“It’s a real pity you failed,” Yang suddenly added.
Madara tensed slightly, his brow furrowing.
“What do you mean?”
“Exactly what it sounds like,” Yang said simply.
“The Historical Records clearly show you failed.
Because the lasting peace you long for has never truly existed.”
‘Historical Records?’
A casual remark strongly hinted at ‘Yang’s’ identity as a man from the future.
Madara’s sharp mind raced.
If the man standing before him was truly from the future, then the so-called ‘history’ was his own direct future.
Did this not mean that all his massive efforts, both present and future, were completely in vain?
Yang watched Madara with great interest, eagerly anticipating his choice.
With Madara’s strong will, he recovered incredibly quickly.
He shot Yang a silent, measuring look, then turned away without a single word.
Yang seamlessly fell into step behind him.
Black Zetsu watched the strange pair intently from a distance.
Days later, they reached a ruined, abandoned village.
“Where are we?” Yang asked, looking at the debris.
“This is one of the abandoned Uchiha compounds.
As a ‘time traveler,’ you don’t know?” Madara cast a side-glance at Kakuzu.
Yang shrugged dismissively.
“The Uchiha will be entirely wiped out in a few decades anyway.
Nobody in the future cares about abandoned Uchiha compounds or anything like that.”
‘Wiped out?!’
Madara’s eyes went wide.
He had always known that without his protection, the Senju would eventually crush the Uchiha clan.
But actually hearing it firsthand from a ‘time traveler’…
As the former Clan Head, a deep, crushing sorrow welled up inside him.
“What did you come here for?” Yang asked.
“Even though most things are carefully moved after a clan relocation, some things are inevitably left behind.”
As Madara spoke, Kakuzu secretly hoped they might conveniently find something like a Secret Technique scroll in this abandoned Uchiha compound.
He hoped for far too much.
Something as critically important as a Secret Technique would obviously be taken.
All that remained were useless, fragmented records of antiquity.
Madara’s journey here served one true purpose: archaeology.
He desperately wanted to verify what was carved on the sacred Uchiha stone tablet.
Upon learning Madara’s specific goal, Yang laughed aloud.
“You could have just asked me about all this.”
“You know?” Madara thought that if this stranger actually knew, it would save him a tremendous amount of trouble.
“Of course.
I’m a person from the future.
The field of archaeology is far more advanced than in your era.” Yang leaned heavily on his ‘time traveler’ persona again, firmly cementing the impression in Madara’s mind.
“The Uchiha, the Senju, the Hyuga, they all actually originate from an ancient clan called the Otsutsuki.”
Madara muttered the strange name under his breath, “Otsutsuki…”
“The ancient goddess Kaguya Otsutsuki is the progenitor of Chakra. Get faster updates on g.com.
She had two powerful sons.
The eldest, Hagoromo Otsutsuki, is known as the ‘Sage of Six Paths.’ The Sage of Six Paths also had two sons: the eldest, Indra, and the younger, Ashura.
Indra is the direct ancestor of the Uchiha.”
Yang only briefly outlined the complex blood relationships of those ancient figures.
He did not fully disclose everything that had happened in antiquity.
Madara could easily tell Yang was holding back crucial information, but he didn’t press the issue.
Even if he did, he likely wouldn’t get a straight answer.
Suddenly, Yang smiled widely.
“However, there is something very interesting you need to know.
The two powerful sons of the Sage of Six Paths actually deeply despised each other.
Even long after their deaths, their unique chakra continued to reincarnate within their descendants, locking them in an endless, bloody struggle.”
Madara frowned.
“Is that the true reason for the hostility between the Uchiha and the Senju?”
Yang nodded.
“You could say that, but strictly speaking, it was the hostility between specific reincarnated individuals of the Uchiha and the Senju.
Over a dozen generations, that accumulated animosity forged the deep hatred that continuously drove the mutual hostility between the two clans.”
“Specific individuals?” Madara seemed to instantly realize something.
Yang added, “The actual reincarnations of Indra’s and Ashura’s chakra are invariably the most gifted individuals of their respective generations in both the Uchiha and the Senju.”
“Hashirama?!”
In a flash of insight, Madara completely understood.
No wonder he had felt an inexplicable sense of closeness when he first met Hashirama as a child.
“That’s exactly right.
You and Hashirama are the Indra and Ashura of this current era.
