Uchiha Madara's Pain, Reversing the Izuna True Scripture

The Land of Frost.

This small country, situated in the Buffer Zone between the three major powers of fire, earth, and thunder, has a peninsula extending out to the north.

Because the territory is frequently embroiled in war, and the peninsula is a dead end bordering the sea.

The ninjas trapped here would most likely die, and over time No-Man was willing to come.

This place is known as the Graveyard of Mountains, and it was also the base of Madara Uchiha, the Asura of the Ninja World.

And within this secret base...

Uchiha Madara sat on a hard, wide stone chair.

Behind him was a colossal creature.

It looks like a human, but it's only humanoid.

The monster sat cross-legged, its wrists clasped together and raised in a lotus shape, its entire body covered in wooden protrusions.

Several tubes connected from its body to Uchiha Madara's back, infusing its master with Chakra.

And the other links, winding out from it like branches, seem to be nurturing something, like fruit—

This is the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path summoned by Uchiha Madara after he Rinnegan.

"I'm mysterious~ I'm the mysterious one~ What does poop really feel like~"

Obito observed that his White Zetsu was humming a tune as it emerged from the ground.

Uchiha Madara sighed silently.

Spending every day with these Degenerate, he felt his IQ was declining.

They keep talking about things like poop.

Uchiha Madara did punish them before, killing dozens of them.

But that's just how these kids are; even when they're raised to be new, they'll still ask what poop feels like, as if it's a question etched into their very being.

Over time, Uchiha Madara.

They're not afraid of death; even after they die, they'll still question you. What can you do but accept it?

Whenever he thought about this, Uchiha Madara felt a sense of desolation.

His life was magnificent and legendary; although he couldn't defeat Hashirama, he was still known as the Asura of Shinobi.

As a result, when he grew old, he had to spend his days with these intellectually disabled Artificial Human.

People would laugh at me if they told anyone!

If Hashirama knew that people asked him Tenten day what it felt like to poop, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

Uchiha Madara felt like he wanted to die.

Sometimes, Uchiha Madara wondered if this was Hashirama's silent punishment for him, for secretly taking a bite out of Hashirama.

"Shut your mouth!" Uchiha Madara voice.

"Yes, Lord Madara!" White Zetsu shuddered, then grinned broadly, running up to Uchiha Madara and clamoring for praise, "Madara~ Madara~ Lord Madara-- "

"I found the Uchiha you were looking for!"

"The kind who's a bit silly, kind, loves family, and is also talented!"

Uchiha Madara's eyes narrowed, and he slowly pushed aside the tubes behind him.

He got up and stretched, slightly gathering his Chakra.

His mood was somewhat heavy; he hadn't become younger, but was still aging at a slow pace.

He awakened his Rinnegan too late.

Only when his life force was exhausted did he obtain those Sage eyes, which allowed him to summon the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.

Therefore, even though awakening the Rinnegan brought him a large amount of Chakra, it still couldn't restore his body, which was severely damaged by aging, to its peak condition.

The only way to slow down aging is by infusing Chakra into the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.

Uchiha Madara could sense that if this dragged on for another ten years, he would reach a point where he couldn't even remove the tubes.

They are completely dependent on the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path to prolong their existence.

"Tell me," Uchiha Madara irritably, waving his hand dismissively.

To be honest, Uchiha Madara had also considered that if he could further develop the Rinnegan's abilities, combined with White Zetsu's pervasive intelligence gathering capabilities, he might have found a good way to restore his body.

It's just that this is really time-consuming and laborious.

In a completely isolated environment, he only has his own Yin-Yang Release creation and a mentally challenged Artificial Human.

Maintaining consistent communication with these intellectually disabled individuals and devising various plans still doesn't guarantee a positive outcome.

Uchiha Madara felt like dying.

The once-mighty Shinobi World demon, is he really going to patiently become a kindergarten teacher who communicates with Poop Superman?

His proud Uchiha blood made it impossible for him to endure such a life.

"There was a child, probably named Obito Uchiha!"

"On his way home, he got so worried about his grandma because of just a few words, and he suddenly activated his Sharingan while running!"

"And he's usually very friendly, loves to help others, and helps people cross the street—" White Zetsu muttered.

Under Uchiha Madara's orders, many White Zetsu were hidden in Uchiha Clan Compound, constantly observing the clan's rising stars.

"Um--"

Uchiha Madara slightly, pondering, "It's barely acceptable."

He closed his eyes and recalled what Izuna had once told him.

"The truly talented members of our people are not what outsiders stereotype them to be."

"He appears aloof and powerful, but in reality, his potential is likely already locked in; he's just an average person."

"On the contrary, it's those kind-hearted, deeply affectionate, and even somewhat unreliable and eccentric ones—"

"The power of Uchiha is buried deep within the hearts of these clansmen."

"Yet they were seen by many in their clan as cowards, not fitting the image of the Uchiha— "

"We must protect these clansmen, brother, and let them feel the love of the clan. Only then can you become the best Clan Head in the history of the Uchiha Clan!"

Nearly fifty years have passed since those words were spoken.

But the echo in Uchiha Madara's ears was as vivid as if it were just yesterday.

But Uchiha Madara is no longer able to take care of his clan members using his brother's words.

He even wants to practice the True Scripture in reverse!

My younger brother said that these people in our tribe have potential and should be taken good care of.

