Upheaval in the Land of Whirlpools 2

As soon as they finished speaking, a group of ninjas wearing various Forehead Protector surged towards them.

In contrast, the ninjas of the Uzumaki Clan fought bravely and relentlessly, trying to hold off the enemies and buy time for the young seedlings of the Land of Whirlpools behind them.

But even the strongest tiger can't withstand a pack of wolves. There were simply too many enemies. Even though they fought desperately, they fell one by one, and soon only a handful of them were left struggling to hold on.

"Run!"

Watching his clansmen fall one by one before him, an Uzumaki Clan ninja, his eyes bloodshot, roared fiercely.

"Uncle Ming, you must live!"

With tears in her eyes Kushina looked at the white-haired elder with a look of pity on her face.

Then she turned her head and looked at the young tribespeople beside her. At only five years old, she raised her voice and shouted, "Hurry up and get on the boat. Don't let down the sacrifices of the elders!"

"As long as we live, the Uzumaki Clan will never perish."

Hearing her words, everyone wiped away their tears and immediately ran towards the boats on the shore.

That's right, they are the only ones left of the Uzumaki Clan. Only if they survive can they live up to the sacrifices of their clansmen.

Kushina looked at her weakened tribespeople, sniffed, glanced back at them in the distance where they were still fighting desperately, and then gritted her teeth and ran towards the ship.

As long as they get on the ship, once they reach the Land of Fire, Grandma Mito will surely find a way to protect them!

As he watched the group of young juniors from the Land of Whirlpools board the small boat, a relieved smile appeared on Akira Uzumaki's lips.

Go, you little devils, as long as you survive, I will have no regrets...

"Akira Uzumaki, today is your death day, you old bastard!"

One by one, ninjas with ferocious expressions and murderous intent rushed up and charged towards him.

Kunai, Shuriken, Explosive Tag, and Ninjutsu attacks rained down from all sides.

The intention was to completely engulf this figure...

"Hahahaha! You think you can kill me with your worthless trash? You'll all be buried with me!" Akira Uzumaki laughed heartily, striking a pose as if he were an invincible force.

"Witness the fury of the Uzumaki Clan! Sealing Technique, Adamantine Sealing Chains!" With that, a whoosh—

Several enormous chains, gleaming with a dark golden aura and covered with fine, sealed patterns, suddenly burst forth from his back, tearing through his clothes like awakened giant pythons, howling and sweeping across the entire beach.

The chains ripped through the air with a piercing shriek, piercing the hearts of the surrounding ninjas.

"Ah..."

"What kind of Ninjutsu is this?"

"Get out of the way!"

"That damned old devil, what ruthless methods he uses."

"Hahahaha! Cough cough..." Akira Uzumaki looked at the miserable state of the ninjas opposite him and couldn't help but cough up blood.

He looked back at the sea once more, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and reluctance.

Rumble!

A series of explosions rang out, followed by Kakkō shooting into the sky. When the smoke cleared, only a scene of devastation and charred remains were left.

Kushina and the others, who had already boarded the ship, turned around and happened to see this scene.

"Uncle Ming!"

Elder Ming!

Heart-wrenching cries echoed across the ship.

All that answered them was the distant, blazing Kakkō and the desolate, blood-soaked mudflats littered with corpses.

The once powerful Land of Whirlpools was thus destroyed.

Mountain Graveyard.

In the dark, deep underground cavern, a figure Fool slowly emerged from the ground and respectfully addressed a figure ahead, saying, "Lord Madara, the Land of Whirlpools has been utterly destroyed."

"The remaining Uzumaki Clan will likely be divided up among various countries."

"A group of young members of the Uzumaki Clan, under the cover of that old man Akira Uzumaki, fled to the Land of Fire, and will likely make contact with the ninjas of Konoha soon."

"Ise and Fusō's child has been born, hasn't it?" Madara Uchiha asked casually.

"Yes, Lord Madara, that child has perfectly inherited the powerful life force of the Uzumaki Clan." Black Zetsu's sinister voice rang out.

