sigh!

Shimiya Aoba sighed inwardly, then heard a voice ring out in his ear.

"Brat, your name."

Shimiya Aoba looked up and found that Madara had finished sizing him up and spoken.

He didn't have the nerve to defy this major BOSS from the Naruto world, so he replied with a somewhat trembling tone, "Shimiya... Aoba."

Shimiya?

After recalling and confirming that there was no such surname as Shimiya among the great families in the entire ninja world, and he had never heard of any powerful figures with the surname Shimiya, Madara chuckled and shook his head. Hadn't he already confirmed it? Why would he still hold onto this sliver of hope.

Then his expression turned serious, and he asked something that made Shimiya Aoba's scalp tingle.

"The first time you saw me, I saw surprise in your eyes. Do you... know who I am?"

Upon hearing this, Shimiya Aoba felt cold sweat seeping out. Damn it, too careless!

If this aroused his suspicion and he forcibly checked his memories, discovering his secret of being a transmigator, then everything would be over!

No!

Calm down, I need to calm down!