I am Madara Uchiha.
Known as the Asura of the Ninja World, evenly matched with... the God of Shinobi!
Of course.
If Hashirama, that old bastard, hadn't used such underhanded tricks in the battle at the Valley of the End, I would have won long ago. I should have been called the only one to defeat the God of Shinobi!
However.
Looking at the bigger picture, he still won. After all... he was still alive, while Hashirama had already died!
With several tubes stuck into his back, Madara expressionlessly wiped the liquid dripping onto his face.
Sticky!
Thick!
This was...
Cement!
But.
He remembered that the base he had chosen was clearly located in a small country that had long since perished!
What was going on now?
And these past few days... there had been constant banging every day. What the hell were they doing?
It was loud enough to drive someone mad!
Didn't they know old people slept poorly?
Just then.
"Lord Madara, do you need to get up to pee?"
"..."
Madara Uchiha turned his head with a dark expression and looked at the grinning whirlpool-faced creature.
This idiot...
He said coldly, "What happened? Why has it been so noisy? Don't you know I need to sleep?"
Until he found someone who could act in his stead, he could not leave!
For true peace in the ninja world!
To prove that he was right!
Therefore, he had to survive!
He had to keep struggling to survive!
Only after everything was ready could he temporarily leave and wait for his true resurrection!
Thus, to keep this already decayed body alive, he had to remain asleep all day long!
"Eh~, did something happen?" The whirlpool-faced White Zetsu scratched his head, seeming somewhat embarrassed. "I've been creating art lately, so I don't know! How about I go outside and take a look? Lord Madara can get up and relieve himself first, big—"
Before he could finish.
"Shut up!"
Madara's face immediately darkened. If he could afford to lose his temper right now, he would have dried this guy into a husk long ago!
How had he created such a thing?
Sure enough, Hashirama's cells brought nothing but stupidity!
That idiot Hashirama!
Just as he cursed inwardly.
Then.
Another White Zetsu emerged from the ground beside him and said cheerfully, "Lord Madara, ignore that idiot Fei! I know what's going on!"
"Speak!"
"Two years ago, someone quelled the civil unrest in the Land of Grass. The Land of Grass is being rebuilt now, so it's this noisy!"
However.
The moment those words fell.
"..."
Rebuilding the Land of Grass?
Madara silently looked at the pillar that had nearly been chiseled through.
His base was extremely deep!
What were they building that required them to dig this deep?
They were digging a tunnel, weren't they?!
"It seems the Land of Grass finally has peace! So those people are incredibly enthusiastic about rebuilding it!" Seemingly noticing Lord Madara's confusion, the White Zetsu gave an awkward laugh. "That's why it's so excessive! Oh, right, that guy also brought Lord Madara's eyes to the Land of Grass! I was just about to tell you!"
"My eyes... that Uzumaki Clan baby from back then?"
Madara seemed to recall something.
However.
"Why did he bring him to the Land of Grass?" A sneer appeared on his lips. "Could he also be after my eyes? That brat should be grown up by now, right? How has he been living? With greedy people watching him, he probably hasn't had an easy life!"
"Eh~, after coming to the Land of Grass, he's actually been living quite well!"
He ate well, dressed warmly, had no war to worry about, and his mother was with him!
The White Zetsu scratched his head as well. "And the current leader of the Land of Grass even took him as a disciple and treats him quite well! It doesn't look like he covets Lord Madara's eyes!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Madara froze, then frowned. His gaze turned resolute as he said, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Those are the Rinnegan! Eyes said to have belonged only to the Sage of Six Paths! That leader of the Land of Grass... if he keeps that boy at his side without wanting my eyes, then what does he want?"
"Maybe... he wants his mother instead~"
"???"
What the hell?!
Madara, who had been sneering just moments ago, looked as though he had choked. He stared blankly at the White Zetsu before him, completely stunned.
As if he had heard wrong!
If not the Rinnegan, then what?
That wasn't ninja-like at all!