Conversely, wouldn't this mean that Uchiha are more prone to turning evil and easier to control?

There was nothing he could do; his people wouldn't go with him.

However, Uchiha Madara also suffered internally because of this, breaking his promise to Izuna to take care of the clan.

However, the grand vision of the Eye of the Moon Plan somewhat alleviated his sense of guilt.

It's okay, it's all the same.

"You still need to look for someone who is intelligent and wise enough, but also kind and loving—"

"Ideally, they should also have excellent talent and sufficient intelligence," Uchiha Madara voice.

Compared to finding a puppet--

Actually, Uchiha Madara wanted to find a meal replacement for Izuna.

Assuming it truly exists, after thorough testing—

Uchiha Madara was even willing to confide in this Spokesperson Plan!

Elderly people living alone desperately need interaction, especially when someone with intellectual disabilities keeps asking them about bowel movements.

"Lord Madara, are you making a wish here?"

The White Zetsu picked its nose. "Hey, that's impossible! Even I can guess you're reminiscing about someone—"

"Just make do with it! I think Obito is fine, what do you think?"

Uchiha Madara took a deep breath, his fist hardening.

But it wouldn't make much difference if you punched this White Zetsu to pieces, because the next one would be just as stupid.

"Yubi, come here!" Uchiha Madara raised his voice slightly.

Not far away, a White Zetsu Uzumaki hair swaggered over. "What's wrong, Lord Madara! But I've given myself a new name, Tobi!"

Uchiha Madara showed great tolerance towards this White Zetsu: "Alright, then it'll be Tobi— "

Because it is intelligent and special, it can even use Wood Release and Ninjutsu.

They are among the few White Zetsu that resemble humans.

"You led a squad of White Zetsu, secretly monitoring the Uchiha Clan Compound— "

"But remember this." Uchiha Madara took out a map, pondered for a moment, and then drew a circle on it.

"Don't go into this area yet. Mito might sense it. After all, that woman is Hashirama's lover, and her abilities are troublesome."

"But she's probably dying soon, that'll make things easier."

"Thankfully, that disgusting Tobirama Senju Tobirama —he combined the Uchiha Police Force with the Konoha Prison, since the clan's territory is remote—"

Uchiha Madara.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been convenient for Mito to find Spokesperson Plan for White Zetsu before he died.

Given the intelligence of most White Zetsu, it would be extremely difficult to get them to control their malice.

"Yes, Lord Madara!"

Uchiha Madara waved his hand, dismissing the White Zetsu.

He felt very tired.

Originally, there was no need to choose a successor from the Uchiha Clan.

He chose Nagato.

But Uchiha Madara never expected that Konoha, a seemingly innocent but actually Byakuren Jiraiya, would emerge from this barren land of Konoha!

Uchiha Madara originally planned that after Jiraiya displayed the malice and greed expected of a normal ninja—

Using the grudges between Nagato and Konoha, he suddenly appeared and killed Jiraiya, guiding this hatred to cultivate him into his own Spokesperson Plan.

Jiraiya saw the kids from another village, who seemed to possess the Rinnegan, he didn't try to steal them. Instead, Isshin on teaching these children how to protect themselves!

They even played a little Frog Squad pretend play game.

Uchiha Madara has been observing this for three years.

As a result, Jiraiya like that, which truly planted the seed of peace in Nagato's heart.

"Was that matter taken care of?" Uchiha Madara seemed to be talking to himself.

From within his shadow, a dark creature responded, its name Black Zetsu: "The news of Nagato and the others' deaths has been spread. That Konoha Ninja already knows and won't be searching for them for now—"

"Nagato are also experiencing the suffering of the Shinobi World; I believe they will soon understand that this place is hell—"

Uchiha Madara nodded.

He leaned back and reconnected the tube to himself.

"By the way, Lord Madara— " Black Zetsu said softly, "Konoha seems to be acting strangely! They've acquired a lot of money and even distributed a considerable amount to the Uchiha Clan— "

"We've got Obito too, what should we do?"

Uchiha Madara frowned, but then shook his head. "Don't bother with it. It won't change the cruel ninja world at all; it's a futile effort."

Do they give money to the Uchiha Clan?

It's something that clearly has ill intentions!

But since it can make things a little better for the people, then let's leave it at that for now.

Not interfering is his way of making amends.

Besides, money is meaningless in this world.

Only the Rinnegan and Eye of the Moon Plan make sense.

Uchiha Madara fell into a deep sleep, no longer responding to Black Zetsu's words.

Black Zetsu, hidden in the shadows, sighed inwardly.

Finally, a reincarnation of Indra capable of awakening the Rinnegan has appeared.

But it was still too late.

Without some kind of mental stimulation, they've lost their drive and Isshin on this Spokesperson Project.

Black Zetsu absolutely pessimistic about this plan.

It can only be said that without me, this plan would be riddled with flaws.

Fortunately, it can keep track of things in real time, and mobilize and manage White Zetsu to clean up Uchiha Madara's mess!

Hiruzen Sarutobi, who was criticized by Uchiha Madara as meaningless.

He didn't know.

Even if I knew, I wouldn't care.

Because of the changes made to Konoha, his talent seemed to have increased even further, and his training had accelerated.

The Lord Hokage arrived at Konoha's Research Lab.

He discussed the village's next research plans with Orochimaru, Tsunade, Tsunade, and Hiruko.

Konoha cannot stop here!