In Senju Tobirama’s understanding, death warriors were killing tools who had undergone cruel training, absolutely obeyed orders, and were cold and merciless.
Logically, there should be no such thing as holding back.
But in that instant just now, he had clearly felt death approaching, yet had miraculously survived.
The reason behind this plunged him into deep confusion.
Seeing his younger brother lost in thought, Senju Hashirama lightly patted Tobirama’s shoulder and pulled him back.
“Tobirama?
Did you discover something?”
Senju Tobirama did not answer immediately.
He only silently listened to the rain striking down, the rhythmic dripping sound seeming like accompaniment to his thoughts.
After a long time, he slowly spoke.
“Why did that death warrior leave me alive?”
His eyes revealed confusion and incomprehension.
This question hung over his heart like dark clouds.
When Hashirama heard this question, he also fell silent.
He looked toward the distant direction you had left, his heart likewise full of doubts.
On the battlefield, they had faced countless enemies, but they had never encountered a situation so full of mysteries.
In that enemy’s eyes, there seemed to be many unknown secrets hidden, but as for what they were, he had no clue.
At the same time, you dragged your exhausted body back to the clan grounds.
Your steps were heavy, each one seeming to use up all your strength.
Rain soaked through your clothes, and your hair stuck messily to your face, but your eyes remained firm and cold.
Thinking of the white-haired, red-eyed child whom Senju Jiro had blocked in front of himself, you felt grief and anger beyond measure.
That child’s eyes had been full of fear and stubbornness, stirring a trace of pity in your heart.
The time for the old faction death warrior’s poison to flare up quietly arrived as well.
An indescribable pain spread from deep within your body, as if countless ants were gnawing at your bone marrow.
Enduring the severe pain, you slowly crouched against the wall, both hands tightly clutching your chest.
Your nails sank deeply into your palms, yet you were completely unaware.
Your breathing became hurried and heavy, every gasp like a struggle against death.
You walked into your room with difficulty, endured the pain, and took a bottle of antidote from the drawer.
But your hands trembled terribly, and several times you failed to open the cap.
“Damn it!” you cursed softly, your heart full of anger and helplessness.
Finally, you opened the cap and drank the antidote in one gulp.
You collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily as you waited for the pain to ease.
The rain outside the window was still falling endlessly, as though it would never stop.
Looking at the ceiling, your thoughts gradually drifted away.
You remembered those days when you were a death warrior: endless killing, cold training, and those memories buried deep in your heart.
After an unknown amount of time, your body finally stopped trembling, and the pain gradually lessened.
You slowly sat up, your eyes becoming even colder.
“Though your action this time succeeded, it also made the Senju Clan wary.” Uchiha Reikei suddenly appeared at the doorway.
You answered coldly, “So what?
I don’t fear them.”
“You cannot be careless.
The Senju Clan is not so easy to deal with,” Uchiha Reikei reminded you.
You were silent for a moment.
“I know.”
On the other side, Senju Tobirama was also training bitterly.
In his heart, he kept thinking about that Uchiha death warrior who had spared him.
He did not understand her motive, but he knew he had to become stronger in order to protect his family and clan members.
“Tobirama, don’t push yourself too hard.” Hashirama looked at his younger brother and spoke with distress.
Senju Tobirama raised his head.
“Big Brother, I cannot let something like that happen again.”
A piece of news spread through the entire Uchiha like a swift wind: the Senju Clan had suffered an assassination last night, and Senju Jiro, known as the Senju strategist, had actually died at the assassin’s hands.
Now, the entire Senju Clan was furious and was offering rewards everywhere to capture the mysterious killer from last night.
In Madara’s mind, the words you had said to him last night—”I have a mission”—flashed past.
A strong premonition surged in his heart, and he almost immediately guessed who the person the Senju Clan was searching for had to be.
Worry flooded his heart like a tide.
He no longer hesitated and hurried toward your residence.
At this moment, you were curled up alone inside your room.
You only felt cold all over, as if you were inside an ice cellar.
That chill sank deep into your bones, leaving you without even the strength to stand.
You could only quietly lean against the wall, eyes closed as you regulated your condition.
Madara arrived outside your door, yet his footsteps stopped there for a long time.
His heart was somewhat conflicted.
On one hand, he was eager to confirm your safety; on the other, he feared seeing you wounded.
In the end, he slowly raised his hand and knocked on the door.
Inside the room, you heard the knocking and slowly opened your eyes, which were full of doubt.
Forcing your weak body to move, you rose and walked to the door.
The instant you opened it, your gaze met Madara’s.
