In the deep forest, several thick branches rose from the ground, two of which pierced through two ninjas dressed as Anbu, blood dripping continuously.
The sound of blood dripping to the ground was exceptionally clear in this tranquil forest.
Not far away, Uchiha Wada lay face down on the ground, with two Ninja Blade stuck in his back; he was clearly dead.
Beside Wada's corpse, Uchiha Setsuna, who had witnessed Yaowan's rampage, skillfully concealed his gloating expression behind his mask. Seeing his old friend die tragically before his eyes because of his scheme, he felt no emotion whatsoever.
He crouched down, gouged out Wada's eyes, and placed them into a pre-prepared container. In an instant, he dismissed the White Zetsu who had been following him, and then leaned against a branch made of Yaowan Wood Release, quietly waiting for the person he had been tricked to arrive.
"Come out, brat, I've sensed you."
After waiting for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly turned his head and focused his gaze on something not far away.
"Aren't you coming out, or are you waiting—"
Before he could finish speaking, he felt a chill behind him and suddenly bent down to dodge the attack of the Senbon. Then, he drew his sword and cut the Ice Mirror behind him in two.
"Shuriken Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
Kazashiro's voice rang out in the woods, followed by a dense barrage of shuriken.
"That's all there is to it."
He activated his Sharingan, and in a flash, he saw the shuriken whistling towards him and quickly saw through its weakness.
He threw several shuriken, and amidst the clanging of metal, some of them were forcibly altered from their trajectories, causing them all to collide with each other in mid-air, resulting in none of them landing near Setsuna.
"Stop struggling. I have all the information about you, including that you have mastered the Flying Thunder God Technique created by the evil Tobirama."
He tilted his head to dodge the attack of the Flying Thunder God Kunai, Fudō moving his feet, he swung his sword behind him to block Kazashiro, who had come to him from behind using the Flying Thunder God Technique.
Kazashiro, who had been forcefully spread out, dared not delay. He let the Flying Thunder God Kunai fall to the ground, while he dodged behind a tree, cursing inwardly at the troublesome person in front of him.
Just as I suspected, it was indeed a conspiracy.
The two corpses on the tree trunk were clearly those of Yamanaka Zen and Shimura Ikko.
But whose is that corpse on the ground?
And who is this Masked Man in front of us?
Judging from his nimble movements, the Masked Man is definitely not Madara Uchiha.
Is she a successor to the freckles?
If so, it proves that Obito is no longer in danger. So, what was the purpose of the other party luring him here?
Fire Style: Great Fire Annihilation!
Before Kazashiro could figure out the connections, the fierce flames spewed from his mouth in an instant made him realize that now was not the time to think.
"Water Release · Water Wall!"
Seeing that the range of the Fire Style was extremely large, Kazashiro had no choice but to use Water Release to defend against it.
However, to avoid the water vapor that would obscure his vision, Kazashiro mixed in ice-attribute Chakra.
The first wave rushing towards the Fire Style froze into ice, and the thick ice wall blocked the Fire Style's attack.
"A rational choice."
The sudden sound from the left alerted Kazashiro that his opponent had begun to move. Seeing the red light flashing from the hole in the opponent's mask, Kazashiro was certain that the enemy was indeed an Uchiha.
Avoid eye contact with him!
Bending down to dodge the shuriken attack, Kazashiro vanished into the ice wave he had created behind him.
"Fire Style: Dragon Flame Song Jutsu!"
Seeing Kazashiro disappear into the ice crystals, Shana immediately began forming hand seals without hesitation, spitting out four dragon-head-shaped flames and blasting the ice layer with brute force.
"We succeeded."
Sensing that the ice layer was about to be blasted apart, Kazashiro emerged from it. Seeing that Setsuna hadn't noticed the Flying Thunder God Kunai that had fallen to the ground earlier, he moved directly to that spot and thrust out the Senbon in his hand.
"I succeeded, you brat."
What came into Feng Byakugan was not a back that was suddenly wide open, but a pair of Sharingan with three Tomoe.
A mere glance was enough to make Kazashiro's eyes glaze over, and the Senbon in his hand slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.
"Hmph, what White Death God? In the end, he's just an ordinary brat from the Shimura Clan. The ninjas nowadays are much weaker than they were back then, yet this brat can wreak havoc everywhere."
Looking at Kazashiro, who stood motionless in place, a cold smile appeared on his face. While mocking the current weakness of the Shinobi World, he also began to reminisce about the days when he dominated the battlefield.
Back then, wasn't I just a little brat in the eyes of the strong?
Especially Tobirama, who, as an elite member of the Military Police Force, was defeated by the opponent in one move. Fortunately, that old devil Tobirama had already died at the hands of the Gold and Silver Brothers, otherwise, with only the aging Madara Uchiha as his backer, he really wouldn't dare to easily appear in the Shinobi World.
"Next, we'll stuff the Three-Tails into this brat's body, then let him escape back to Konoha, and let those Mist Ninja control the Three-Tails to go berserk. Hehehe, Shimura Danzō, I'm going to make you kill your own son with your own hands! Hahahaha!"
With a burst of maniacal laughter, Uchiha Setsuna controlled Kazashiro to follow behind him, leading the enemy toward the secret stronghold of the Mist Ninja.
As for the corpses of Wada and the two Root?
Let them rot and stink in this forest.
The forest returned to silence.
Meanwhile, the blood of Yamanaka Zen and Shimura Ikko had long since drained away, and the previous dripping sound was no longer heard.
"You two! I was waiting for you to teach that kid Kabuto a lesson, and you went to meet the Six Paths first!"
Two cold glints flashed, and the branches that had pierced the two corpses were split open, freeing them from their restraints.
Using the tip of his knife to pry open the mask on the corpse's face, a familiar face appeared before him, and Kazashiro sighed.
"Luckily, I was clever enough to use nearly two-thirds of my Chakra to create a Shadow Clone that wouldn't be easily destroyed, otherwise I really would have fallen for that bastard's trick."
While marveling at his own cleverness, Kazashiro's tone carried a hint of sadness.
His main body remained hidden in the distance, and all the search operations and battles with Setsuna were carried out by his Shadow Clone.
Only when there was no more movement in the woods did he dare to cautiously approach the area.
This also meant he couldn't see the scene of the Shadow Clone fighting Setsuna, resulting in him currently having no information about the opponent.
Of course, if he chooses to dispel the Shadow Clone Technique now, he can immediately understand the previous battle, but then he will not be able to figure out the purpose of the other party not immediately "killing" him.
Let's just wait for the Shadow Clone to dissipate naturally.
"I don't have time to collect your bodies. I still need to follow that guy and see what kind of person he is. But I promise you, no matter how many years it takes, I will cut off that bastard's head to pay tribute to you!"
Without looking at the corpses anymore, Kazashiro composed himself and chased after the direction the other person had left in.