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In the deeper recesses of the Evil God Sect Underground Cavern.
Tap, tap, tap.
In the darkness, the sound of slow footsteps and a cane tapping the ground echoed.
The torches on the walls flickered to life, illuminating the face of the person.
Gray-white hair, an aged face, and dressed in a dark blue robe, the person leaned on a wooden cane.
He looked frail, but when he slightly opened his eyes, a pair of extremely evil and cold Three-Tomoe Sharingan eyes shone in his eye sockets.
This person was none other than the once-feared Demon of the Shinobi World, Uchiha Madara!
Just the mention of his name represented unparalleled power.
Uchiha Madara casually found a square rock and slowly sat down.
Soon, the darkness was again filled with the sound of stiff and heavy footsteps.
A man with a clear and handsome face, gray-white hair, and a blue bead decoration on his head, who habitually kept his eyes closed, slowly walked over.
He wore a blue conical hat with the kanji for 'water,'
which clearly indicated his identity.
The most mysterious shadow of the Mist Village, who had once followed the First Mizukage and participated in the First Five Kage Summit as the successor to the First Mizukage, the Third Mizukage.
He dragged a mummy wrapped in bandages and sealed, and tossed it in front of Uchiha Madara. After a moment of silence, he spoke in a calm voice:
"Madara, I've brought the Three-Tails Jinchūriki."
Uchiha Madara didn't respond, only reaching out his hand to press on the Three-Tails Jinchūriki's abdomen.
A massive amount of chakra was casually extracted by Uchiha Madara, flowing into his body, then through the Earth Pulse, and finally, quickly to the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path in the Land of Frost.
In the end, it transformed into a pure life force, feeding back into Uchiha Madara's body.
This gave him a slight boost in energy.
After a moment, Uchiha Madara slowly lifted his head and looked at the Third Mizukage, speaking in a cold voice:
"This time, you came a bit early."
"Yagura of the Kiramei Clan found out about my regular trips out of the village with the Three-Tails Jinchūriki."
The Third Mizukage shook his head and directly stated his purpose:
"Madara, I need you to help me control Yagura."
"Because of the trouble caused by Hozuki Suigetsu, the Rock Hidden Village is about to declare war on the Mist Village."
"At this time, we can't let Yagura's organization act recklessly."
"They will likely do something dangerous."
"Hmph." Uchiha Madara sneered, "Feeling afraid now? But this is all your own doing."
"A mediocre person with no talent, forcing yourself into this position, it's only natural that you face backlash."
The Third Mizukage didn't respond, only staring coldly at Uchiha Madara.
"So, Madara, what is your answer?"
He, of course, knew he lacked the talent.
At the First Five Kage Summit, the guards who accompanied the first Kage from each village all became the second-generation Kage.
Only he, suppressed by Hozuki Suigetsu, had to wait until his death to become the Third Mizukage.
Lacking talent, he could only rely on the power of this man to enforce his policies in the Mist Village and suppress all opposition.
It was nothing more than a cold exchange of interests.
However, Uchiha Madara only slightly lifted his head, opening his crimson Sharingan and giving a cold, indifferent glance.
"Are you threatening me?"
The Third Mizukage's heart was immediately on high alert, his already closed eyes squeezed even tighter.
A massive blue hand suddenly appeared, grabbing him and squeezing him hard, forcing him to open his eyes slightly.
Then, he saw a pair of cold, evil crimson eyes.
Genjutsu·Sharingan!
The Third Mizukage's pupils contracted, turning crimson, the three tomoe in his eyes spinning slightly before gradually fading.
Then, he became like a puppet, kneeling before Uchiha Madara, completely at his mercy.
"A mere grain of sand, not even worthy of my attention."
Uchiha Madara used the hand of his Susanoo to casually fling him into the wall, sneering disdainfully.
At this moment, a pale figure wrapped in a pitcher plant climbed out of the cave wall, speaking excitedly:
"Lord Madara, something interesting seems to be happening above."
"Among them, there's an interesting Uchiha brat."
"Would you like to take a look?"
Uchiha Madara raised an eyebrow, leaning on his cane to stand up from the rock.
"Oh?"
"Then let's take a look."
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On the surface, The castle gates were wide open, as if welcoming guests.
Uchiha Shi stood in front of the gate, frowning slightly, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
He had a bad feeling.
"Don't worry, I've checked, there's no chakra reaction inside."
Terumi Mei spoke coldly, then pointed to the circular mat in the center of the castle hall made of rushes, saying, "As long as we use Lava Release here to corrode a gap, below is a large underground cavern. Fugaku is there."
Uchiha Shi nodded, saying nothing, and followed Terumi Mei into the hall.
This kind of castle hall, built for a lord, is usually used for formal audiences, with a stone arch ceiling supported by eight stone pillars.
The ceiling was decorated with colorful glass, allowing light to filter through and illuminate the hall, with stone carvings, red carpets, and murals, everything appeared opulent and grand.
In stark contrast to the refugee shacks outside, which struggled to provide even basic shelter.
However, As the two just stepped onto the red carpet, Creak—
The two large doors slammed shut with a loud noise.
Six figures jumped down from the ceiling.
All six were dressed in the Hunter-nin Squad of the Mist Village, wearing Four Water Pattern Masks with a compassionate expression.
Six pairs of cold eyes pierced through the mask's eyeholes, landing on them indifferently.
Five of them formed hand seals.
A thick, dark rain cloud immediately appeared on the ceiling.
Then, fine raindrops began to fall slowly.
The leader of the six-person squad, a white-haired, masked pursuer with purple eyes, slowly drew a long sword from his waist, speaking indifferently:
"Terumi Mei, you're not a member of the Rain Cutter, no need to die for this."
"Just tell us, where is Yagura of the Kiramei Clan?"
Hearing this voice and seeing this figure, Terumi Mei's pupils contracted sharply, her face turning grim and uneasy, "This is bad, why is this guy here."
She immediately turned her head slightly and whispered to Uchiha Shi, "Run."
"You can't possibly be a match for him."
Uchiha Shi looked at the six people, his eyes narrowing, especially focusing on the leader.
White hair, purple eyes.
Such hair color and features were quite rare in the ninja world, immediately reminding him of a member of the future Team Hawk, Hozuki Suigetsu.
And since the person was a ninja from the Mist Village, his identity was as obvious as Kakashi wearing a Konoha Anbu mask.
He was the so-called 'Prodigy' of the Mist Village, the genius who could perfectly wield the seven ninja swords, the 'Seven Great Swordsmen of the Mist Summoning Scroll'.
Hozuki Suigetsu!
(End of Chapter)