The General Didn't Care

Flying Kite's expression turned serious when she saw the giant wooden figure before her.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, he was likely no match for this level of Wood Release.

However, the enemy's strength is not a reason for him to run away.

He Hand Seals, connecting with the weapon in the air.

"Magnet Release: Iron Prison Wind Kill!"

Buzz!

The sky was filled with dark, cloud-like steel ninja tools, which immediately rained down from all directions of the giant wooden figure like a black storm.

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

The ninja tools were launched at such high speeds that they produced deafening explosions upon contact with the ground and buildings.

The giant wooden figure waved its arms, sweeping away the black rainstorm from the sky.

The wooden dummy was riddled with holes and splinters, all wounds inflicted by ninja tools.

Dust billowed around the wooden figure, and the ground and nearby buildings were blasted apart by ninja tools, turning them into a horrific ruin.

The houses behind the wooden figures were almost completely intact, and both sides deliberately avoided that area.

Sakumo and Ryoma sprang into action, bypassing the wooden figures and charging forward.

Don't even think about going there!

Tobi shouted, urging the wooden figure to move forward.

The wounds inflicted on the wooden figure by the bombing healed at an astonishing speed.

"Wood Release: Wood Dragon Jutsu!"

Tobi Hand Seals, and a giant Wood Dragon grew from the neck of the wooden figure, roaring as it charged towards Sakumo and Ryoma below.

Sizzle

The sound of chains echoed in the air as three golden chains shot out from behind Sakura Hime, tightly binding the Wood Dragon and restraining it in place.

The golden chains then followed the Wood Dragon and wrapped around the wooden figure.

Tobi quickly released the Wood Dragon and controlled the wooden figure to retreat.

Sealing Jutsu are still too dangerous.

Boom!

A loud explosion resounded behind the wooden figure.

"Waaaaaah!"

Tobi screamed in panic, lost his balance, and fell flat on his face on the wooden figure's head.

It turned its head and saw a black iron giant made up of countless broken ninja tools, its entire body covered with sharp, irregular spikes.

With each step, the ground seemed to be slashed open by countless swords, leaving crisscrossing wounds.

"Magnet Release: Black Iron Nightmare Puppet!"

Flying Kite controlled the black iron monster to run forward, and once again swung his fist, which was covered with sharp barbs, at the wooden man.

"You're all despicable! Tobi is angry; he's going to stuff you all into the wooden doll's mouth and then excrete you like shit!"

Tobi Hand Seals again, pressing his palms together.

"Wood Release: Super Wood Human Technique!"

Behind the wooden figure, a surging mass emerged, revealing a wooden back screen even larger than the figure itself, from which countless giant hands sprouted. (A children's version of the Sage Art: Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands)

Boom boom boom!

The giant hands, like long snakes, reached out simultaneously, instantly shattering the black iron monster into countless pieces of iron, which scattered all around.

Flying Kite took a deep breath, her face pale.

"This monster..."

This feeling is even more terrifying than that of Tailed Beasts.

Fortunately, while he was struggling, Sakumo and Ryoma's operation went smoothly.

They arrived at the house without any obstacles. Just as they were about to enter, Sakumo suddenly felt a pang of heart palpitation, and his body instinctively slowed down.

A gust of wind suddenly blew by, lifting the curtains. The red-haired woman who had been lying unconscious by the window suddenly looked up, a flash of crimson in her eyes.

When Ryoma saw that scarlet color, he felt as if the world was turning upside down.

With a thud, he knelt down on the ground.

Suddenly, countless white arms stretched out from the ground, trying to grab Ryoma.

Puff puff puff.

The sound of air being torn apart came from the sky, and ice spears fell down, accurately pinning the white arms to the ground.

Screams echoed from underground; something was lurking there.

Just as Sakumo was about to step forward and grab the distraught Ryoma, a Silver Chain flew over even faster, wrapped around Ryoma, and dragged him out of the enemy's encirclement.

Sakumo felt something and looked up.

A silver-haired girl dressed in a light blue kimono appeared there, her feet resting on shimmering ice shards, treading on the sky.

Beside her was another dignified girl, who could be described as young.

She wore an elaborate black dress, holding a black lace-trimmed parasol in one hand and a long Silver Chain in the other, with the Ryoma, which had just escaped danger, hanging below her.

Acting Former General, and Grand Steward of the Heavenly Dao Palace, Irori.

Warden of the Black Tower Prison, and Minister of the Police and Public Security Department, Natsuki Nagatsuki.

Sakumo was taken aback; even these two had been mobilized?

That Natsuki glanced at the red-haired woman inside the house, and the red-haired child in her arms. Both of them wore eerie smiles, revealing their white bodies, and uttered a single sentence:

"It's fake, it's a trap."

Irori pursed her lips but didn't speak.

This was expected. If the target truly possessed something like the Rinnegan, they certainly wouldn't be used as bait to lure the enemy.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Madara behind you?"

Irori treads on ice shards, gracefully and serenely walking downwards through the air.

Her pale purple eyes fixed on the two White Zetsu, and she uttered a question.

The two White Zetsu had intended to utter a few trash words before committing suicide, but upon hearing the other party's gentle words, they looked at each other in bewilderment.

This Acting Former General was quite polite.

Aren't you going to kill us?

The two White Zetsu became curious instead.

Irori shook her head, but continued to gaze at the two White Zetsu, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Judging from your reactions and the Sharingan's Transcription Genjutsu just now, it seems that Madara-sensei was indeed controlling you."

The two White Zetsu froze, staring in disbelief at the gently smiling Irori.

Irori also stared at the two White Zetsu. How should I put it? Their brains are really stupid... Hmm, they are truly saintly as ever.

"Speaking of which, before I left, my master asked me to give his regards to Mr. Madara. It had been many years, and my master greatly missed that night when he was fortunate enough to witness Mr. Madara display his great power."

"Your target isn't Nagato?"

White Zetsu couldn't help but speak up.

Irori nodded.

"That's right. It would be best if we could get our hands on Nagato's Rinnegan, but if we can't, my master doesn't care. Because my master has already gotten the answers he wanted, and he's overjoyed that the Ninja World is finally no longer stagnant."

Irori's answer made no attempt to conceal her intentions; it was straightforward and open.

Even the two White Zetsu, no matter how stupid, realized at this moment that the core purpose of the Land of Night's operation was not Nagato at all, or at least not Nagato. The biggest purpose was to find out who was behind Nagato.

And what's even more terrifying is that they actually know about the Rinnegan!

The two White Zetsu a chill in their hearts... but seemed to feel little.

Anyway, these are things that Lord Madara should consider; they don't need to use their brains.

The worst outcome is nothing more than death; it's a trivial matter.

"By the way, the Rinnegan... it also belongs to Madara, right?"

Faced with Irori's curiosity, the two White Zetsu to speak and burrowed underground.

I'm outta here.

If they stay and are tricked into revealing their secrets, their fate will truly be uncertain when they return.

They never expected that Lord Madara, who intended to make a good impression and teach the Land of Night a painful lesson, would end up exposing his own backside instead.

This mutual probing should never have been answered in the first place.

Responding would be tantamount to falling into the Land of Night's trap.

Those investigations might have been deliberately orchestrated to alert the enemy and see who would take the bait.