Black Zetsu decided.
Abandoning all bottom lines, even if he seeks skin from a tiger, even if he is counterattacked by the opponent, he must use the power of Isshiki to complete the comeback.
As long as the mother can get out of trouble, whatever Isshiki wants will be dealt with later!
With determination to break the boat, Black Zetsu's body began to squirm violently and softened rapidly.
After taking one last look at the empty high platform, he followed the cold stone cracks and searched for the deeper darkness of Shinobi World.
At dawn the next day, Konoha.
The sky has just turned white, and the cold wind has picked up the fine snow on the ground and pushed it to both sides of the road.
"Follow me all!"
Standing on the stone steps at the entrance of the village at night, carrying a bulging luggage, he waved his hand and spoke in a particularly heroic tone.
"S-Rank The mission has officially begun, let's go! Whoever complains about being tired first will be treated as a treat when he returns to the village!"
The cold wind blowing in the face whizzed past with fine snow particles, making people's faces hurt from the cold.
Obito held the heavy backpack, took a breath of air and curled up his neck, with reluctance written all over his face, and still muttering in his mouth.
"This is the S-Rank mission, okay? If not, your life will be lost there!"
Next to him, Kakashi, who had already checked the general documents and walked out of the village gate, glanced back at him.
"You can choose to stay."
"Who said I was going to stay!"
Obito stared and chased after him not to be outdone.
Lin fastened the medicine box again and covered her mouth with a smile from behind.
Fine snow fell on the shoulders of the four people, and the footprints extended northward along the road, and were quickly blown away by the wind.
At the same time, there is a clean courtyard in the east of the village with the Gunbai emblem hanging on it.
The snow outside the verandah had just been swept away, and was pushed back to its original position by the cold wind.
Kushina was wrapped in a thick scarf and stood under the veranda, holding on to the cold wooden railings with his hands, his eyes always looking towards the north entrance of the village.
She stared for a long time, until the snow curtain swallowed up the backs of the four of them, and then she slowly let out a breath.
His fingertips touched the cold railing and he still didn't let go. There was loneliness and worry that could not be concealed in his eyes.
She turned her head and looked at Madara Uchiha, who was slowly sipping tea in front of the charcoal basin, and couldn't help but speak.
"Senior Madara, when they go to such a far place, do you really want to keep an eye on them secretly?"
Madara put the tea cup on the low table, the bottom of the cup clattered softly, and the courtyard became quiet for a while.
His old face was full of the majesty of an elder.
"Sooner or later, the chicks will spread their wings and fly high. I can't protect them for the rest of my life. This is his experience. No one can finish it for him!"
Having said that, under Madara's wide cuffs, a White Zetsu quietly poked out and sank into the soil close to the ground.
Dozens of White Zetsu have already laid out a strict underground intelligence network along the way.
As long as there is any threat beyond the mission level, the information can be transmitted back to his ears instantly.
Madara did not explain this duplicitous arrangement.
His eyes swept over Kushina's profile, still looking into the distance, and he keenly captured the desire for freedom in the young mother's eyes.
"Go and see the snow if you want. Can you keep an eye on them by standing here?"
Madara snorted coldly, breaking the silence.
Kushina tensed up, waved his hands repeatedly, and forced a smile.
"Forget it, Uncle Ban, stop joking."
"The village has rules. Nine-Tails Jinchuriki must not leave the boundary without permission. Minato will not approve it, and Naruto is still so young..."
When Madara heard this, the calmness on his face was replaced by a cold look.
He picked up the tea cup again, and the oppressive feeling belonging to Shura of the Shinobi World spread out instantly, and the coldness suppressed the entire courtyard.
"I look down on people who don't even dare to face their true thoughts! If you can't break through this shackles, how will you face your own life in the future?"
Madara's voice scratched his eardrums.
"Konoha's rules are nothing in my eyes!"
Kushina was so shocked by this direct rebuke that his chest felt tight and he froze in place.
She thought of the doors that could not be closed all those years, and the barrier network that she could never get out of.
Nine-Tails has become quiet, Minato has become Hokage, but she can still only stay inside the barrier.
Why!
She clenched her fists suddenly, and the bloodiness and rebellion belonging to Uzumaki in her bones were completely ignited. She raised her head to meet Madara's gaze and spoke loudly.
"Then I'll go!"
Madara saw that she finally got the idea, and the coldness on his face faded away, revealing a smile of relief like an elder.
He slowly raised his hand, ready to touch this brave junior's head as a reward.
However, just as Madara raised his hand in the air, Kushina's figure suddenly turned into a red lightning and rushed out of the courtyard gate!
The wind and snow rolled into the yard, accompanied by the distant roar of Kushina.
"Uncle Madara! I'll ask you to take care of Naruto! Also, if you can, remember to cook dinner for Minato tonight!"
This smooth operation of throwing the pot made the whole yard quiet.
Two direct subordinates, ANBU, who were responsible for protecting Hokage's family on the outside, felt a gust of red wind blowing by.
They didn't even touch the corner of Kushina's clothes, and she had completely disappeared into the wind and snow at the entrance of the village.
In the yard, Madara Uchiha maintained a posture ready to touch his head, and the tea cup held in his left hand trembled slightly in mid-air.
The arrogant Shura of the Shinobi World, his brain shut down for five seconds before he realized that he had been stuffed with a half-month-old baby and a mess of dinner by a junior.
Then Madara, with a livid face, bravely pushed open the door of Minato's house.
On the small bed, Naruto, who had just woken up, was wailing with his eyes closed, waving his two little fists incessantly, and the fierce force almost lifted the roof off.
Madara was so noisy by the cries that he called out six White Zetsu and gave the order with a cold face.
"You go and coax him well!"
White Zetsu all agreed with big grins and crowded to the side of the small bed.
When six pale and twisted faces came to Naruto's crib at the same time, Naruto's crying stopped for half a breath.
He opened his blue eyes and was stunned for a moment, then burst into a shrill cry that was ten times more brutal than before, and he almost lost his breath!
The window frames rattled, and the snow on the roof fell.
"A bunch of trash! Get back underground!"
Madara angrily raised his foot and kicked all the White Zetsus into the floor.
Half of White Zetsu's face was exposed from the cracks in the floor.
"Master, do you want to let them dance?"
Madara stepped on the crack with his foot, and the chill in Rinnegan stabbed straight through, White Zetsu immediately shut his mouth.
Madara took a breath and could only step forward in person, put his hands in, picked up Naruto with extremely stiff movements, raised his hands above his head and shook it.
"Stop crying!"
The arm was steady without any shaking.
Miraculously, Naruto stopped crying, stared at the old man with long hair in front of him with his blue eyes open, and chuckled.
Madara looked at that pure little face, the corners of his tight mouth raised involuntarily, and he snorted secretly in his heart, feeling proud.
It seems that I really have a talent for coaxing children. It is not difficult at all to take care of children!
At this moment, Naruto's lower body trembled, and a stream of warm, yellowish urine formed a perfect parabola, pouring over Madara's head and face accurately and mercilessly!
The liquid fell, and even the long eyelashes had a few drops of yellow water hanging on them.
The room fell into silence for two minutes, with only the sound of the wind outside the window continuing to blow through the eaves.