novel-bin Chapter 262 Hokage Madara: Where did the hands and the Uchiha clan go?
Chapter 262 Hokage Madara: Where did the hands and the Uchiha clan go?
Chapter 262 Hokage Madara: Where did the Senju and Uchiha clans go?
The overwhelming pressure was like a mountain collapsing, making it hard for Kakashi and Jiraiya to breathe.
We can't hide it any longer!
Kakashi instantly understood the situation.
Faced with such a terrifying existence, lies will only lead to even more terrible consequences.
Only by being honest can problems be solved.
He quickly exchanged a glance with Jiraiya, and they both saw the same determination in each other's eyes.
Kakashi took a deep breath and tried to remain calm as he said, "The Uchiha clan—no longer exists."
"Oh----"
Madara Uchiha chuckled dismissively upon hearing this, his crimson pupils narrowing slightly.
"It no longer exists?"
Then, he suddenly raised his finger, pointing at Sasuke beside him, and asked with a half-smile, "Then what is this child?! Is the Uchiha bloodline in him fake?!"
Madara Uchiha did not buy into these words.
How could the Uchiha clan, the founding family of Konoha and a clan full of powerful members, just disappear like that?
It's simply a horror of slipping the world!
In his mind, the Uchiha clan was deeply rooted and flourishing; how could they possibly disappear into thin air?!
At this moment, Jiraiya added in a deep voice, "Kakashi wasn't lying. Sasuke—he is the last surviving member of the Uchiha clan."
"————!"
Madara Uchiha's pupils suddenly contracted, his face darkened, and his gaze slowly shifted to Sasuke.
Sasuke felt a chill run down his spine under the terrifying gaze.
After a moment, he slowly nodded, tacitly agreeing with Jiraiya's words.
Sasuke's action was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Madara Uchiha's tall and imposing figure stood frozen in place, motionless, but Kakashi and Jiraiya felt the surrounding air suddenly drop in temperature, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
"The last one—alone?"
Madara Uchiha repeated it softly, his voice hoarse, "The Uchiha—are they wiped out?"
In an instant, the killing intent was released, making the air even more viscous.
After a long silence, when Madara Uchiha looked at Kakashi and Jiraiya again, the initial doubt in his crimson eyes was gone, replaced by an undisguised chilling killing intent.
"Very good—now, tell me one."
"Who did this?!"
Kakashi and Jiraiya both felt a jolt in their hearts, and for a moment neither of them could respond.
The two exchanged a glance, both seeing embarrassment and fear in each other's eyes.
This was an extremely difficult problem, and they didn't know how to bring it up.
Kakashi's Adam's apple bobbed, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
His mind raced, trying to figure out how to reveal part of the truth without completely enraging the legendary ninja before him.
However, he hadn't even had time to organize his thoughts.
"That's the guy!"
A roar filled with hatred suddenly rang out.
"They're the masked man's accomplices! Another imposter posing as an Uchiha! They did it!"
Sasuke's deep-seated hatred erupted completely at this moment!
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Uchiha Sasuke have been detected! Emotional value +800!]
Madara Uchiha frowned slightly: "—An accomplice?"
His gaze shifted to Sasuke, his voice carrying an oppressive force.
"Explain yourself! Who is it?!"
Sasuke took a deep breath, trying his best to suppress the rising bitterness and anger.
He clenched his fists and hoarsely poured out the "truth" he knew.
That night—
Listen to the truth that Sasuke tells you.
Jiraiya silently lowered his head, and Kakashi also lowered his eyes, his expression complicated.
Because of the dream, Sasuke has some misunderstandings about what happened back then.
While this paraphrase may not be comprehensive and may even contain some misunderstandings, it may be the best option at this moment.
At least, Sasuke's words pointed them in the direction that Madara Uchiha cared about most, and also relieved them of their worries about the most difficult problem.
Moreover—Madara Uchiha's attitude towards this junior of the same clan was clearly different from his attitude towards them.
The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.
Madara Uchiha could only stay for one day; even if he wanted to investigate further, he wouldn't have enough time.
As long as we can get through this day—
However, before Kakashi and Jiraiya could secretly rejoice for long, Madara Uchiha listened silently to Sasuke's account, but his face did not show the expected rage.
On the contrary, his expression grew increasingly somber and calm, like the calm before a storm.
"snort----"
Madara Uchiha suddenly let out a cold snort with an inscrutable meaning, staring down at Sasuke.
That gaze sent a chill down Sasuke's spine.
He spoke slowly, questioning, "Kid, are you saying—the Uchiha clan, one of the founding clans of Konoha, possessing the Sharingan bloodline limit, one of the most powerful clans in the ninja world—could be slaughtered overnight by those two rats who only knew how to hide using eye techniques and whose strength was utterly insignificant?"
"Isn't the Uchiha clan far too weak?!"
"What do you take the pride and power of the Uchiha clan for?"
"————!"
Sasuke was caught off guard by Madara Uchiha's barrage of questions, his mind reeling.
