Suddenly, he thought of something, the Uchiha Stone Tablet.
It was a tablet passed down through the Uchiha Clan for generations.
The contents recorded on it required a special dojutsu to decipher.
Specifically, it required Mangekyo Sharingan.
Furthermore, different levels of dojutsu in the Sharingan deciphered different contents.
For example, Madara had seen the method to awaken Rinnegan with his Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, When two opposing forces unite, all things in creation are obtained.
Then, what would he decipher with Rinnegan?
A year from now, when Rinnegan matured, he would go back and see.
Madara made up his mind.
With Rinnegan awakened, Madara’s mood improved.
If he could actually sing, he might have belted out a tune while researching Yin-Yang Release.
As Madara’s Rinnegan awakened, the trace of Ashura’s chakra within him vanished completely.
Far away, the Ashura chakra inside Hashirama received memories transmitted by an external clone.
“I see.
So big brother of this generation has awakened Rinnegan.
This reincarnate is quite special.” Ashura’s face held no fear, only a calm smile.
“Brother, we have fought for a thousand years.
Perhaps this generation will finally yield a result.”
In the canon, Hashirama was already dead when Madara awakened Rinnegan, and Naruto had yet to be born, so Ashura naturally could not react.
But now, Hashirama lived, full of vitality.
“Hashirama Senju, while I cannot help you awaken Rinnegan, I hope this power, which rivals Rinnegan, can help you against Madara Uchiha.”
Ashura was the legitimate heir to Ninshu established by Hagoromo.
The Senjutsu system he possessed was in no way inferior to Rinnegan.
However, this was knowledge, not pure power, how far it could go depended entirely on Hashirama’s own skill.
That night, Hashirama dreamed of many bizarre jutsu.
Most importantly, he dreamed of Madara, a Madara with ripple eyes.
Ripple eyes?
No, those were Rinnegan!
Hashirama jolted awake.
“Madara has Rinnegan!”
‘Rinnegan…’ Kakuzu received the information transmitted by his clone and sighed in resignation.
That clone’s mouth was cursed, how could he have let Madara bring out Rinnegan ahead of time!
Complaining about the clone was useless now.
What mattered more was gaining the power to protect himself before Madara grew proficient in Rinnegan.
Beyond that, he had to prevent Madara from forming dangerous ideas like the Infinite Tsukuyomi plan.
‘Infinite Tsukuyomi…
Kaguya Otsutsuki…’ Kakuzu’s thoughts raced.
Suddenly, he thought of a problem.
Stopping the Infinite Tsukuyomi didn’t require a direct confrontation.
As a Transmigrator, he had plenty of roundabout ways to save the day.
Kakuzu shifted his mindset.
First, analyze the current situation: Madara had awakened Rinnegan early, and Hashirama was still alive.
Future developments would almost certainly diverge from Canon.
“If that’s the case, let’s make things even more chaotic!”
This time, Kakuzu utilized his Clone hidden at the Daimyo’s Residence.
The Clone didn’t need to fight.
It only needed to hold a pen.
“In ancient times, a woman descended from above, named ‘Kaguya’.
Tenji of the Land of Ancestors acquired her, astonished by her godlike figure…
called her the Rabbit Goddess…
she bore him two sons, one named Hagoromo, the second named Hamura…
later used the Infinite Tsukuyomi to create a million soldiers…”
Kakuzu had his Clone mimic the tone of an ancient scribe, writing down the story of the Sage of Six Paths era.
He then aged the book, forging it into an Ancient Book.
He didn’t know how this world’s ancient history actually unfolded.
The plot in his written book referenced the Anime Storyline.
The biggest difference from the Manga Storyline was that the anime’s Kaguya had a husband, while the manga’s Kaguya did not.
The manga’s Kaguya was the Rabbit Goddess, high and mighty.
The anime’s Kaguya Otsutsuki was more human.
For a specific purpose, Kakuzu chose the Anime Storyline.
Once the writing was finished, Kakuzu had his Clone spread the book throughout the cities near the Daimyo’s Residence.
Since this era lacked entertainment culture, this Storybook about the Sage of Six Paths gained minor popularity among the commoners.
When the Daimyo of the Land of Fire went on an inspection tour, he heard the commoners discussing the matter.
Intrigued, he made inquiries and obtained a copy of the Storybook, finding it quite amusing.
