In the Land of Rain, Madara, wearing a straw raincoat that covered his red armor and with every trace of his presence restrained, strolled through the streets of Amegakure, looking around. "That kid Nagato isn't planning to take on Konoha with this level of strength, is he?"
"I'm not sure. He did have that plan back then, but later, as Konoha's strength kept growing, he gave up on it. Also, he seems to have discovered the problem with his eyes. He's been avoiding me, intentionally or otherwise, in many matters."
"Oh? Something like that happened?" Hearing Black Zetsu's words from inside the raincoat, Madara raised an eyebrow, and his steps came to a stop.
He had personally transplanted Nagato's eyes into him. In that regard, he still had some confidence. The Uchiha's eye-transplantation techniques were already unrivaled in the Shinobi World, and he was one of the very best among them.
And strictly speaking, the Rinnegan was not Yin Release. It merely leaned toward Yin Release. So in theory, Nagato's Uzumaki bloodline could also give birth to the Rinnegan.
That was also why he had chosen Nagato. But now, to think he had actually been discovered.
After a brief moment of surprise, the corners of Madara's mouth curved up slightly. Things were becoming more and more interesting.
Madara continued walking toward the Central Tower. This time, he no longer observed Amegakure's situation. There was no point anymore. At this level, they were nothing but burdens. The only value in their existence was becoming material for White Zetsu!
Along the way, Amegakure's sentries, both in the open and hidden in the shadows, were all no different from decorations before Madara's ocular power. Just like that, he swaggered toward the Central Tower.
With Black Zetsu's warnings, he avoided the defensive formulas one