Inside the cave, Madara spoke in a low voice about the profound principles of ninjutsu, occasionally demonstrating them himself. He spoke extremely fast; an ordinary person would have struggled even to hear what he was saying clearly, let alone understand and learn it.
Meanwhile, Obito sat beside him, listening quietly with a blank expression. He neither nodded in agreement nor asked any questions. Judging by his reaction, he looked like a poor student whose mind had wandered off.
However, a closer look would reveal that there was not the slightest confusion in his eyes. Instead, they shone with intelligence and thoughtfulness—the kind of expression only a top student showed while listening to a lesson.
The atmosphere of this lesson between the two was far too stifling. There was none of the warmth of master and disciple, nor any feeling of passing down teachings. It was like two cold computers connecting data: one responsible for output, the other for input.
No one knew how long this strange learning process had lasted when an unusual noise suddenly echoed through the cave, interrupting their lesson.
A white figure slowly rose from the ground, making creaking sounds as it did so, like a mushroom rapidly sprouting from the earth. This figure was White Zetsu, moving with the Mayfly Technique!
Madara showed no displeasure at having his lesson interrupted. Looking down at White Zetsu, he asked expressionlessly, "What happened?"
"Skywalker has led his forces ashore in the Land of Water! Six hundred thousand Konoha shinobi are searching the entire central island from the outskirts under his command. Like hounds, they aren't leaving a single corner unchecked! At this rate, it's only a matter of time before they find us!" White Zetsu said in a shrill, rapid voice.
"Skywalker!" Madara repeated the name coldly, his brows