[Rainbow gold · Rinnegan] The ultimate ocular technique, originating from the God Tree's Chakra Fruit. Once transplanted, it automatically grants mastery of the six chakra nature transformations and control over Yin-Yang Release. It places a heavy strain on the body. Please ensure you possess an Otsutsuki bloodline, such as Senju, Uchiha, or Uzumaki.
A pair of pale purple eyeballs bearing strange patterns stood out in the System Inventory.
Oh my god!
This is great!
The Rinnegan was insanely expensive in the Shop. Watanabe Ichiro had already decided not to buy it and planned to simply dig out Madara Uchiha's when the time came. He had never expected to get it straight from the prize wheel!
Then there's no point keeping Madara Uchiha around anymore. Might as well bury him.
Having silently sentenced Madara Uchiha to death, Watanabe Ichiro revised his plan for farming points from the original cast.
Once he finished, he sensed Black Zetsu still watching him like a creep. With a faint smile, he rolled his wrists and headed for the newly designated Forbidden Zone in the Uchiha Clan Compound, where Madara Uchiha's body lay.
Madara Uchiha still lay quietly where he had been left. The Wood Clone that had been watching over him dispelled, returning its memories.
There was no sign whatsoever of him reviving. How strange. Madara Uchiha's Izanagi lasted far too long, didn't it? Was the genuine article really that impressive?
Shimura Danzō, just look at you. You made Izanagi look so lame. What a waste it was on you. He mentally wagged an accusing finger.
Watanabe Ichiro pressed his hand against Madara Uchiha's eye socket and summoned the System Inventory with a thought.
The system indicated that he could not be stored. Hmm. Still alive, just as I thought.
He applied a little pressure with the pads of his fingers, prying the eyelids apart as though he intended to dig out the Sharingan.
Of course, that was exactly what he intended. If Madara Uchiha still refused to wake up, he would finish him off and take his Sharingan.
A dull black pupil met Watanabe Ichiro's gaze. As though sensing danger, the eye slowly regained its light. Strange black-and-red patterns appeared as the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan activated.
He stared at the hand looming too close in his vision to focus on, then swept it away with an arm wrapped in Susanoo.
"Tobirama Senju! You really did-!"
The furious accusation burst straight from his mouth. Having just awakened, Madara Uchiha was not yet fully lucid.
But a startled cry filled with delight reached his ears.
"Lord Madara!"
Huh? That sounds familiar. Isn't that the talented young clansman?
"Ahem... Uchiha Ichiro? What are you doing?"
Madara Uchiha moved his stiff arm and sat up. His body, steeped in the aura of death, slowly regained its vitality. His crimson Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan stared coldly at Watanabe Ichiro. If he remembered correctly, this young clansman had just been going after his eyes.
"You really aren't dead! When you fought Hashirama Senju the other day, by the time I reached the battlefield, you were already... sob."
"Tobirama Senju wanted to use your body for research. I argued with him and fought him before I finally managed to bring you back to the Uchiha Clan Compound."
"I knew someone as powerful as you couldn't possibly die so easily..."
The corners of Watanabe Ichiro's eyes reddened. As he spoke, tears welled up in them, and he choked up, unable to continue.
He stubbornly tipped his head back, refusing to let his tears fall, yet at the end of his words, a single tear slipped out at just the right moment.
As though embarrassed, he awkwardly turned his head aside and hastily wiped it away with his sleeve.
Has it already been three days?
Madara Uchiha frowned.
Hmm. Still within the scope of the plan, though I don't actually have much of a plan yet.
Looking at the familiar surroundings, he realized he was in his own room in the Uchiha Clan Compound. Some of his wariness faded. He had thought he might wake up on some unknown dissection table.
Watching the young clansman crying so pitifully beside him, he could not help feeling a warmth in his heart. This was the first time he had felt the warmth of care from a clansman other than his younger brother, Uchiha Izuna.
