"View memory?"
Uchiha Madara, who was leaning on Demonic Statue, had a glimmer of light in his cloudy eyes.
Although his body has decayed, his brain is still the same Asura of the Ninja World that has no plans left.
"Boy, things like memory are elusive. How do you let me see what's in his mind? Illusion can be faked."
"Illusion?"
Tobirama chuckled, and his eyes changed to Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan.
"Madara, you underestimate these eyes."
"This is the power that surpasses Indra and Ashura and directly catches up with Sage of Six Paths."
"Retrieve memories, this is one of the abilities that I, Mangekyo, acquired."
After saying that, Tobirama's five fingers formed into claws and clasped on Black Zetsu's head.
"Soul peeling off."
"Ahhhh!!"
Black Zetsu let out a shrill scream, which came from the fear deep in the soul.
"Lord Madara! Don't believe him! This is a trap!"
"He wants to use his pupil technique to control your mind! I am your will! How can you doubt yourself?"
"Kill him quickly! Control Demonic Statue and kill him!"
Black Zetsu struggled wildly, and his body was like soft mud, trying to slip away from Tobirama's fingers, but the hand was like an iron pliers, unable to move at all.
Watching this scene, Madara had a trace of doubt that was completely dissipated after seeing Black Zetsu lose his composure.
If there is nothing wrong with you, why are you so afraid?
As his will, he should not show such an ugly attitude of greed for life and fear of death when facing foreign enemies.
"Too noisy."
Madara uttered three words coldly and looked at Tobirama with firm eyes:
"Let's do it. I want to see what's hidden in this black mud."
"As you wish."
Tobirama has a great blue light in his hands.
"Come... out!"
Hiss!
There was a sound like a tearing piece of cloth.
A ball of faint green light was forcefully pulled out of Black Zetsu's body by Tobirama.
Inside, Black Zetsu's memories of thousands of years are carried.
Black Zetsu instantly succumbed and collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, still muttering to himself, "It's over... it's all over... mother..."
Tobirama casually pushed the ball of memory light in front of Madara and suspended it in mid-air.
"Put your hand up and input chakra."
"You'll see everything you need to know. Including... how you were played like a fool for decades."
Madara took a deep breath, raised his thin hand tremblingly, and pressed it on the ball of light.
Chakra infusion.
Buzz!
In an instant, a massive flow of information rushed into Madara's mind.
Time seems to stand still at this moment.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Madara's expression began to change drastically.
From calm at the beginning, to confusion, to shock, and finally to extreme distortion and rage.
He saw it.
He saw that Black Zetsu had modified the stele of Naka Shrine and changed it to Infinite Tsukuyomi.
He saw Black Zetsu whispering in his ear, guiding him to transplant Hashirama's cells.
He saw Black Zetsu secretly laughing at him as a self-righteous fool and a perfect chess piece.
Even Obito and Nagato are part of the Black Zetsu plan.
The so-called Moon Eye Plan is a scam from beginning to end to resurrect Otsutsuki Kaguya!
"Roar ah ah ah!"
A shrill roar erupted from Madara's dry throat.
This voice was filled with endless anger and self-deprecation for his lifelong reputation.
"Fake... all fake!"
"Infinite Tsukuyomi is fake! Peace is fake!!"
"I...Uchiha Madara... was actually played with by a ball of black mud... in the palm of my hand?"
Poof!
Urgent fire attacked his heart, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out from Madara's body, and his breath was instantly sluggish to the extreme.
That's ridiculous.
He calls himself a chess player, using heaven and earth as his chessboard and all living beings as his chess pieces.
In the end, he is the most miserable clown!
"Lord Madara..."
Black Zetsu on the ground looked at this scene in despair, knowing that the situation was over.
Since he could no longer pretend, only half of his face showed a malicious look:
"Hehe... hehehe..."
"Uchiha Madara, don't feel wronged."
"Indra couldn't see through my scheme. It's your honor that you, a mortal, can contribute to the resurrection of Mother!"
"And you! Tobirama Uchiha!" Black Zetsu stared at Tobirama, "You ruined your mother's resurrection! You will be punished! This world will eventually..."
"These are your last words?"
Tobirama is too lazy to listen to his nonsense.
For this kind of shit-stirring stick, leaving it for a second longer will pollute the air.
"Destroy it."
Tobirama spreads his palm, Yin-Yang Release starts.
"No!! Mother!! Save me..."
Sizzle!
Under the erosion of Yin-Yang Release, Black Zetsu didn't even have a chance to regenerate. It instantly turned into a burst of black smoke and completely dissipated in this world.
Ninja World's biggest mastermind, Pawn.
Dead silence returned to the cave.
The only sound was Madara's heavy breathing.
He seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, and the sparkle in his eyes was almost extinguished.
A lifelong pursuit has turned into a joke. This blow is more uncomfortable for the proud Madara than killing him.
"Okay, the garbage has been cleaned up."
Tobirama clapped his hands and looked at the decadent old man in front of him.
"What? Are you desperate?"
