Mountain Graveyard.
In a stone cave.
The stone wall is covered with thick white pipes, criss-crossing and tangled, like dead pythons, quietly connecting to the deepest stone seat.
Madara Uchiha is sitting there.
Old, thin, with sunken eye sockets.
If his chest hadn't been rising and falling very slowly, he would have looked more like a corpse that hadn't had time to dry and be buried.
At the edge of the stone wall, a mass of black liquid seeped silently from the cracks, condensing into a human shape on the ground, with half of the face hidden in the shadows.
"Lord Madara, the successor has been identified."
"Obito Uchiha, Two-Tomoe Sharingan, they have a strong and impulsive personality, value their companions, and have a strong desire to prove."
"There's one more."
It paused.
"Uchiha Ye. More interesting."
Madara finally slowly raised his eyelids.
"Say."
Black Zetsu's tone contained a meaning that it couldn't even explain clearly.
"This person is nine years old, Three-Tomoe Sharingan, has mastered a variety of special abilities, and his strength is close to Jonin."
"But the most important thing is that he values bonds more important than life."
The corners of Madara's dry mouth twitched.
"Tell me more about it."
Black Zetsu seemed to be prepared, and his voice was lowered.
"During his two years at the Ninja Academy, he took the initiative to contact his classmates almost every day."
"Especially the three people Kakashi Hatake, Obito Uchiha, and Rin Nohara."
"There are many ways to do it, sometimes it's giving gifts, sometimes it's taking the initiative to talk and provoke interaction."
"The three of them were extremely dependent on and in awe of him."
"More noteworthy."
"In order to stay with his companions, he even voluntarily gave up the special opportunity of ANBU and chose to join the ordinary Genin team."
"This person looks lazy and unruly, but in fact he has deep feelings."
The cave was quiet for a few seconds.
Madara suddenly smiled.
The laughter was deep and dry, as dry as the friction of dead wood.
"Chongqing?"
"That'll be easy."
He slowly raised his head, a coldness rising in his eyes.
"The more someone cares about fetters, the easier it is to be killed by fetters."
His skinny knuckles tapped lightly on the stone surface.
"Be prepared with both hands. Start with Uchiha Ye."
"Let him watch with his own eyes everything he cares about disappear one by one. Each one dies before his eyes."
"Let him understand that the so-called companions and the so-called village are all jokes."
Black Zetsu lowered his head. "I will arrange it."
Madara closed his eyes again.
"Go ahead."
"I want to see a... Uchiha who truly understands despair."
Black Zetsu sank into the stone wall, and darkness swallowed everything up again.
They have absolutely no idea.
This "love-minded kid" whom I carefully selected is my biggest worry at the moment.
How can you squeeze your teammates harder so that you can collect the next million-dollar prize pool? Points.
Those so-called "actively caring about classmates" and "giving up ANBU to stay with friends" have ridiculously pure motives.
Stay?
That's of course because the harvest in the leek field hasn't been finished yet.
Meanwhile, Konoha.
Uchiha Ye is lying on the eaves of the family land, looking up and counting the stars.
The night breeze is cool and the moon is round.
System Panel hangs in my mind, the numbers are quiet and dazzling.
7.93 million.
If you gather more than two million more, you can charge Million-Tier Grand Prize Pool again.
If he pulls out something reliable then, let alone Danzo, Madara will get punched twice when he comes.
Ye changed the direction of the grass blade in her mouth and closed her eyes.
A little more work would be enough.
The next morning, the morning light had just evaporated the dew.
Third Training Ground, the sun is good.
Kakashi leaned against the wooden stake, holding Short Sword in his hand without raising his eyelids.
Lin was carrying a medical bag and stood quietly aside.
Close your eyes at night and rest your mind.
And Obito, as expected, was the last one to arrive.
Just when Kakashi was about to say a few words of ridicule, the air became distorted.
Minato cast Flying Thunder God and flashed directly to the wooden pile, holding a stack of task sheets in his hand and smiling brightly.
"Good morning everyone."
Obito instantly became energetic.
"Minato-sensei! Is today a practical mission? Escort? Suppress bandits? Infiltrate? Or assassinate the enemy Jonin?"
Minato looked at him, turned over the list, and smiled even more gently.
"Today's task is to help several wealthy households such as Nakagawa Household in the west of the village to catch ten lost precious cats."
The training ground was quiet for three seconds.
