Madara Uchiha
In that deep and dark underground cave, it seemed as if endless darkness enveloped the entire world, and an extremely cold atmosphere, like an invisible cold current, permeated every corner, making people shudder.
In this deathly silent environment, there was a lonely and weathered figure. The old man was hunched over and his face was haggard, as if he had been through countless storms, and the vitality of life had gradually disappeared from him.
His once straight spine has now been bent by the relentless weight of time, as if he were carrying a heavy burden, deeply etched with the marks of time.
On one side of the cave, there are two items: a seemingly ordinary scythe that exudes a chilling aura; and an enormous Gunbai that is imposing and seems to contain boundless power.
The two weapons stood side by side, seemingly silently recounting the old man's past glory and revered status.
At this moment, the old man's single eye flashed with a fierce light, like a burning flame, staring intently at the person before him. In his only remaining eye, the three Tomoe slowly rotated, continuously releasing an aura of death that was enough to devour everything, as if trying to suck everything in the world into it.
In such a heavy and oppressive atmosphere, the all-white figure was startled and began to tremble uncontrollably.
His face was filled with terror, his mouth was wide open, and he tried to say something to defend his actions, but his throat seemed to be choked by an invisible force, and he couldn't make a sound.
His eyes revealed an undisguised fear and extreme unease, as if he were facing not a mortal, but a demon from the depths of hell.
"My lord, I... I encountered some ninjas from Kumogakure near Konoha. I wasted some time following them, which is why I returned so late." His voice trembled as he tried to convince the old man of his story.
However, only he knew that the milk tea shop and barbecue restaurant run by the Uchiha Clan were so delicious that he kept eating along the way, which was why he was delayed.
The taste was so unforgettable that he even wondered if he had fallen into Genjutsu!
The old man remained silent for a long time, his only remaining eye fixedly staring at the figure before him. His gaze was so sharp that it seemed to pierce through the other's body and skin, reaching the depths of their heart and ruthlessly exposing any hidden lies.
Finally, after a long wait, the old man slightly parted his lips and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Hmm, how is it?"
As soon as those words were spoken, the terrifying aura of death that had permeated the surroundings and made it almost impossible to breathe began to slowly recede. At the same time, the intense sense of oppression in the air gradually weakened until it disappeared, and everything returned to normal.
At this moment, the old man looked again as an ordinary, frail, and extremely weak elderly person.
However, White Zetsu, standing to the side, dared not let his guard down in the slightest, because he knew very well that "Lord Madara's " strength was unfathomable, and his anger was like a sharp sword hanging over his head, which could fall down again at any moment.
So, he tried to calm his agitated emotions and began to give the old man a detailed report of the intelligence he had gathered from his investigation.
"My lord, from my observation, those ninjas from Kumogakure seem to be secretly plotting something. They've been loitering around the area surrounding Konoha, but their behavior is unusually mysterious and unpredictable, making it difficult to discern their true intentions."
"Because I was worried about alerting them, I didn't get too close, lest I arouse their suspicion. However, by carefully analyzing their every move and the clues they left behind, I can deduce that they might harbor ill intentions towards Konoha."
Could it be that... a new war is about to break out?
As time went by, the struggle between ninjas never ceased; instead, it intensified, eventually escalating into a massive war.
The First Shinobi World War and Second Shinobi World War followed one after another, resulting in countless deaths, widespread mourning, rampant intrigue and darkness, and rampant hatred.
Hashirama, I will prove that the ninja world you created is a fallacy!
"Continue to monitor them, and report back immediately if anything changes."
"Yes!"
"How is the boy from the Land of Rain doing now?" Madara's voice flowed slowly.
White Zetsu hurriedly said, "It's still the same. After Jiraiya left, they formed a new organization."
Ban nodded slightly, his voice tinged with vicissitude. "How naive you are. Remember, he is extremely important; you must keep him under close surveillance."
He found the path to salvation before the ancient stone tablet at the Naka Shrine —that is, to activate the Infinite Tsukuyomi and lead everyone into a dream world without war or hatred. This is the only way to save all living beings!