He opened his mouth, intending to refute, but no words came out.
Yes, if there really are only two enemies —
How could a powerful clan like the Uchiha be wiped out overnight without any resistance?!
His lips moved but no sound came out.
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Uchiha Sasuke have been detected! Emotional value +400!]
Madara Uchiha narrowed his eyes as he looked at the boy, his cold gaze sweeping back over Kakashi and Jiraiya.
"Hmph—it seems this brat has been kept in the dark by you all."
His voice suddenly rose, becoming aggressive.
"Where are the rest of Konoha? The police force? The Anbu? What are the other clans doing? Are they all dead?!"
With each question posed, Madara Uchiha's momentum grew stronger, becoming deafening.
Kakashi and Jiraiya's expressions grew increasingly grim, and for a moment they were unable to answer.
"And the Thousand Hands clan!"
"The Senju clan isn't completely wiped out, is they? Did they just stand by and watch the Uchiha clan be massacred without doing anything?!"
The Senju Clan —
Kakashi's pupils contracted slightly, a struggle flashing through his mind.
He hesitated for two seconds, but still chose to answer truthfully: "The Senju clan—has also—declined for a long time."
"!!"
Madara Uchiha's eyes widened suddenly, his face turning pale with horror.
The Senju clan—gone too?!
The usually arrogant Madara Uchiha showed a rare hint of confusion on his face.
"The Uchiha clan—gone? The Senju clan—gone too?"
He muttered to himself, the impact of this information far exceeding that of the moment he learned of the Uchiha clan's annihilation.
Madara Uchiha stood frozen in place, his mind churning violently.
He and Hashirama jointly established Konohagakure, founded by the two strongest ninja clans.
Decades later, their very foundations collapsed?!
For a moment, Madara Uchiha even felt a strong sense of unreality.
How is that possible?
This is absolutely outrageous—it's like a poorly made-up story by a three-year-old!
He stared intently at Kakashi, his crimson eyes gradually replacing shock and confusion with scrutiny and doubt.
These two so-called Konoha ninjas in front of me—
How credible are their words?!
His gaze swept over Sasuke, who was standing not far away in a daze, and his mind raced.
I'm afraid this child has also been deceived by them!
"S-senpai, please calm down."
Kakashi noticed the hostility in Madara Uchiha's eyes, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"I know this sounds absurd, but the world you live in—is not the same as our reality! Everything that's happening here is just a special—"
"Shut up!"
Before Kakashi could finish speaking, Madara Uchiha suddenly waved his hand and shouted angrily, silencing Kakashi's remaining words.
Madara Uchiha glanced coldly at Kakashi, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.
"What you're saying is utterly absurd!"
He suppressed the surging rage within him, but a scene he had experienced not long ago flashed through his mind.
That boy named Shimura Danzo.
Despite his mediocre strength, his eyes reveal ambition and decisiveness, indicating a profound understanding of power.
In particular, Izuna had a very high opinion of him at the time, believing that this boy was a promising talent.
Danzo —
A glint flashed in Madara Uchiha's eyes.
If I remember correctly, Izuna seemed to value him quite a bit —
Perhaps he can provide some information that is closer to the truth?
With this in mind, Madara Uchiha had already made up his mind.
He raised his head, looked directly at Kakashi and Jiraiya, and asked in a deep voice, "Shimura Danzo, do you know this person? Is he still alive?"
Upon hearing this, Kakashi's expression immediately turned extremely ugly.
"Shimura Danzo?!"
Jiraiya was also deeply shocked. Neither of them expected that Madara Uchiha would suddenly call out Danzo at this critical moment.
In an instant, both Kakashi and Jiraiya felt a chill in their hearts.
This is not a good thing.
If Danzo is involved, things will only become more complicated.
Madara Uchiha's patience had completely worn off. He frowned and asked impatiently, "What? You don't know? Or—"
"Know!"
Kakashi dared not hesitate any longer. He took a deep breath and solemnly replied, "Danzo—is still alive."
"very good."
Madara Uchiha nodded slightly, seemingly quite satisfied with the answer.
His voice hardened, and he gave the order directly: "Summon him here immediately! I want to see him in person—"
Listen to him!
The moment those words were spoken, a chilling sense of oppression suddenly descended.
Kakashi and Jiraiya exchanged a glance, both seeing fear and confusion in each other's eyes.
They knew in their hearts that Madara Uchiha's desire to meet Danzo was definitely not a good sign.
But the words had already been spoken, and under the overwhelming pressure of this murderous aura, they had no room to refuse.
[Ding! Kakashi Hatake's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +20!]
[Ding! Jiraiya's emotional fluctuations have been detected! Emotional value +200!]
Kakashi replied, "Yes."
The land of rain, where it is always drizzling.
Suddenly, a distorted ripple appeared in the space of Obito's residence.
"Thump!"
With a strange spatial fluctuation, a figure fell awkwardly from the void and crashed heavily onto the floor.
It was Obito who had fled in panic.
