Itachi’s Mangekyō Sharingan trembled violently, staring intently at the “child” before him who possessed legendary chakra.
His voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
“You… are truly… Uchiha Madara?”
Madara’s lips curved into a dangerous arc.
“What? The little brats of the Uchiha family can’t even recognize their ancestor anymore?”
Shisui’s single eye flickered with disbelief.
“But you clearly already…”
“Died?” Madara sneered.
“For true powerhouses, death is merely the beginning of another game.”
Madara’s words made the Nine-Tails in the seal space scoff.
“Stop pretending. You’re just an old ghost reincarnated using your son’s body.”
Naruto, however, jumped up excitedly.
“Dad is actually this powerful?!”
Before, he only knew Madara was strong, but he never expected this dad to be Sasuke’s ancestor.
Huh?
Does that mean I’m of a higher generation than that arrogant Sasuke?
Thinking of this, Naruto couldn’t help but show a smug smile.
Meanwhile, Sasuke, who was training his shuriken at the Uchiha compound, shivered.
“Am I catching a cold? Never mind, continue training!”
Sasuke wiped his nose and then continued his training.
After all, in practical combat class, he not only couldn’t keep up with his brother, but he couldn’t even beat Naruto.
He had to work harder!
The scene returned to the hunter’s cabin.
The suffocating silence lasted for a full minute.
Finally, Itachi took a deep breath and made a move that surprised even Madara.
He knelt on one knee and performed the most ancient Uchiha ritual.
“Ancestor, please guide us.”
Madara’s eyebrows rose slightly.
“Oh? You don’t doubt my identity?”
Itachi looked up, his black Mangekyō Sharingan meeting Madara’s Sharingan.
“This pattern of Mangekyō… besides Uchiha Madara from back then, I can’t think of anyone else.”
Shisui also struggled to stand up and bowed.
“Please save the Uchiha clan.”
Madara looked at these two young Uchiha descendants, a subtle ripple flashing in his eyes.
How many years had it been since someone had asked for his help with such piety…
“Hmph, get up.” He turned around, his voice still stern.
“I already said, the life and death of the Uchiha has nothing to do with me. However—”
The Sharingan returned to its three tomoe form.
Before long, Madara drew clear lines on the ground with a kunai, and a meticulous plan began to take shape.
Madara pointed and said, “First step! Itachi, take the heavily injured Shisui back to the village and claim that Danzō was discovered attempting to use a Jinchūriki.”
Madara’s kunai jabbed fiercely at the word “Danzō,” then pointed to Shisui’s missing right eye.
“Emphasize his eye-gouging act and the Wood Style experiments.”
Madara’s plan convinced both Itachi and Shisui.
After all, since Danzō wanted to seize the Sharingan, he should be prepared for retaliation.
Moreover, their reasons were all factual, with not a single lie.
Madara continued, “After that, I will release the Nine-Tails’ chakra outside the Uchiha compound, creating the illusion of a ‘Jinchūriki rampage’.”
Madara’s lips curved into a cruel arc.
“Make sure the current clan head, Fugaku I believe his name is, ‘happens’ to see Danzō’s figure.”
Hearing the plan being laid out, the Nine-Tails couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Danzō is truly a scapegoat!”
Ignoring the Nine-Tails, Madara looked at Itachi and Shisui.
“When the ANBU come to ‘suppress’ it, I will pretend to be sealed.”
Madara’s kunai drew towards the endpoint.
“And your job is to make everyone believe—that this was all Danzō’s conspiracy.”
Itachi’s eyes flashed.
“Lord Third won’t easily believe it…”
Madara sneered.
“So he needs ‘evidence’.”
Saying this, Madara took out a blood-stained scroll from his embrace, then formed a hand seal, summoning the arm within.
“This is…”
Itachi looked at the white arm in confusion, clearly not an arm that a human should possess.
Madara said, “This is Danzō’s arm.”
Shisui gasped.
“You even…”
“Cleaning up the battlefield is a basic skill.”
Madara snorted dismissively, but with some confusion.
“It’s just that I’m a bit curious, the cell composition of this arm seems to be from Hashirama.”
“Lord Hashirama? How is that possible?”
Shisui and Itachi were both bewildered by this.
Madara could determine that the cells were from the First Hokage just by looking at the arm.
Furthermore, after the First Hokage’s death, his body was buried by the Second Hokage, Tobirama Senju.
And the grave was guarded by ANBU.
How could anyone have obtained Lord Hashirama’s cells without anyone noticing?
Madara said nonchalantly, “Hashirama’s cells are very active.”
Saying this, Madara recalled something amusing and said to the two, “Do you know? That guy didn’t have to do anything. Just standing there, even minor injuries would heal themselves.”
Both of them widened their eyes at this.
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However, neither of them noticed Madara muttering to himself afterwards.
“It’s a miracle he managed to commit suicide with that kunai back then.”
Before long, the plan was finalized.
The pre-dawn moonlight filtered through the broken window, casting a silver glow on the three of them.
Itachi suddenly spoke.
“Ancestor, why are you helping us?”
Madara looked at the rising sun in the east.
“Who said I was helping you?”
Madara’s gaze immediately sharpened.
“I am merely cleaning house. After all, that old geezer Danzō dared to covet the power of the Sharingan.”
In response, the Nine-Tails narrowed its eyes and grinned, revealing its sharp fangs.
“Haha, old man, you only care because that guy has started threatening Naruto’s safety, so you want to kill him, right?”
However, in the seal space, Madara uncharacteristically did not retort, but silently looked ahead, as if lost in thought.
The Nine-Tails’ ears twitched, and it stared suspiciously at Madara’s back.
Usually, Madara would punch it even if he didn’t retort.
But today, Madara was acting very strangely.
“Hey! Old man? Old Madara? Give me some reaction!”
The Nine-Tails wasn’t satisfied with just calling out and even poked Madara’s back with the tip of its tail.
Madara remained motionless.
The Nine-Tails’ tail froze in mid-air, its foxy face gradually becoming serious.
Did this guy get hit by genjutsu?
Just as it was hesitating whether to slap Madara awake with its paw…
A dull thud, and a blue Susanoo fist smashed into the Nine-Tails’ face without warning, the immense impact creating ripples in the seal space.
The Nine-Tails was completely submerged in the water, splashing several meters high.
“Cough! Cough cough!”
The Nine-Tails climbed out of the water, shaking its wet fur, and glared at Madara.
“You old bastard! If you want to act mysterious, fine, but ambushing is not cool!”
Madara slowly retracted his Susanoo and snorted coldly.
“Too noisy.”
Seeing Madara’s reaction, the Nine-Tails finally smiled with satisfaction.
“Heh, that’s more like it. With that lifeless look just now, I thought you were possessed by something strange!”
Madara ignored its taunts and was silent for a moment before suddenly speaking.
“Nine-Tails, I had a dream yesterday.”
The Nine-Tails was taken aback, then scoffed.
“The great Uchiha Madara, troubled by dreams?”
Madara ignored its teasing, his gaze still fixed on the distance.
“It was a very strange dream.”
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