Uchiha Madara’s eyes were full of concern and anxiety, while you only looked at him quietly without speaking.
He noticed that your face was pale as paper, your lips completely bloodless, and your entire person gave off a weak and powerless aura.
Madara stepped forward and braced against the door you wanted to close, asking in a low, hoarse voice, “Are you hurt?”
His gaze locked tightly on your face, as if wanting to find the answer there.
Seeing Madara’s domineering action, a strange ripple rose in your heart.
But you still shook your head, trying to hide your discomfort.
How could Uchiha Madara easily believe you?
Without saying a word, he suddenly reached out and forcefully grabbed your wrist.
Even through a layer of glove, he could still clearly feel that your body temperature was shockingly cold.
That chill seemed able to pierce through the glove and reach straight into his heart.
Madara did not hesitate at all.
He mobilized the chakra within his body and slowly sent it into yours.
That warm chakra was like a trickling stream flowing through your body, gradually dispelling the chill inside you.
You could feel that warmth spreading little by little.
Your originally freezing body slowly recovered its temperature, and your cold blood also began to flow again.
After your body temperature returned to normal, Madara’s hand still did not let go.
He tightly held your wrist, and you could vaguely sense that Madara seemed to have different feelings for you.
“What, reluctant to let go of me?” Hearing your voice, Madara belatedly released your hand.
His fingertips rubbed together intentionally or unintentionally, as if savoring the touch from that moment just now.
“…Not at all.
You really are ridiculously narcissistic!” You looked at Madara’s reddened ears, yet the words from his mouth were very unpleasant.
“It seems the young clan head is very concerned about his clan members.”
Madara heard that your words seemed to be praising him and became somewhat pleased, but he was happy far too soon.
“So concerned that he disregards the difference between men and women and personally comes to transmit chakra to a clan member.” Your voice carried some teasing.
“I only happened to pass by…” When Madara said this, it had quite the feeling of protesting too much.
“Oh~” You pretended to understand, but Madara heard the amusement in your tone.
You suddenly moved closer to Madara, and Madara subconsciously retreated several steps.
“What are you doing now, woman!”
“Actually, if the young clan head likes me, you can say it directly.
After all, I quite like the young clan head.” Your voice was very light, only audible to the two of you.
“You really are unreasonable!” Madara pushed you away, his chest rising and falling greatly, as if you had angered him badly.
After saying this, he left.
Inside the room, after Madara left, you stood where you were for a long time.
Your hand lightly touched the wrist Madara had held, where it seemed his lingering warmth still remained.
Madara walked along the road back, your face constantly surfacing in his mind.
Vile, strange, and cold—these three words appeared perfectly together in one woman.
Uchiha Nagi spoke in a very unreliable way, and in the depths of her eyes there was always a world-weariness even she herself did not notice.
Even now, her strength remained mysterious and unfathomable.
Madara could not clearly say what his feelings for her were, but the rapid beating of his heart expressed his true thoughts very directly.
It seemed he could only increase his strength.
He did not want to be suppressed by Uchiha Nagi forever in the future.
Deep underground, darkness spread endlessly.
Black Zetsu lurked there like a ghost.
The sealed progenitor of chakra, Otsutsuki Kaguya, was Black Zetsu’s only concern and mission.
To rescue Mother, it needed a powerful and crucial chess piece, and Uchiha Madara was undoubtedly the most perfect choice it had found over these long years.
Madara was not only Indra’s reincarnate, but also the person with the greatest potential in a thousand years.
Black Zetsu secretly made up its mind: no matter what price had to be paid, it had to gain Madara’s trust and make him the key to realizing the plan.
And Black Zetsu also realized Madara’s ignorant young love for Uchiha Nagi.
This might become an excellent opportunity.
If it could use Uchiha Nagi to stimulate Madara, perhaps it could make him awaken the Mangekyo Sharingan, thereby allowing the plan to proceed more smoothly.
Thinking this, Black Zetsu’s figure hidden in the darkness seemed to reveal a trace of satisfaction and anticipation.
Inside the room, everything was quiet.
You sat cross-legged on the tatami, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.
Your soul seemed to be drawn into some kind of domain.
“I truly did not expect that you would meet Indra’s reincarnation so quickly.” A white-haired woman with green eyes sat opposite you.
“What do you want to say?
Uchiha Showa.” You looked at her coldly.
“You really are heartless,” the woman said, pretending to be hurt, then drew closer.
“Sometimes I wonder whether you truly are my reincarnate.”
“Your reincarnate?” You half-covered your face and let out an arrogant laugh.
