Chapter 62

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"Konoha's White Fang."

Madara looked at the intelligence with interest.

"Konoha's strongest force right now. His power has almost reached your level, Madara."

Black Zetsu had received information about White Fang at the earliest opportunity.

White Zetsu had been underground on the battlefield at the time.

"My strength?" Madara sneered. "Do you really understand my strength?"

Cutting through mountains was nothing difficult for him.

He could even unleash more devastating power if he wished.

Just a junior, after all.

"So, he's only close. The other side now has the qualification to challenge you."

Black Zetsu was well aware of Madara's power, which is why he made such an assessment.

Even Madara wouldn't have taken that strike easily.

However, the opponent could only unleash that attack once before losing their strength, which was incomparable to Madara.

Such powerful strength was something Madara could maintain continuously.

Madara was rather dismissive. In the entire shinobi world, only Hashirama was worthy of being his opponent.

Everyone else was just a bunch of weaklings, merely toys to amuse him.

"In that case, I'm looking forward to it. Only then will this shinobi world have some meaning."

Although he disdained White Fang's strength, Madara was also looking forward to new opponents appearing.

After all, a shinobi world that he could easily crush before achieving his goal would be too dull.

Having an opponent gave challenges meaning.

The title "Shinobi World's Asura" wasn't given to him for nothing.

"And the reason for his strength is also because of the Basic Inner Technique from Uchiha Jin."

Black Zetsu added.

"Uchiha Jin."

Madara narrowed his eyes. He had been keeping an eye on this person, and even had the three-layer Basic Inner Technique in his possession.

Konoha couldn't detect White Zetsu's probing.

Moreover, the Basic Inner Technique wasn't only in the Scroll of Seals; Danzo had a copy as well.

It was all too easy for White Zetsu to obtain it.

Madara could still move freely now, thanks to the Basic Inner Technique.

This sealing technique even had a rare life-extending effect.

"Are you planning to make Jin your successor?"

Black Zetsu asked.

Such powerful ninjutsu talent would make an excellent pawn.

He was keen to guide him.

But Madara shook his head.

"Jin's heart is shrouded in darkness; he cannot awaken the Mangekyō."

Only those with a pure heart who fall into darkness can awaken the Mangekyō in their despair.

According to Madara's view,

If Jin were to fall into darkness,

It would be like returning home.

No discomfort at all.

Why would the Uchiha produce someone like this?

It was absurd.

From his birth until now, Madara had seen all kinds of people within the Uchiha.

But someone like Jin was a first.

However,

Not even being able to awaken the Mangekyō, he was nothing more than a failure like Tobirama.

In his plans, the Mangekyō Sharingan was essential.

"And what about Fugaku?"

Black Zetsu asked again.

Madara had predicted that Fugaku had the potential to awaken the Mangekyō.

"Indecisive, a weakling who only endures the village's oppression."

Even if someone like him awakened the Mangekyō, he would be nothing more than a pitiful struggler within the village.

If he were chosen as his successor, he would be easier to control.

But he wouldn't accomplish anything significant and would be played to death by the rest of the shinobi world.

Choosing him was no better than keeping an eye on Uchiha Jin.

"The matter of a successor, we'll continue to wait."

With the chakra accumulated from the Basic Inner Technique extending his lifespan,

He wasn't worried at all.

If this generation didn't have one, that didn't mean the next wouldn't.

If not for this aged and weakened body, he would have stepped in personally long ago.

He hadn't expected the Rinnegan to awaken only when he was old.

"Now, with the Basic Inner Technique, Konoha has become too strong. If this continues, even the combined forces of the other villages won't be able to stand against them."

Black Zetsu didn't want to see a peaceful shinobi world. If Konoha became too strong, it would bring back the peace that existed during Hashirama's time.

In terms of sheer numbers, Konoha's shinobi might be fewer.

But in terms of elite shinobi, they had no shortage.

Jiraiya, Tsunade, Orochimaru, White Fang, Might Duy, along with Hiruzen and Danzo.

They could easily produce seven elite shinobi in one breath.

Who knows what other forces they had hidden?

This was not a power that a single village could stand against.

"Konoha, huh?"

Madara's gaze flickered.

The village he and Hashirama had built.

But now, Konoha's overwhelming strength didn't align with his expectations.

It would hinder the growth of his chosen successor.

"In the name of Kirigakure, spread the Basic Inner Technique to other villages, to bolster their strength."

"Understood."

Madara closed his eyes.

In the name of peace, all sacrifices were worth it.

For the sake of the Infinite Tsukuyomi.

...

Land of Rain

Purple poison mist spread in all directions.

On top of the massive salamander, Hanzo, wearing a breathing apparatus, stood tall.

Under the poison mist, shinobi from Suna, Iwa, and even Konoha could only retreat.

He alone had repelled the shinobi of three major villages.

But not everyone retreated unharmed; many shinobi inhaled the poison, collapsed, and could no longer move.

At this moment, the Rain shinobi behind Hanzo would swarm forward, sending their enemies to their graves.

The Konoha shinobi suffered the least damage among the three sides.

Even within the poison mist, many of them could hold out for a while, giving them enough time to retreat with their comrades.

"Hanzo of the Salamander, do you intend to make an enemy of Konoha!?"

A Konoha shinobi who couldn't escape in time knelt on the ground.

His leg was severely injured in the battle, and there were no teammates around.

In such a situation, escape was impossible. He could only shout at Hanzo.

"You should know that White Fang will never let you off."

"White Fang?"

Hanzo looked down at the shinobi from above.

"You major villages have wreaked havoc in the Land of Rain, leaving its people homeless. The damage you've done to this country is enough."

"What difference does it make if I make an enemy of you?"

"What difference does it make if White Fang comes?"

Hanzo raised his sickle high and hurled it at the distant Konoha shinobi.

"White Fang, let him come. I want to see just how strong his blade really is."

The Land of Rain had suffered too much from the battles of these major villages.

And now, they were even threatening him on his own land.

Grabbing the chain attached to the sickle, Hanzo yanked it back, and the sickle pierced through the Konoha shinobi's head.

As the shinobi's body fell lifelessly,

"Konoha! Iwa! Suna! The days of your wanton destruction are over!"

"If you want a fight, we'll fight!"

Rain fell from the sky.

It was as if the Land of Rain was weeping.

In the midst of the country's desperate cries,

One by one, shinobi wearing the Rain Village forehead protectors emerged from the ruined rubble.

Surrounding all those who tried to escape.

"If you want war!"

"Then war it is!"

Poison mist spread outwards.

At this moment,

Hanzo of the Salamander,

Declared war on the three major shinobi villages.

(End of Chapter)