To awaken the Infinite Tsukuyomi, two conditions must be met: the Rinnegan and the Ten-Tails.
Now, he has the Rinnegan and the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path is under his control; only the Nine Tailed Beasts remain to be collected.
However, his body was already old and too weak, relying on three tubes in his back to barely prolong his life, making it impossible for him to travel far.
Therefore, he needed to find some assistants!
Nagato was the most important part of the plan. He was a member of the extinct Uzumaki Clan, possessing extremely strong vitality and Chakra. Moreover, he was an innocent child who was very easy to control.
Without hesitation, Madara implanted the Rinnegan into him, allowing him to revive himself using his Dōjutsu when he grew up.
Later, White Zetsu found another suitable candidate for the plan, and it was an Uchiha!
Obito Uchiha pure and kind. Madara knew that once a kind person fell into depravity, their despair and hatred for the world would only deepen. When that time came, Madara would entrust the Infinite Tsukuyomi plan to him, and he would surely choose this perfect realm.
"By the way, how is Obito doing these days?" Madara sat motionless, like a serene demon god, exuding a chilling aura.
"Uh... this..." When Madara asked about Obito's situation, White Zetsu stammered and couldn't answer.
His mind raced, trying to figure out how to answer the question.
"Who knows how that kid has changed so much in the last few years?" White Zetsu muttered to himself, completely unsure how to explain it to Madara.
"Speak!" Madara's angry shout startled White Zetsu, who quickly recounted Obito's recent changes.
Upon hearing this, Ban frowned and remained silent.
He had originally placed high hopes on Obito, expecting him to be key to the plan; however, Obito's actions made him suspicious.
My time is running out, so there can't be any oversights in my plans!
Fearing the old man would be angry, White Zetsu quickly added, "Uchiha Kōki, the eldest son of the Uchiha Clan Head, I think he's more suitable for this plan than Obito."
White Zetsu's voice carried a hint of urgency; he hoped to divert Madara's attention by recommending Koki and thus avoid being punished.
"Oh? Tell me more." Ban's tone revealed an undisguised interest.
White Zetsu quickly gathered his thoughts and began to explain Koki's situation in detail.
Only after listening to all the information from White Zetsu did a hint of interest finally appear in Madara's eyes.
He narrowed his eyes slightly. Interesting! Clearly, Koki had caught his attention.
"What has Uchiha Kōki been up to lately?" Madara asked calmly.
"I just graduated from the Konoha Ninja Academy recently, and I'll be leaving the village for a mission in a couple of days," White Zetsu quickly replied.
"Oh," Ban nodded thoughtfully, seemingly deep in thought.
You said the Kumogakure is near Konoha?
When Madara mentioned Konoha, his words were filled with deep resentment, a deep-seated hatred for the Konoha. His aged face appeared even more ferocious and terrifying in the dim light.
"Yes, I wonder what kind of wicked idea the people of the Land of Lightning have come up with to deal with Konoha this time," White Zetsu replied cautiously, afraid of angering Madara.
"In that case, let them have a head-on confrontation!" Madara's voice was low and cold.
"What does Lord Madara mean?" White Zetsu asked, puzzled.
"Hmm?" Madara raised his gaze slightly, revealing an undeniable air of intimidation.
"I understand!" White Zetsu quickly replied. Madara's orders must be obeyed unconditionally, or the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Hmm." Spot nodded, his gaze falling on White Zetsu again.
If White Zetsu can't even do this small thing, it means the other party has no value to him, and in that case, he doesn't need to exist.
"The shadows of the Kazekage are elusive; they secretly orchestrated events, causing them to kill each other, which gave me an opportunity to seize power."
Ban's words were filled with ruthlessness and scheming, and a chilling smile appeared on his wrinkled face.
"Also, isn't Danzo in the Land of Rain? Let's find a way to get that child there too." Madara continued to make arrangements.
"Yes," White Zetsu replied respectfully, then quickly withdrew to carry out Madara's orders.
In this mysterious underground space, a massive conspiracy is quietly unfolding. Madara's plan is like a huge net, encompassing various forces such as Konoha, Kumogakure, and the Land of Rain.