"Dangdang Asura of the Ninja World, is your mental quality so poor?"
Madara raised his head, and his pair of Rinnegan were dim and dull.
"Tobirama... I lost."
"I didn't lose to Hashirama, I lost to my own stupidity."
"Now the truth is out, and you have seen my joke. Are you here to kill me? Just do it, I don't even have the strength to resist now."
"Kill you?"
Tobirama shook his head, walked up to Madara, and looked at him condescendingly.
"I didn't come all this way just to kill a waning old man."
"That kind of thing doesn't give you any sense of achievement at all."
"Then what do you want to do?" Madara frowned.
Tobirama stretched out a hand and extended an invitation to Madara:
"Madara, since the old dream is shattered, let's get a new one."
"Infinite Tsukuyomi is fake, but peace is real."
"I am building a brand new Ninja World, an empire without Feudal Lord, without nobles, and with ninjas in charge."
"Are you interested in working with me?"
"We join forces and no one can stop us."
Madara was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly.
He looked at the tube connected to Demonic Statue, and then at his withered arm.
"Fuck you?"
"Tobirama, you think too highly of me."
"Look at what I'm like now, all thanks to Demonic Statue. I can't survive even a minute if I leave here."
There is nothing better than this when a hero dies.
"Body?"
Tobirama The corners of his mouth curved into a confident and arrogant arc.
"As long as you think about it, it's not a problem."
"What do you mean?" Madara was stunned.
Tobirama didn't explain, but closed his left eye suddenly and opened his right eye.
The Nine-Tomoe Rinnegan rotated crazily, and a strange wave that had never been seen before and seemed to be able to distort reality erupted.
Right eye pupil surgery·Omnipotence!
"My right eye has the ability to turn everything I want into reality."
Tobirama's voice became solemn and grand:
"I'm starting Prayer now!"
"Give me... the power of Life Control!"
In an instant, Tobirama felt that he had a new ability. As long as he activated it, he could use Natural Energy to change a person's lifespan.
Buzz!
A pillar of green-gold light that was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it fell from the sky and directly enveloped Uchiha Madara who was sitting in front of Demonic Statue.
This power contains huge Natural Energy and Yang Release Chakra, which are the most original power of life.
"What... what is this?!"
Madara's eyes widened.
He felt a warm current rushing through his decaying body.
Dry skin begins to become plump and rosy.
Gray hair becomes darker and longer at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The atrophied muscles swelled again, full of explosive power.
"Crack!"
The Demonic Statue of the Outer Path tube connected to his back collapsed due to the repulsion of this huge life force!
But Madara did not die.
Instead... his heart began to beat vigorously!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Like war drums and thunder!
"This is impossible..."
Madara looked at his rejuvenated hands and felt the terrifying power in his body that even surpassed his heyday.
Rejuvenation?
This is Divine Miracle that only Sage of Six Paths can do, right?
How strong is this Tobirama Uchiha?
The light dissipated.
The old man who was dying has disappeared.
Instead, there is a domineering young man Uchiha Madara wearing a red battle armor, with dancing long hair!
Return to the peak of eighteen years old!
Tobirama looked at his masterpiece and nodded with satisfaction.
Although this move put his right eye ability on a seven-day cooldown, in exchange for a peak Uchiha Madara as a thug, he gained a lot of blood.
"How is it? Are you satisfied with this body?"
Tobirama crossed his arms and smiled.
Madara clenched his fist, and the long-lost sense of strength made him want to look up to the sky and scream.
He raised his head, and the fighting spirit was rekindled in his pair of Rinnegan.
This time, it is no longer blinded fanaticism, but pure arrogance belonging to the strong.
"Tobirama Uchiha..."
Madara looked at Tobirama with extremely complicated eyes.
Shock, gratitude, fear... eventually turned into a strong desire to win.
"You are such a monster."
"I didn't expect that Uchiha Clan would have such a heaven-defying existence as you."
"Since you gave me a new life, it stands to reason that I should repay you."
The blue chakra on Madara's body suddenly exploded, and instantly transformed into the initial form of Susanoo, which was dozens of meters high, and his big hand directly grabbed Tobirama.
"But!"
"You want me to surrender, you want me to do it with you..."
"Favours alone are not enough!"
"In this Ninja World, only the strong are worthy of commanding Uchiha Madara!"
Madara laughed wildly, his eyes boiling with fighting spirit:
"Come on! Tobirama!"
"Let me see if you are qualified to be the new king of Ninja World!"
"If you can defeat this old man in his heyday... it won't matter if I sell my life to you!!"
Tobirama faced the Susanoo giant fist that hit him. Instead of hiding, he licked his lips excitedly.
He knew it.
If this thing were obedient, it wouldn't be Uchiha Madara.
Fortunately, he also had itchy hands.
"Then come on!"
"I'll beat you until you're convinced!"
Susanoo, open!
Boom!
A Susanoo that was more solid and larger than Madara's Susanoo instantly stood up from the ground and punched him.
"Dance! Madara!!"