However, your souls are not exactly the same as Indra’s and Ashura’s, you merely possess their chakra.”
Chakra reincarnation significantly differed from soul reincarnation.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible for Kabuto to summon Madara using Edo Tensei while Sasuke was still alive.
“By the way, when Indra’s and Ashura’s chakra finally merge as one, they give birth to the supreme dojutsu, the Rinnegan, the true eyes of the Sage of Six Paths, which symbolize the power of a Savior.”
“Savior?” Madara stared, stunned once more.
“The future has been completely destroyed by the Otsutsuki.
I exhausted every possible effort to reach this era, hoping to find the one person most likely to save it.
Based on my judgment, you are that man.”
Yang fabricated an explanation closely mirroring Future Trunks from Dragon Ball.
Though Madara lacked the pure, heroic heart of the Z Fighters, the compelling story convinced him 70-80% percent of this stranger’s identity as a time traveler.
Better to fully believe than constantly doubt.
Madara already harbored grand thoughts of bringing absolute peace to the world.
Learning that a terrifying great enemy would emerge in the future, a fierce resolve to save the world took root in his mind immediately.
“Fine.
I will choose to believe you for now.”
With those pivotal words, Yang and Madara essentially established their working partnership.
“First, we must absolutely obtain Hashirama’s chakra to successfully evolve your Sharingan into the Rinnegan.”
Actually, obtaining Hashirama’s cells didn’t strictly require a deadly struggle like in canon.
Given Madara’s deep bond with his former friend, if he just returned to Konoha and simply said, “Hashirama, give me a piece of your flesh,” the Hokage would definitely comply without a second thought.
A small piece of flesh meant nothing, for a man like Hashirama, it would flawlessly heal in mere minutes.
However, Madara was incredibly prideful.
meat?!
It completely went against his core character.
Yang sighed lightly.
“You are prideful and suffering for it.”
Madara barked angrily, “Shut up!
I, Madara Uchiha, would much rather die than go back to Konoha!”
“Then a stealthy assassination is our only option.”
“Assassination?”
“With your immense capabilities, assassinating Hashirama doesn’t actually mean actually killing him.
But cleanly slicing off a piece of flesh shouldn’t be a problem, right?”
Madara fell silent.
He had always fought his battles head-on.
Especially after unlocking the Mangekyo, once his Susanoo was fully activated, no one in the entire shinobi world aside from Hashirama could even stand before him.
Seeing Madara remain silent, Yang added, “Don’t even think about a frontal assault.
That’s exactly what you did in recorded history.
Later, the people of Konoha erected two massive stone statues at the site of your final battle with Hashirama to mourn your passing.”
The grave implication was glaringly obvious: fighting head-on was just looking to die.
Madara felt indignant, but Hashirama was indeed stronger than him.
Yang consoled him, “As the true Savior, making difficult trade-offs is necessary.
We are doing this strictly for the sake of humanity!”
For humanity!
Under such a noble, overarching goal, Madara felt his own personal sacrifices were highly insignificant.
The two finalized the matter and set off toward Konoha.
Not far away, Black Zetsu looked completely bewildered.
‘Why is he going back?
What happened?’
Black Zetsu had closely watched Madara since his birth and intimately understood his personality.
He had left Konoha less than a single month ago, so why was he heading right back now?
‘They must have discussed something that completely changed Madara’s mind.’
Black Zetsu, harboring deep doubts, silently followed them.
Three days later, outside Konoha, at the site that would one day become the famous Valley of the End, now just an ordinary forest.
“I will lure Hashirama over here.
You set up the ambush in the trees,” Yang said, then stealthily made his way toward Konoha.
Black Zetsu hid in the shadows, his mind racing.
‘They want to lure Hashirama out, right?
Hehe…
in that case, I will gladly help you.’
It was broad daylight.
Hashirama was actively serving as Hokage in the Hokage building, and Tobirama was serving as Principal at the ninja academy.
With these two strongest individuals entirely absent, infiltrating the Senju compound became extremely easier.
The Yang Release Clone was crafted from a corpse whose life force had been entirely drained by Edo Tensei, his aura matched that of an inanimate object, provided he did not actively circulate chakra.
Even the most skilled sensory ninja would heavily struggle to detect him.
Relying completely on this trait, he slipped into the Senju compound with total ease.
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