Shinobi World No. 1, spring of Konoha Year 43.
In a hidden space no one could find, the air was thick with an oppressive, eerie atmosphere.
The Evil God stood in the void, his body pieced together from shadows and a murky purplish-red luminous mist, undulating slightly. The laughter coming from his mouth sounded nothing like anything a human could produce. It was like thousands upon thousands of souls howling in agony, all blended together, enough to make one's scalp crawl. His swirling eyes were full of the excitement of a hunter who had spotted his prey.
"My friend, I have good news for you."
Standing opposite him was Toyotomi Yinglang-and it was his real body. He had long since crossed worlds using the Dragon Vein's power, leaving a convincing clone in the study at the Toyotomi Clan Grounds in the Main World. That clone could even use the Mangekyō Sharingan. No outsider could possibly spot a flaw.
Toyotomi Yinglang spoke flatly, offering just one word: "Speak."
The Evil God's body twisted, irrepressible gloating hidden in his strange voice. "Madara Uchiha is going to attack Konoha."
Toyotomi Yinglang raised his brow slightly.
"Which Konoha?"
"Which one could it be? The one you've always had your eye on-Konoha Headquarters, guarded by Minato Namikaze." A ghostly light flashed through the Evil God's swirling eyes as he continued, "After working on him for so long, Black Zetsu finally managed to fool Madara. He's made up his mind to attack Konoha's weakest point."
Toyotomi Yinglang said gravely, "Konoha Headquarters has fewer than a thousand ninja."
The Evil God paused, the mockery in his voice growing more obvious. "With Minato Namikaze's meager abilities, how could he possibly beat Madara Uchiha?"
Toyotomi Yinglang fell silent for a short while, then a cold smile slowly curled his