Thanks to the celebrity effect, the Storybook favored by the Daimyo of the Land of Fire gradually became a status symbol for nobles to flaunt, and the story’s circulation among the commoners grew larger and larger.
When Black Zetsu learned of this, he was furious, slamming the Storybook to the ground.
“How dare they?!
How dare these filthy monkeys?!
Who was this Tenji?
Where did this pathetic nobody come from?
Where did he the audacity to name himself my mother’s husband!?”
This world’s history was based on the manga.
There might have indeed been a Tenji of the Land of Ancestors in history, but he didn’t have a single thing to do with Kaguya Otsutsuki.
He was at most just one of her many pursuers.
How could a powerful woman like Kaguya Otsutsuki, an strong alien, be moved by a mere weak human?
How could she possibly marry him and bear his children?
If Kaguya even just sat on his thighs, his whole lower body would be pulverised.
Black Zetsu had inherited the will of Kaguya Otsutsuki, believing humans were swine for him to manipulate as he pleased.
Yet this inexplicable Ancient Book claimed that Tenji of the Land of Ancestors was Kaguya Otsutsuki’s husband.
How could Black Zetsu not be enraged?
Black Zetsu, as a being that had existed for a thousand years, could disregard anything at all, except the tarnishing of his mother, Kaguya Otsutsuki.
After all, the title of Number One Filial Son of the Ninja World wasn’t for nothing.
The Shinobi World was a patriarchal society where women held low status.
Instead, the so-called Tenji of the Land of Ancestors who had been with the Rabbit Goddess, despite having only a few words of description, was heavily glorified.
Such as claims that Tenji possessed a noble bloodline, was actually a super-powerful figure with the strength to overturn rivers and seas.
Claims that the various countries Daimyo were actually descendants of Tenji, possessing noble bloodlines and being born rulers.
The various countries Daimyo felt this benefited their rule, so they didn’t stop it.
They even secretly dispatched people to aggressively promote it, spreading the legend to every corner of the world as much as possible.
They made the commoners harbor thoughts like, “So the Daimyo is this great,” “The Daimyo’s rule is only natural,” or “Even though the Daimyo is an idiot, he’s a descendant of Tenji.”
“What a shameless fraud!
I will make these pigs pay!?”
Seeing the Daimyos, Black Zetsu destroyed everything nearby in rage.
He dreaded imagining the expression his dear mother would wear upon hearing this public opinion when she was finally freed, she would be furious.
Subjecting his mother to such slander was truly unfilial.
‘I must create a harmonious environment for my mother,’ Black Zetsu resolved.
He began plotting.
‘First, wipe out all these damn Daimyos!
These pigs need to be culled as brutally as possible.’
‘But it’s impossible by myself.’ Black Zetsu knew his limitations.
In terms of reconnaissance, he was the pinnacle of the Shinobi World.
In terms of combat, however, he was pathetic.
He had to formulate a plan, borrowing the strength of others to achieve his goal.
Hashirama?
Madara?
Black Zetsu thought of these two nephews first.
After all, they were the strongest in the current Shinobi World.
Especially Madara, who had recently awakened Rinnegan, practically securing his position as the strongest.
‘Hashirama is too rigid and has deep ties with the Daimyos, so he would never do such treasonous things…
The person for this job must possess enough ambition, which leaves only Madara Uchiha.’
On second thought, he reconsidered.
‘But if Madara rules the Shinobi World, why would he cast the Infinite Tsukuyomi?
If he doesn’t cast the Infinite Tsukuyomi, how can I rescue my mother?’
Black Zetsu’s thoughts kept shifting.
He picked up the ‘Legend of the Six Paths’ from the ground and continued flipping through it.
‘This actually states that the purpose of the Infinite Tsukuyomi is to create soldiers!
Damn you author, who are you!’
He steadied his mind, flipping the ‘Legend of the Six Paths’ to the end, and finally let out a long breath of relief.
‘This legend does not contain my existence, meaning the author does not know of me.
Furthermore, it does not indicate that the Infinite Tsukuyomi holds the power to rescue my mother.’
Black Zetsu smiled.
As long as he stayed hidden in the shadows, the success rate of any plan would increase significantly.
The secret of the Infinite Tsukuyomi had not been fully leaked, there was still a chance to cast it.
‘I need to go to the Uchiha Compound and alter the Stone Tablet.’
At this point, the contents on the Uchiha Stone Tablet could no longer deceive Madara.
Leaving it as it was would bring Black Zetsu nothing but suspicion and then hostility.
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