Obito The hot blood on his face collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was poured cold water on the spot.
His eyes were fixed on the crumpled task list, and he let out a low death roar in his throat.
"Catch... cat?"
Obito pointed at his scarlet Two-Tomoe Sharingan, feeling heartbroken.
"Minato-sensei! I am Two-Tomoe Sharingan! You want me to use the legendary pupil technique to catch cats?!"
Kakashi finally raised his eyes and glanced at Obito. His voice was calm.
"Only those who can complete D-Rank are qualified to do C-Rank."
Obito suddenly turned around. "What do you mean?"
Kakashi Put away Short Sword, your words are faster than a knife.
"I mean, in your current state, you are only qualified to do the D-Rank mission. After all, even a dog can't catch you, let alone a sensitive cat."
Obito's face turned dark and his hair exploded on the spot.
"Kaka the Second!"
[Ding! Guard-Break Points from Obito Uchiha, +666!]
Ye slowly sat down in the shade of a tree, patted the roots of the tree beside him and leaned up, smiling broadly.
OK.
The familiar smell is back.
Obito was so angry that he spun around twice.
Suddenly, he patted his chest and pushed up his goggles. Sharingan's red light was filled with dissatisfied anger.
"Kakashi Hatake! Do you dare to compete? Whoever catches more will win! The loser will write a weekly mission report for the winner!"
Kakashi's eyes were calm. "Better than catching a cat?"
"Yes!"
Obito grinned, showing a confident and scary smile.
"This time I want you to see the true speed of Uchiha! Neither Lin nor Boss Ye are allowed to interfere, let us two go first!"
Lin whispered, "But the task is team cooperation..."
Kakashi raised his eyes.
"Okay. It's agreed."
Ye immediately raised his hand, picked up a piece of grass and held it in his mouth.
"Don't worry, I support your free competition. I'm responsible for supervising the scoring, making sure not to move, and being a qualified audience."
Minato glanced at Ye, rubbed his eyebrows, and sighed.
On the first day I led the team, I felt some kind of malice coming from fate.
"Then let's get started. Ten cats, return to the cage before noon."
As soon as the words fell, the two figures disappeared between the streets and the woods at the same time.
Ye adjusted to a more comfortable position and closed her eyes completely.
No rush.
This wave of Emotion Points will naturally be delivered to your door when they come back.
Two quarters of an hour later.
Kakashi is the first to come back.
He did not run around, but first went to the mission location to confirm the direction of the cat hair, paw prints, and scent residue.
Then trace all the way along the eaves, the edge of the water tank and the corner of the wall.
His movements are extremely stable and his judgment is extremely accurate.
In less than half an hour, he blocked three cats.
None of these three cats is worried.
Especially the snow-white cat with a small bell hanging around its neck. As soon as Kakashi reached out to fish it, the cat raised its paw twice.
Swish!
Kakashi has two blood-red paw prints on the back of his hand.
He was silent for a second, expressionlessly pressing the three cats into the cage.
When I returned to the meeting point, my clothes were stained with dust, my trouser legs were stained with mud, and there was a white cat hair hanging on my silver hair.
But a rare comfort arose in his heart.
Three.
With Obito's brain, he is probably still asking passers-by for directions on the street.
Kakashi The moment he walked towards the assembly point carrying the cage, his steps stopped.
The atmosphere is wrong.
Very wrong.
Under the shade of the tree, Obito was sitting with a straight face.
There is a large iron cage next to him.
Inside the iron cage, seven cats were huddled neatly.
Some are fat, some are thin, some are black, and some are flowery.
Another one was tilting its head and staring at Kakashi like it was a fool.
Not a single one is missing.
As for Obito's face, it was covered with crisscross bloodstains scratched by cats, one horizontally and one vertically, and there were two new red lines under the triangular eyes.
The entire face was on the verge of disfigurement.
But he smiled so arrogantly that his teeth Delia almost flew out.
"Yo, Kaka the Second."
Obito raised his hand and pointed at the iron cage, shouting so loud that the birds in the tree flew away.
"Seven to three! I won a crushing victory today! Do you accept it?"
Kakashi stood there blankly.
He looked at the seven cats.
Then he looked at Obito's face that was almost scratched into a world map.
The world is quiet.
He worked hard to track it for a long time, climbed over roofs and walls and was covered in dust, and had two cuts on the back of his hands.
As a result, lost?
Lost to this idiot?