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“The feeling of being controlled in reverse by your reincarnate must be unpleasant, right?”
“As for the fate of the reincarnate, there is no need to trouble you to interfere.
I will be the chosen one, and I will also be the only one.”
“Whether it is me, or Uchiha Madara.”
Without warning, you opened your eyes.
Your left eye instantly turned emerald green.
Floating light flowed within it, and the shikigami pattern in the pupil spun rapidly in the eye socket.
Blood began flowing from your left eye, sliding down your pale cheek.
At this moment, you looked extremely strange.
In that instant, short yet long, several fragments flashed through your mind.
You saw Madara’s younger brother, Uchiha Gen, on a fierce battlefield against the Senju Clan in the near future.
His flame of life abruptly went out, and his young face was forever fixed in that moment of blood and chaos.
You also saw Uchiha Madara, who had awakened the Six Paths power, becoming an awe-inspiring existence, yet his eyes revealed endless loneliness and vicissitudes.
The final scene was of Madara, completely unguarded, being attacked by a black creature.
His life was in danger, and despair and unwillingness filled his eyes.
Although you did not know what deeper meaning was hidden behind these images, nor how all of this would develop, you slowly raised your hand and lightly touched your changed left eye.
The green light and flowing radiance gradually faded, returning to normal.
The room once again fell into deathlike silence, as if that strange scene just now had never happened.
On both banks of the Naka River, dark clouds gathered.
The flames of war between the Uchiha and Senju, these two great enemy clans, once again blazed fiercely.
Inside the Uchiha clan grounds, Uchiha Madara was alone in his room.
The surroundings were so quiet that only the rustling of him flipping through ancient forbidden technique scrolls could be heard.
He concentrated fully on deciphering those obscure and difficult runes and formulas.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open violently, and hurried footsteps broke the silence.
Madara raised his head in astonishment.
Before he could ask anything, you had already rushed before him, grabbed his hand without explanation, and charged out the door.
He subconsciously ran with you, his gaze sweeping toward the direction you were heading.
His heart tightened; that seemed to be where the battlefield was.
“What happened?” Madara could not help asking.
He had never seen you so panicked.
Your eyes carried unprecedented urgency, and your steps became faster and faster as those fragments flashed constantly through your mind.
“Uchiha Gen is at the Naka River.”
His mother Aki had died from a difficult childbirth.
The fifth son, Uchiha Gen, had been weak since birth, and his growth had always been accompanied by the clan members’ careful protection.
Uchiha Gen was regarded as a treasure by his father and brothers, and was strictly forbidden from setting foot on dangerous battlefields.
Madara’s heart was full of doubt.
How could Gen appear on that bloody battlefield?
But he knew well that you had always acted steadily and were not someone who would joke casually about such a thing, so he chose to believe you.
Uchiha Gen had long since found out that there was a war with the Senju at the Naka River.
His eldest brother had gone to the battlefield at four years old, and even his other elder brothers had participated in battles one after another.
Yet he was already five years old, but Father and the clan members still forbade him from fighting.
He was a member of the Uchiha too.
Today, he absolutely had to shine on the battlefield and let them know how foolish it was not to let him participate in combat.
This time, whether in numbers or tactics, the Senju had greatly underestimated the Uchiha’s strength.
Just as Uchiha Reikei was about to command the ninja under him to circle around the rear, he saw an unbelievable member.
Seeing that he had not moved yet, Uchiha Yasumichi could not help urging him, “What are you waiting for?
The Uchiha will definitely win this battle.”
Reikei shook his head and pointed at Uchiha Gen without speaking.
“What are those useless fools in the clan grounds doing!
They can’t even watch a five-year-old child!” Yasumichi’s expression changed greatly.
“Carry out your task as normal.
I’ll go bring the fifth young master back.”
“Fifth Young Master, it’s dangerous there!” Before Yasumichi could get close, he discovered that a Senju ninja was attempting to attack Uchiha Gen.
At the critical moment, that ninja was pierced through the abdomen by a samurai long blade.
Uchiha Gen recovered from his fright.
“B-Big Brother!”
Gen seemed to have all strength drained from him, his small face deathly pale.
Just a little more, and he would have lost his brother.
Madara grabbed Gen by the collar and put him into Yasumichi’s arms.
“I will trouble the Great Elder to personally make a trip back.
I will handle things here.”
Yasumichi did not refuse.
In terms of combat ability, the young clan head before him, only twelve years old, was already extremely outstanding.
Moreover, he had awakened the Sharingan.
In terms of strength, he was also the most exceptional one.