"Heh... that brat's body is the perfect breeding ground for my Rinnegan. When he masters the power of the Rinnegan, that will be the day Madara Uchiha returns to the Shinobi World!" Madara Uchiha raised his head and spoke arrogantly.

"As for those brats who ran to Konoha, ignore them. Consider them a little gift from my junior."

"That kid has grown stronger over the years, hasn't he? He's not in a good position to face him head-on right now."

Madara had already assessed Kagami Uchiha's strength.

None of the Uchiha who awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan were easy opponents, and with that Shimura who regenerated his arm, Konoha must also be researching Hashirama's power.

However, in front of Madara Uchiha, these people were nothing more than mere grains of sand...

Coming to his senses, Madara looked at the respectful Black Zetsu with a slightly satisfied expression and said in a calm tone, "Black Zetsu, you did well. You are worthy of being the embodiment of my will Madara Uchiha."

Everything was proceeding according to his plan.

He hadn't been this happy in a long time since Hashirama passed away.

A few years ago, Tobirama Senju, who killed Izuna, died, which brought him some solace.

Now that the Land of Whirlpools has also been destroyed, he feels even more gratified.

Heh, Mito Uzumaki will definitely be very happy to hear this news, right?

To be honest, Madara Uchiha didn't harbor much resentment towards Mito Uzumaki. His only slight annoyance stemmed from Hashirama sealing his Nine-Tails inside Mito, even though the Nine-Tails was captured because of his defeat...

Ultimately, it was all because of these people that Hashirama fought them to the death... It was all because of these people that Hashirama was influenced...

Hashirama...

Looking at Madara Uchiha's expression, which alternated between laughter and indifference, Black Zetsu felt a chill run down his spine.

What's this lunatic thinking now?

How come Indra's descendants are all so monstrous...?

He wouldn't have stayed with these lunatics if it weren't to save his mother...

Then, Black Zetsu cautiously asked, "Lord Madara, what are your plans next?"

"Destroying the Land of Whirlpools was just a spur-of-the-moment decision. The next priority is finding my proxy..." Madara Uchiha composed himself and spoke calmly.

Upon hearing this, Black Zetsu felt utterly exhausted. "I understand that you're looking for a cradle for the Rinnegan to use in your future resurrection using the Rinne Rebirth. But why do you need to find a proxy?"

Just so he can walk the Shinobi World with your name on his head?

Is he really that pretentious?

Can't you handle Infinite Tsukuyomi by yourself?

Madara Uchiha, unaware of Black Zetsu's inner turmoil, continued, "I need you to constantly have people keeping an eye on the Uchiha Clan, searching for suitable Uchiha members."

"Do you have specific standards?" Black Zetsu asked, puzzled.

"Heh... I'm searching for the Uchiha who harbor the ultimate love in their hearts. The desire to protect love will inevitably breed hatred; love and hatred are interdependent and inseparable."

"Such intense love, once shattered, will breed hatred far exceeding that of ordinary people. That is the kind of person I am looking for," Madara Uchiha said slowly.

Black Zetsu, but remained silent.

Here we go again... Tenten they ever talk about is love and hate...

Well...

"Also, those Allied Shinobi Forces, find a way to make them fight each other. There are too many bugs, they're too much of an eyesore," Madara continued.

Having said that, Madara Uchiha stopped speaking, waved his hand, and signaled Black Zetsu to leave.

The dark underground cave fell silent once more.

Madara Uchiha then turned and glanced at the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path behind him, falling back into his reverie...

As he pondered, Madara Uchiha looked down at the portrait of Hashirama Senju on his chest, gently placed his hand on it, and stroked it before sighing.

Hashirama, it's a pity I got you tattooed on my body too late. If it had been sooner, perhaps the Infinite Tsukuyomi could have been realized sooner.

Also, the Rinnegan came far too late. If it had come earlier, there wouldn't have been so many complicated plans.

Lost in thought, Madara Uchiha closed his eyes.