He opened his mouth, then closed it again. As though something had lodged in his throat, he did not know what to say.
Only after a moment did he finally recover. With a cold sneer, he said disdainfully, "Just... just like Hashirama? Coveting women! A fool who lost himself! A complete idiot!"
"..."
That might have been a little different!
It seemed Lord Madara held a deep grudge against Hashirama Senju from back then!
Of course, the White Zetsu would not say that aloud. Hashirama Senju was a landmine!
Only Lord Madara could talk about him. No one else could. If they said the wrong thing, Lord Madara would be displeased!
Seeing Lord Madara continue to sneer, he quickly added, "Did they disturb Lord Madara? Should we think of a way to throw the Land of Grass into chaos again? It's only the Land of Grass! I'm sure we can settle it soon!"
No matter what.
Madara Uchiha was now their master, an important piece in rescuing Kaguya. Therefore, nothing could go wrong!
However.
"No need!" After pondering for a moment, Madara, his face covered in wrinkles, shook his head and said calmly, "This is not the time to expose ourselves!"
He had not prepared anything yet!
Therefore, for peace in the ninja world, to prove he was right, and for Hashirama... every action now had to be handled carefully. They absolutely could not be discovered!
Since that person had managed to quell the Land of Grass by himself, even if it was merely a tiny country, his strength was likely not bad.
These foolish White Zetsu were absolutely no match for him!
"Since we have not been discovered, and those people are merely building some random nonsense, leave them alone!"
"What you need to do now is continue following the plan I laid out! Then, keep watch over my eyes and find suitable people for me!"
Madara raised his head to look at the enormous pillar that had been driven through, then fell silent again. "Fill in that hole! Do not expose us! Just wait for them to finish on their own! They can't possibly build for an entire year!"
"Lord Madara is wise!" Hearing Madara's order, the White Zetsu nodded and hurriedly flattered him. "I took a look earlier. At most, it should take about a month... to finish building!"
"One month? Then I'll wait one month before returning to deep sleep!"
"One month should be about enough, right?"
Kusana, still unaware that the academy was being built atop Madara's grave... or rather, cave, since the White Zetsu had dug rather deep as well!
He looked at the thick stack of papers on his desk.
These were the teaching materials he had prepared for the upcoming school!
That was right.
He had written them himself!
After all, education was of utmost importance. There could be no carelessness!
Otherwise.
What if something went wrong?
As he pondered, Kusana muttered to himself, "Morning reading is essential! The sound of loud reading... how pleasant is that?"
And mornings were the golden time for memory. Their minds were clear, and they remembered things quickly and firmly. Morning reading could help children wake up their spirits and prepare their minds for a day of learning!
"Morning exercises can't be left out either! Having a strong body is even more important! Whether they are ninjutsu ninja or genjutsu ninja, as long as they are ninja of Kusagakure, they must have strong bodies!"
They could even have loud broadcasts then, which would help the children drive away their sleepiness!
And after-school recreational activities... children, how about some ninjutsu sports?
Maybe basketball?
With some ninja flair added?
In this era lacking entertainment, there was no pastime more interesting than sports!
Come to think of it, the school had a sports field too!
The more he thought about it.
The more Kusana could not help smiling. Then, as though recalling something, he sighed. "Unfortunately! There seem to be very few chunin and jonin in the Land of Grass qualified to be teachers!"
After all, most chunin and jonin had their own missions to carry out!
There were still too few people!
As soon as he finished speaking.
"Knock, knock~"
A knocking sound rang out.
Kusana snapped back to his senses, looked toward the door, and called out, "Come in!"
"Amang!" Kana entered with an excited expression, but when she saw the thick stack of documents on Mang's desk, she knew he was busy. She immediately calmed down, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Amang... did I disturb you?"
"It's fine! I'm already done. Tell me!" Kusana shook his head. "From the looks of it... it should be good news?"
"Mujie just sent word. It seems they found some members of the Uzumaki Clan!"
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