In Konoha: Starting with three choices

For now, Madara Uchiha was merely clinging to life through the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.

He had less than a tenth of his peak strength left. Compared with Liuyun, who was in his prime, he was naturally outmatched.

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Konan, will you be my child bride?

But Liuyun had no intention of provoking this dying man just yet.

For one thing, Madara was technically his ancestor. For another—and more importantly—who the hell knew what other tricks the old bastard had up his sleeve?

He was here to find Konan, not to fight.

After a casual glance, Liuyun continued walking around the area.

"I think we've been spotted! Who is that brat?"

Watching Liuyun's retreating figure, White Zetsu spoke in his usual goofy manner.

"That should be Uchiha Liuyun! With that look in his eyes, he definitely spotted us!"

"How frightening. We need to report this to Lord Madara!"

Black Zetsu's voice was hoarse, his eyes flickering.

He couldn't let this brat ruin his plan. He would have to find an opportunity to get Madara to kill him before he died.

In a narrow street, foul-smelling garbage cans lined the sides.

A small, thin figure huddled nearby.

She had short blue hair and wore a thin white shirt with shorts.

Her arms hugged her knees, her head tucked between them like a quail's, and her entire frail body shivered in the cold rain.

Suddenly, a pattering sound rang out above her head.

The rain around her was blocked.

She lifted her little head in confusion, her dirty face filled with bewilderment and fear.

Her voice was tinged with nervousness as she spoke.

"Who are you?"

Seeing the conspicuous beauty mark beside the little