“Zetsu…”
Uchiha Madara opened his murky eyes and looked at the white figure before him.
He sat on a massive chair woven from wood, with many pipes inserted into his back.
Behind those pipes, it was connected to a giant Gedo Statue.
“Start talking.”
Uchiha Madara said indifferently.
Although he never stepped out, he controlled intelligence across the entire Ninja World through the vast underground network formed by the White Zetsu.
The reason was simple: the White Zetsu could not only use the “Mayfly Jutsu” to freely merge their bodies with the earth and vegetation but could also move at high speeds to any location.
In addition, White Zetsu could communicate telepathically over long distances and possessed a powerful “Disguise Jutsu,” allowing them to infiltrate any ninja village at will.
White Zetsu emerged from the ground, half its body still buried in the soil, and began to report:
“Today, Obito walked back and forth on the road twice more, helping the same White Zetsu pick up things it dropped on the ground twice.”
Uchiha Madara did not speak, only nodding slightly.
Obito was becoming kinder and kinder.
Seeing an old person fall, he couldn’t help but go to help; he cared more about others than himself.
Such people are the most perfect because when they lose everything, that kindness will rebound like a broken blade, turning into hatred sufficient to pierce the entire world.
This kind of half-baked saint is the easiest to incite the darkness and hatred within his heart.
“What about Sosuke?”
He asked.
Although Uchiha Madara had long paid attention to Obito.
He was more interested in Sosuke, who was in the same year as Obito.
Sosuke possessed the same bloodline as him, and also the same bloodline as Hashirama, making him a very special existence.
If Hashirama had agreed with his philosophy back then, the two of them wouldn’t have gone their separate ways.
Perhaps in the clan, there would be many more cases like Sosuke.
Furthermore, Sosuke had unlocked the Sharingan early on and was also very quick-witted, which proved that the mixed blood of the two clans was not conflicting.
Most importantly, Uchiha Madara had some hallucinations from Sosuke’s handsome face.
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“He performed excellently, with full marks in ninja tool throwing, and succeeded in the Three Body Technique on the first try, but there is still a lack of specific combat intelligence; he has only fought one match against Kakashi.”
White Zetsu reported the intelligence regarding Sosuke.
At the same time, Uchiha Madara also fell into memories.
Like all old people, the older one gets, the more one likes to reminisce; Uchiha Madara also liked to recall the past.
…
“Lord Madara, I have finished….”
White Zetsu glanced at Uchiha Madara. Get faster updates on g.com.
Sometimes Uchiha Madara kept his eyes half-closed, and it didn’t know if the other party was asleep or awake.
“What is his current Ninjutsu progress?”
Uchiha Madara opened his eyes again; he had just been immersed in memories.
“He is learning Water Release this week.”
White Zetsu said.
“According to observation, he is practicing a D-rank Water Release Ninjutsu, which should be the legacy left behind by Senju Tobirama.”
Water Release?
A sneer appeared at the corner of Uchiha Madara’s mouth.
Teaching Sosuke Water Release is harming Sosuke!
In Uchiha Madara’s view, Fire Release is naturally more destructive than Water Release.
That kind of cowardly technique must have been influenced by the detestable Senju Clan!
Even though Uchiha Madara possessed water-style Chakra, he rarely used Ninjutsu in that aspect.
“Continue to observe Sosuke.”
Uchiha Madara spoke.
If the attitude towards Obito was that of a pawn, for Sosuke, Madara actually had some intention of nurturing him.
Because Sosuke was equivalent to walking on his path from birth, combining the powers of the Uchiha and Senju.
If he were to transplant “Hashirama cells” into Sosuke, to what extent would the compatibility reach?
If the “Infinite Tsukuyomi” were to be completed, he might be able to give Sosuke an eternally beautiful dream as compensation.
“What about Obito?”
White Zetsu tilted his head.
“Continue to observe him as well.”
Uchiha Madara said.
Compared to the blockheaded Obito, Sosuke was much smarter and required more direct methods.
If someone was really in trouble, he would only dare to help if he ensured there were witnesses around; he was very cautious in his actions.
Therefore, Uchiha Madara planned to make few preparations.
Sosuke’s guardedness, leaving a margin for everything, showed that his nature carried a layer of filter, thinking about the gains and losses before making a move.
Such a person is not easily deceived.
But this point also made Uchiha Madara feel that Sosuke was much more easier to deal with, rather than idiot who only dreamed about romance…
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Soon, another half month passed.
The morning was a written exam, testing basic theory, Q&A on the will of fire, and theoretical knowledge of ninja tools.
Sosuke answered everything very well; for the will of fire section, the key point was to write that the Third Hokage was as majestic as the rising sun, allowing the great tree that is Konoha to grow sturdily.
Sosuke almost wanted to stand up and shout out his loyalty, so and so.
In the afternoon, it was the practical part.
On the playground, Umino Shika stood in front of the students holding a roster, and the training ground behind him had already been marked with white lines for several sparring areas.
“This afternoon, we will conduct the practical sparring test.
Those whose names are called, step forward, two people per group.”
As soon as his voice fell, Uchiha Obito jumped out impatiently.
“Kakashi!”
Obito pointed at the conspicuous silver hair in the crowd.
“I want to challenge you, Kakashi!”
Kakashi didn’t even lift his eyelids much, just shook his head.
“Idiot.”
With Obito’s three tricks, Kakashi could beat him with his eyes closed.
“What did you say?”
Because Rin Nohara was still watching, Obito’s face felt a bit embarrassed.
“Even if there is a challenge, it won’t be your turn, Obito.”
Kakashi shook his head.
He looked at Sosuke.
If possible, he would rather spar with Sosuke.
Seeing Kakashi’s gaze come over, Sosuke nodded slightly.
The current Kakashi had not yet established enough of a bond with Obito; the two were at best just deskmates who bickered.
It would only be after the Ninja World War started that their relationship would heat up rapidly.
It possessed the most magical power in the Ninja World…
“bond”.
“Obito, mind the order.”
Umino Shika tapped the roster in his hand, his tone serious.
“Step forward only when your name is called; unauthorized challenges will not be counted towards the score.”
Obito had no choice but to retreat to the queue sullenly.
If he really got a zero, he would be done for.
Umino Shika looked down at the roster and read out the names of the first group for sparring.