The Man Behind the Scenes

With a burst of Red energy, the entire ground seemed to tremble.

The sound of the explosion echoed in the sky, startling many.

Facing this formidable power, even solid wooden shields seemed so fragile.

Among them, Hashirama felt the oppression.

At this moment, energy exploded, destroying the wooden human defenses and even the once-standing Hashirama.

Satoru watched all of this while forming complex seals with his hands. He slapped Hashirama, who had turned into dust.

Then, black lines surrounded Hashirama's damaged body. The lines intertwined and wrapped tightly, covering every part of Hashirama's body.

In this dark seal, Hashirama's voice sounded weak: "Ah... I'm sealed."

He turned to Satoru, with a smile on his face, and said, "Young man, I hope you can stop him."

"I am very optimistic about you!"

The black lines finally wrapped him into a small black ball.

The small ball slowly rotated, then slowly disappeared before their eyes.

"Hashirama..."

Under Susano'o's protection, Madara stared at the disappearing black ball.

"Have you surrendered?"

Looking at the scene where Hashirama was sealed, there was annoyance in Madara's eyes.

"Even if his power is not as good as his peak, Hashirama should not be sealed like this. It seems he rejected the shackles of Edo Tensei, thus giving this child a chance."

Madara admired Hashirama's determination.

"Ah, that makes sense. Anyway, this is Konoha. No matter who it is, Hashirama cannot tolerate it."

Then his eyes shifted to Satoru.

At this moment, Satoru also slowly turned around, his blue pupils focusing on Madara in the distance.

"It's your turn next."

"Old-fashioned products, stop being a clown."

Madara disagreed, placing his hand in front of his chest and responding with a condescending attitude: "It's not good manners to underestimate your enemy, kid."

Seeing him not responding, he seemed indifferent and sneered: "Hashirama has feelings for Konoha and won't do anything to you... I'm different."

"You will die."

Satoru shook his head. He knew Madara was trying to provoke him, so he calmly said, "Let's wait until you recover."

As they were talking, Satoru leaped and walked straight towards Susano'o!

Seeing this scene, Madara couldn't help but laugh: "Ant, let me show you my true power!"

His hands formed seals, preparing to release ninjutsu. However, at this moment, a rumbling sound came from the distance.

This roar reached the ears of both of them directly.

Satoru and Madara's movements were stopped by the rumbling sound. They turned simultaneously.

"This?"

Satoru's face immediately turned ugly. His usual calmness seemed to be disrupted.

Madara had a very different reaction.

After hearing this sound, he whispered to himself: "So, should Obito capture the Kyuubi first?"

Madara laughed, his voice full of pride, "Hahaha, you're indeed a man I like."

Then he waved his hand gently.

"Obito..."

As the name Obito came out of Madara's mouth, Satoru realized something.

Uchiha Obito... This name sparked in his mind.

Kyuubi...

Nagato's Rinnegan...

These names and events were closely related to Obito, gradually unveiling the truth behind them.

A vague outline slowly formed in Satoru's mind.

Behind all this, it seemed there was a dark hand controlling everything.

"The person who saved Uchiha Obito... Is that you?!"

He stared at Madara intently.

Madara shrugged, with a teasing smile on his face, "Your reaction is quite good, your guess is correct."

"But it doesn't matter, so what if your guess is correct?"

"If you say so, the reason why Nagato's Rinnegan has your legacy—"

Before Satoru could finish speaking, a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of Madara's mouth.

At the same time, the Mangekyo Sharingan in his eyes spun like a whirlpool.

"Ah... you said that."

He raised his head, looking at Satoru.

"That's mine."

"Rinnegan!"