Outskirts of the Uchiha district.
A low, encrypted signal escaped his lips—its coded cadence meant only for select ears. Yet, the surrounding Konoha Guard and allied shinobi exchanged confused glances.
In the air, a vivid genjutsu construct of a girl's expression began to form—half-formed, shifting, her mouth opening and closing wordlessly. In his eyes, the tomoe of the Sharingan spun slowly, syncing with his haze of fading consciousness.
"Captain!"
Black Zetsu thought Obito was about to reveal a critical secret.
"Don't worry about the noise. Just follow your mission."
A surge of raiton energy cracked the sky—Obito and Black Zetsu vanished like lightning.
With a respectful nod toward Madara, Black Zetsu hijacked Obito's body and used the Mayfly Technique, phasing into the earth without a trace.
"Escape attempt last night—penalty increased!"
The Konoha villagers, already used to these late-night spectacles, brought out stools and sunflower seeds, as though watching a fireworks display rather than a raid.
"Vice-Captain Sanyo's latest intel confirms they belong to the remnants of the Sora-nin defeated during the Second Great Ninja War—they've begun their offensive."
Desire—unreadable, human, and dangerous.
No one knew exactly what Bai Ye had triggered.
Their tactics were bizarre—could Konoha's current forces withstand this level of unconventional warfare?
Some tried to explain.
Kakashi sighed, rubbing his temples, voice low with fatigue.
The genjutsu illusion finished compiling—an expressive girl's emoji locked into the air.
Silence.
Using the undying flesh granted by Impure World Reincarnation, Madara even took a moment to admire the aesthetic like a dispassionate knight.
On the field.
Nawaki tilted his head, eyes sliding to Itachi, and quickly relayed the intelligence to his brother-in-law.
"Tell Uchiha Satoshi—don't let any of them escape!"
What divine punishment—learning to ride Rin?
Normally, judgment readings fell to Cong's unit.
Maybe Obito was supposed to see this—fueling his resolve to reclaim the eye Kakashi kept and unleash true vengeance on Konoha and the Uchiha alike.
But now, he couldn't even formulate a single coherent thought.
"S-Class?"
Such triviality.
Not for any political reason.
Flames crackled up his entire body—storm clouds churned above.
"I…"
Madara, standing beside him, observed the mid-air illusion with unfeigned interest.
"Obito and I will be waiting when you're finally out of that cell."
Itachi had barely been born when Rin and Obito stormed the battlefield together.
The genjutsu Bai Ye used wasn't something ordinary—it lingered, even the brilliance of Itachi's Sharingan couldn't shatter it outright.
As long as the Uchiha had ambition, they could earn respect through sheer strength.
Suddenly—three unknown figures appeared.
Bai Ye rolled up on a motorcycle, accompanied by a Guard ninja.
"Unidentified aerial ninjas have appeared just outside Konoha's perimeter!"
He gestured to Uchiha Izumi.
Thud!
The weather was strangely clear—sunny skies, no trace of cloud.
Only through heartbreak could one comprehend this jutsu's emotional weight—like Kiryū's Ultimate Love Mode.
The Konoha Guard, already informed, wasted no time. Several immediately wrestled Madara to the ground.
There was no need for Madara to flee.
Yanyan Rock. The Hokage Monument.
Villagers gathered again at the recently flattened outskirts.
On your knees.
"Who gave you the audacity to plant coordinates here?!"
A genjutsu image materialized midair for all to witness.
There he was.
"Criminal Uchiha Madara!"
"Easy now. If you really want to learn, I'll teach you later."
This was still the Village Hidden in the Leaves.
Using a blend of yin and yang chakra, Bai Ye expanded the village's barrier field.
So what exactly was Itachi's connection to Rin?
So many things in this world defied logic.
The Sora group?
Even this cold-hearted man shed a tear of blood—his pain crystallized in that droplet.
Next moment.
He raised a trembling hand, eyes locked on the floating emoji.
He looked down at Itachi, confusion deep in his gaze.
He was completely dumbfounded.
Bai Ye's expression twitched. He glanced toward Konoha's gates, then chuckled knowingly.
There was still time to correct things.
Exhausted.
Very little in the shinobi world eluded him now.
"Captain… Uchiha Madara and the man pretending to be Madara… they're two different people."
But still—he'd misjudged things.
Black Zetsu left a last message with Obito, then resumed control.
With an almost religious intensity, he stared at Itachi's pale, sickly expression.
Black Zetsu was utterly frozen.
The Uchiha lived up to their reputation.
Was that man truly capable of wiping out an entire scene by himself?
Next morning.
Anyone who disturbed his peace would pay.
Itachi wasn't feeling well today.
"One's the real Uchiha Madara. The other—Obito, impersonating him."
The real Madara remained, arms folded, watching Itachi close in on Rin.
Yet his sharp eyes caught something others had missed.
He had no intention of interfering.