Obito knelt on the ground, his heavy breathing echoing in the silent room.
He raised his hand and ripped off the mask, his face covered in cold sweat and his expression ferocious.
"Cough—cough cough—!"
Obito's body trembled slightly, and with each cough, his chest felt as if it were being torn apart, causing excruciating pain.
-
Obito's eyes held an undisguised sense of relief and lingering fear of surviving a close call.
"They escaped and came back—"
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Uchiha Obito have been detected! Emotional value +600!]
Madara Uchiha's overwhelming power was beyond his imagination.
"Too careless—"
"I was so naive as to think I could outmaneuver him—"
Yes, we were too careless!
This Hokage Madara is far more terrifying than he expected!
Obito lowered his head, his gaze falling on his severed arm, his heart filled with sorrow.
The injuries he sustained this time were no less severe than the crushing defeat he suffered against Minato Namikaze years ago.
Just as he was secretly regretting it, suddenly—
"Thump, thump, thump."
A knocking sound suddenly rang out, exceptionally clear in the silent, enclosed room.
"————!"
Obito's pupils contracted, and his nerves instantly tightened to the extreme.
Someone's coming!
And without even thinking, he knew who the visitor was.
absolutely.
Upon thinking of this, Obito felt a surge of intense vigilance and anger.
He endured the excruciating pain and struggled to stand up from the ground. Even though he was extremely weak at the moment, he could not show weakness in the face of death.
Obito swayed and couldn't help but cough violently again.
"puff!"
A large mouthful of blood gushed out, splattering bright red blood onto the floor.
The knocking on the door suddenly stopped.
In the silence, a dark shadow flashed across the door, and a human-shaped figure passed right through the door and floated into the room without any hindrance.
The newcomer was half black as ink and half white as paper; he was truly extraordinary.
He looked around the room and was immediately taken aback by what he saw.
"Obito! How did you get hurt like this?! Who did this to you—"
"Shut up!"
Before Black Zetsu could finish speaking, Obito suddenly roared and stared intently at Black Zetsu.
"Absolutely—you should know perfectly well what's going on, right?! Stop pretending in front of me!"
Black Zetsu was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and a hint of confusion and innocence appeared in his pupils at the right moment.
"What? Obito, what do you mean by that? I don't understand—"
"Hmph—still playing dumb?"
Obito's gaze grew increasingly sharp.
"Last night—in that damned theater—the seventh person who hid in the shadows and cast the crucial vote—"
"It must be you, Black Zetsu!"
"Others might not have noticed that shadow on the screen at the end, but my eyes saw it clearly. Who else could it be but you, that sinister fellow?!"
Black Zetsu maintained that bewildered expression, his sinister voice neither hurried nor slow.
"Obito, I don't understand what you're talking about."
"What theater? The seventh person—are you mistaken?"
He spread his hands, making an innocent gesture.
"I also want to ask you, what exactly happened—"
"That's enough!"
Obito interrupted Black Zetsu's sophistry.
He was seriously injured and exhausted at the moment, so no amount of questioning would help.
He couldn't play dumb, so Obito's eyes dimmed. He stared up at the yellowish ceiling, a mocking smile on his face, and said with self-mockery and melancholy, "Your—old father—is indeed incredibly powerful."
Upon hearing this, Black Zetsu's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.
An elderly father?
Hearing Obito's almost resigned sigh, Black Zetsu's mind raced.
So, does that mean he personally went to find Madara, the Hokage who descended into reality?
Could it be that he attacked Madara as well?
Black Zetsu lowered his eyes to look at Obito, an incredulous look flashing in his eyes.
What on earth is going on with this idiot's brain?
All he has to offer is Kamui, yet he dares to provoke Madara Uchiha, who is at his peak?
That's practically suicide!
He couldn't help but shake his head, his opinion of Obito plummeting to rock bottom.
A piece of trash is a piece of trash, forever ignorant of their own limitations!
Just as he was secretly chuckling to himself, suddenly—
A subtle fluctuation of chakra surged into Black Zetsu's mind through White Zetsu's intelligence network.
Black Jue's expression changed slightly, and his heart suddenly tightened.
This is—a signal from Orochimaru's side?!
He tilted his head quietly for a few seconds, then his eyes lit up.
Did it work? !
It was even faster than expected!
A surge of ecstasy welled up in Hei Jue's heart, and even his originally gloomy face couldn't help but show a hint of excitement as he desperately suppressed the excitement that was about to overflow from his heart.
However, he was overthinking it. At this moment, Obito was immersed in his frustration with his own defeat and his resentment towards Zetsu. He didn't notice Zetsu's sudden change in expression.
Jue was still experiencing uncontrollable ecstasy.
Just in time —
Madara Naruto has also descended into reality; perhaps we could use him for a while.
Black Zetsu narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly made up his mind.
He slowly turned around, looked at Obito who still looked dejected, and said in a sinister voice, "Alright, let's talk about these things later. You're too badly injured, don't push yourself. I'll take you to get treatment first."