“Ah!”
“You are the Asura of the Ninja World!”
“If I don’t even have the resolve to die, I have no qualification to stand here, to stand before you!”
Unconsciously, Kiyoi Gen took a small step forward.
Not bad.
Uchiha Madara nodded inwardly.
At this age, to be able to speak firmly and powerfully under the pressure of his killing intent is truly rare.
It is even more resilient in will than some of the young people in his clan.
The next moment, the mood that had been somewhat gratified instantly turned cold.
Thinking of the clansmen he wanted to protect, and thinking of their betrayal, Uchiha Madara no longer felt any faint appreciation in his heart.
Damn!
Kiyoi Gen saw that Uchiha Madara’s favorability towards him had dropped to 49, and his heart skipped a beat.
Could he have said the wrong thing?
The next second, it returned to 50, and he let out a sigh of relief.
They say a woman’s heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea.
In his view, Lord Madara’s mood swings were no better.
“Very well.”
Uchiha Madara spoke.
This time, his expression was very cold.
“Then tell me your purpose.”
Kiyoi Gen suddenly felt his head shake.
In his field of vision, only a pair of rotating Three-Tomoe Sharingan remained.
His consciousness began to sink slowly.
He had fallen for Uchiha Madara’s genjutsu!
Chapter 2: On the Road
The scarlet Sharingan pulled Kiyoi Gen into the illusion.
Genjutsu does not have the effect of making people reveal the truth.
But the Sharingan’s [Hypnotic Eye] ability can induce people to speak their inner thoughts under appropriate use.
For an ordinary person like Kiyoi Gen who couldn’t even refine Chakra, Uchiha Madara could easily deceive his five senses.
At this moment, Kiyoi Gen was like someone trapped in a dream, with a very pleasant voice guiding his consciousness.
The pupils under his closed eyelids twitched rapidly.
Kiyoi Gen opened his mouth in a daze.
“Come…
come to find Uchiha Madara”
Uchiha Madara frowned tightly.
Even against an ordinary person, it is still very difficult to get the other party to accurately state the information he wants solely through genjutsu.
“The reason for finding Uchiha Madara.”
Kiyoi Gen made a frowning expression, his body swaying.
“To…
to expand influence and unify the world.”
Hmm?
Did he hear that right?
Uchiha Madara did not expect that he would actually hear such an answer.
He took another careful look at the youth in front of him.
He couldn’t be over twenty years old, and he was definitely not a Ninja.
Under the deception of the genjutsu, the words spoken subconsciously should not be a lie.
This person’s will is very pure, daring to risk certain death to find him.
It doesn’t seem like naive nonsense.
Interesting.
He actually heard such words from someone else’s mouth.
“Ah”
Kiyoi Gen’s consciousness slowly recovered, and he shook his head in confusion.
“Sorry, I haven’t slept well for a few days, I seem to be quite sleepy.”
In order to successfully intercept Uchiha Madara, he didn’t dare to sleep much, and had to check the Chakra sensor every so often.
“No matter.”
Uchiha Madara looked down at Kiyoi Gen’s expression and saw him reaching for a small ball on his belt.
The cold touch made Kiyoi Gen snap to attention.
He had been hit by a genjutsu!
This little ball had no real function; it would have a slight temperature change after he was affected by a genjutsu.
Sure enough, it was fortunate that he had undergone genjutsu tolerance training, so he wouldn’t reveal the most important information.
‘This kid noticed.’
Uchiha Madara easily observed the subtle changes in Kiyoi Gen’s expression.
“Mr.
Madara.”
Kiyoi Gen said cautiously.
“May I ask if you are willing to accept my commission?”
“Kid, you are very lucky.”
Uchiha Madara rarely felt curiosity in his heart.
His cold exterior appeared quite arrogant.
“I accept this commission.”
“Tell me the location.”
Kiyoi Gen felt a sigh of relief in his heart.
Step two successful.
To successfully induce this man, he must not have any mistakes.
Especially not having any thoughts of deception.
“Mr.
Madara, this is the map.
The place circled on it is the location of the territory.”
“In the east of the Land of Fire, adjacent to the Land of Hot Springs.”
Uchiha Madara took the map scroll, glanced at it, and confirmed the location.
“Good.”
“How fast do you want to arrive?”
Kiyoi Gen was stunned.
He had rehearsed the scene of his first confrontation with Lord Madara many times in his mind, and he really hadn’t expected the other party to ask such a question.
“Uh, Mr.
Madara, whatever is convenient for you is fine.”
Hearing this, Uchiha Madara didn’t waste any words and directly lifted Kiyoi Gen by the back collar with one hand.
Huh?
Whoosh.
Uchiha Madara jumped onto the trees and ran forward at an extremely fast speed.
Because the speed was too fast, Kiyoi Gen felt as if he were floating, constantly in a state of weightlessness.
Ahhh!!!!
Too fast!
That evening, Uchiha Madara found a cave that could shelter from wind and rain and put Kiyoi Gen down.
Without much talk, chopping wood and lighting a fire were done in one go.
Having promised to escort Kiyoi Gen to the Village, Uchiha Madara naturally would not break his word.
The fire rose, and his cold body finally felt some warmth.
Kiyoi Gen was very fortunate; luckily, his constitution was good, so he wouldn’t catch a cold because of this.
At this time, Uchiha Madara took out some small black balls from his bosom, which were precisely the soldier pills used for satisfying hunger.
“Um, Mr.
Madara.”
“Hmm?”
Uchiha Madara turned his head to look at Kiyoi Gen.
Although it wasn’t fully night yet, under the illumination of the firelight, Uchiha Madara’s face under his disheveled long hair still appeared eerie and terrifying.
“I have prepared some special dry rations.”
“It will taste better after heating.”
After saying this, without asking Lord Madara if he wanted any, Kiyoi Gen began to prepare it himself.
A very small flat pan, refined jerky cut into small pieces, and some green onions bought in Konoha Village that couldn’t be considered fresh.
He took out a very small bottle of sesame oil, dabbed a little onto the palm-sized pan, and then, using the long handle, held the pan with the jerky over the fire to roast.
Soon, the small pieces of jerky, making a faint “sizzling” sound, were sprinkled with green onions, and the aroma was pungent.
So, that backpack was filled with these things?
Uchiha Madara glanced at Kiyoi Gen’s backpack and caught a glimpse of many inexplicable little gadgets inside.
This youth had been carried by him, suspended in the air the whole way, and blown by the strong wind for most of the day, yet he hadn’t made a sound.
He originally thought he was a resilient person, but now it seems he quite likes to enjoy life.
The third son of the Daimyo, perhaps?
To actually be willing to abandon the prosperity of Daimyo City.
“Mr.
Madara, have a taste.”
Kiyoi Gen handed over a pair of wiped chopsticks, his eyes clear.
Uchiha Madara looked at him, took the chopsticks, picked up a small piece of savory meat, and put it into his mouth.
This is!
His eyes couldn’t help but widen.
It wasn’t just the deliciousness of the meat.
Just by swallowing it, his stomach felt a scorching heat.
This single piece of meat was equivalent to the effect of several, no, a dozen soldier pills!
If it could replace soldier pills, then the supply problem for Ninjas on the battlefield would be greatly improved.
What kind of meat is this?!