He was born in Konoha Year 33—ten years older than Itachi.
Kakashi fell silent again, gripping his short sword.
The position of clan head?
Bai Ye compressed the image—shrinking it until it fit in the palm of his hand. He seized it immediately.
His power threatened to overflow—uncontainable.
Then—he formed a miniature world in his grasp.
"Interfering with Konoha forces. No ID. Illegal civilian in Fire Country. Assaulted Guards during a friendly approach!"
Bai Ye was aware of the consequences—ignorance wouldn't save anyone.
With a noble, indomitable will, he invoked the Mayfly Technique.
Even between the two Madaras—there lingered a strange link.
He really didn't want to cause trouble in Konoha.
Black Zetsu tried to reason with him.
He wouldn't admit how much he missed Uchiha Itachi.
One wore a spiral mask. The second was coal-stained. The third—half black, half white. None looked trustworthy.
Truthfully, he'd wanted to laugh when he heard the noise.
Fireworks again last night.
Itachi exhaled, shoulders dropping.
He knew of the Sora base.
Where was the command center?
Could a child really harbor impure thoughts for a ten-year-old girl?
Still, after stewing inside all day, he resumed patrol with the Guard.
Nawaki raced toward the site on his motorcycle.
But Kakashi couldn't decipher it.
Every time he saw masked Obito, Kirin would automatically surge within him.
How did that kid learn it?
Nothing else could shake him.
Bai Ye leaned against his bike, cigarette between his fingers.
The Guard would do what was necessary.
His heart pounded. Was this a Tongju?
If Sasuke liked her… well, perhaps one day.
He didn't want to fall out with Obito unless absolutely necessary.
"Obito! Run!"
Uchiha Madara, expression dark, began piecing himself back together.
"Obito, you can't handle another of those. Let's go."
He hadn't expected Kamui to warp to the wrong location!
It wasn't space-time ninjutsu—it was just moving underground.
...
Weird.
Next moment.
He arrived at a place he hadn't seen in years.
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Like Jiraiya, recently rejected by Tsunade when asking to investigate Akatsuki.
Then… listen well.
What a twisted triangle this was.
But today, Captain Cong was off duty, so Uchiha Izumi temporarily filled in under Bai Ye's team.
Bai Ye nodded—then suddenly raised his hand.
"Empty-white." 698|92585/0 Was this some kind of joke?
Now, Madara could only hear his flat decree.
A foreign sea—mysterious buildings floated at its center.
The young girl squealed in joy, then waved her subordinates down with a smile.
Two "Uchiha Madara." One mystery entity.
Obito trembled—his features twisted in mental agony.
Itachi had a realization.
That really was Rin.
Sasuke… was catching up.
Stronger than S-Rank?
Had Itachi really seen Rin?
The masked man—wasn't Uchiha Madara!
This was Itachi's first time truly confronting Bai Ye.
As the Senju clan's heir, Nawaki held symbolic weight in Konoha—his people treated him like a national treasure.
Destroy everything.
Since no one listened.
Author's Note: Second Update.
He was absurdly strong—his techniques could reshape geography.
But as the chakra stirred—
Unless one day he could summon Kirin on his own… maybe the jutsu would even pass down to his children.
He had made up his mind: hone his skills, focus on the sword, and surpass his father.
Still dazed, Black Zetsu stared at the floating emoji.
That—was the base of the Sora-nin!
Even Black Zetsu had to pay a price entering it from below.
Itachi… truly lived up to his legend.
Both Madara and Black Zetsu fell silent.
Just then—
"Lord Madara. We can't extract you now. But rest assured…"
"Speak."
Konoha's internal tensions with the Uchiha were slowly easing, largely due to Captain Bai Ye's planning.
"Coach! I want to learn how to ride Rin!"
Obito did something that shocked both Madara and Black Zetsu.
Only Madara, standing apart, narrowed his eyes.
"Due to intentional interference with village affairs and property damage, your sentence is raised to six years of labor reform. Effective immediately!"
The resurrected Madara—the real one—remained in custody.
But Itachi understood—if he slacked now, Sasuke would surpass him.
Destroy everything. After enduring Kirin multiple times, even Madara's heart had shifted.
Before he left, Itachi glanced back at Uchiha Madara.
He shook his head.
Bai Ye waved dismissively.
But Obito… didn't respond.
Black Zetsu sighed, detaching from White Zetsu and sneaking beneath Obito's cloak.
This moment.
Just before speaking, he turned to the newly arrested Uchiha Madara and declared—
"Escape attempt—add one more charge."
He truly wanted to understand—what made Rin so special?
But as an elder brother, he couldn't let Sasuke overtake him just yet.
Time to train again before sleeping.
Of course.
Once more.
What troubled him was Sasuke's talent.
It was really Rin!
Of course.
A dimensional pocket opened before him—Uzumaki territory beyond.
Too strange!
Itachi blinked, dazed he hadn't slept all night.
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