Faking his death had been a spur-of-the-moment decision. He had told no one beforehand.
This boy had finally secured the position of Clan Head amid the turmoil within the clan, only to hear of his death immediately afterward. He must have been devastated.
He had even confronted Tobirama head-on and preserved his body properly. The boy had truly put his heart into it.
Madara's gaze softened, and he beckoned to Watanabe Ichiro.
Watanabe Ichiro readily came over to support him. But when he felt Madara Uchiha's body tense with instinctive wariness and resistance, he realized Madara still did not fully trust him. He let go and handed over the Uchiha Gunbai he had been carrying on his back to serve as a walking stick, behaving with perfect docility.
That little performance sent Madara Uchiha's fondness for Watanabe Ichiro soaring.
Attentive, considerate, and mindful of boundaries.
What a promising young man!
Madara Uchiha was moved by Watanabe Ichiro's performance.
But was this boy trying to dig out my eyes just now?
Madara Uchiha thought it over and began making excuses for Watanabe Ichiro himself.
Did he want to transplant my Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan to strengthen himself?
But if that was what he wanted, he wouldn't have needed to wait until now. He could have dug them out on the very first day after I died in battle. Yet he waited all this time.
He just said he didn't think I would die so easily. Hmm. Perhaps he kept hoping for a miracle, but after waiting so long without any sign of movement, he thought I really was dead and wanted my eyes to increase his strength.
Or perhaps he has already awakened his Mangekyo and hoped to use my eyes to awaken an Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.
That's possible too. Though the clan's records say an Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan can only be awakened by transplanting a blood relative's Mangekyo, he has no surviving blood relatives at all. Really, this generation of Uchiha is short on talent. Apart from me, no one in the clan currently has a Mangekyo.
But whatever the case, at least this boy is one of the few people who supports me. He can be trusted.
With that thought, Madara Uchiha's gaze grew even gentler. He looked at Watanabe Ichiro as though looking at his own younger brother. Izuna must have been about this tall when he died.
Grief rose in his heart once more. He missed Izuna.
Black Zetsu watched Madara Uchiha "rise from the dead" with his own eyes and spun in delighted circles underground.
Wonderful! My Plan A is alive!
Now I can find a chance to introduce Madara Uchiha and Uchiha Ichiro to the [Infinite Tsukuyomi] plan and have them carry it out!
The Tailed Beasts are all in Konoha now. As long as I cultivate one more Rinnegan, my Mother-Saving Plan will soon be within reach!
He was excitedly imagining the future when he heard the sound of flesh tearing.
A blood-drenched hand protruded from Madara Uchiha's chest. The heart in its palm beat feebly, and the hand belonged to none other than Watanabe Ichiro.
He had attacked from behind during the instant Madara Uchiha was distracted and barely on guard against him. To prevent Madara from forming hand seals and casting [Izanagi] again, he had deliberately handed him the Uchiha Gunbai from a little farther away. That way, when Madara leaned on it, his right hand would be farther from his body, leaving him no time to react.
Why? But...
Madara Uchiha's eyes widened in disbelief.
"I'm sorry. The powerful Madara Uchiha who stands above everyone else is the Lord Madara in my heart. But you, so weak! You, who fell in defeat at Hashirama's hands! I will never accept you!"
"Please die. Your little brother Izuna is waiting for you in the Netherworld..."
Watanabe Ichiro murmured in his ear, slowly tightening his grip as his tone grew increasingly deranged.
"You!"
Madara Uchiha could say no more. His life gradually ebbed away.
Black Zetsu went wild, his pitch-black body hurtling toward them underground. But it was too late. Madara Uchiha's heart had been crushed, and a mighty warrior bowed before death.
Aaargh! Why?!
Uchiha Ichiro, why did you kill him?!
My Plan A is dead again!
Aaaaaah! I understand young people less and less these days!
Black Zetsu raged helplessly, screaming inwardly, "Otsutsuki profanity!"
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