Upon hearing these words, Black Zetsu's heart sank.
He knew Uchiha Madara must have countermeasures prepared—this was clearly deliberate retaliation.
Yet he couldn't refuse. If he did, Madara might grow suspicious of his true identity.
Left with no choice, Black Zetsu could only brace himself for martyrdom.
As he stepped forward to meet Uchiha Yato's gaze, he clung to the faint hope that this time, he might have some resistance to the genjutsu.
Surely, he wouldn't suffer the same humiliating fate as before.
Of course, Black Zetsu fell victim once more, his body convulsing uncontrollably.
Uchiha Yato didn't bother pursuing further.
Now that he understood Shimura Danzo's predicament, he was satisfied.
After all, Danzo's current suffering was worse than death—exactly what Yato had hoped for.
And this time, the genjutsu was none other than "Chicken Dance 2.0."
Black Zetsu was in for a world of torment…
...
At the Mountain Graveyard.
Shimura Danzo lay unconscious, surrounded by a crowd of White Zetsu who gawked at him without a care for his dignity.
To Uchiha Madara, he was merely a disposable pawn—useful when needed, discarded when not.
A textbook example of a scumbag: used when convenient, abandoned when forgotten.
Madara himself sat on his throne, eyes closed in meditation.
With age, every battle and exertion left him utterly exhausted.
Normally, his advisor, Black Zetsu, would be by his side to strategize.
But now, Black Zetsu was in no condition to help—still trapped in the illusion Uchiha Yato had cast upon him.
At this moment, Black Zetsu was enduring two screaming chickens wielding more screaming chickens, relentlessly beating him.
Meanwhile, Uchiha Yato's mocking laughter and the Uchiha Clan's signature maniacal cackles echoed around him in 3D surround sound.
All to ensure his mind and body suffered perfectly.
Without Black Zetsu, Madara was left with only White Zetsu for company.
Noticing Madara's return, one White Zetsu pondered before asking with concern, "Lord Madara, did something unexpected happen?"
The question was so unusually normal that Madara was momentarily taken aback.
He muttered to himself, "His abilities are far too impressive… but how can I control him?"
White Zetsu replied, "Lord Madara, are you troubled because you can't poop?"
"I can't feel poop either. Why try to control it? Why not just let it happen naturally?"
At first, Madara was furious, ready to obliterate this imbecile.
But the latter part of the statement gave him pause.
Why must I control him? Letting things take their course might be better…
Madara thought, Given Uchiha Yato's nature, his troublemaking will only escalate. Eventually, people will grow tired of him… and slowly, they'll push him right into my arms.
A classic scheming grin spread across Madara's face.
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...
Meanwhile, the Sand Ninja arrived swiftly at the site of Uchiha Yato and Madara's battle.
Among them were Pakura, Rasa, Chiyo, and Ebizo.
In short, nearly all of Sunagakure's top brass had come—except for the Third Kazekage.
Chiyo was the first to ask, "What happened here?"Uchiha Yato saw the newcomer and carefully composed his expression.
He turned around and hugged Chiyo's leg, crying as he said, "Lady Chiyo, you must stand up for me!"
"Someone tried to assassinate the Third Kazekage. After I discovered it, I intercepted them here, but they beat me up so badly!"
Everyone looked at Uchiha Yato like this, unsure of what to say.
Isn't it said that the strong possess fearless hearts?
Then where is Uchiha Yato's heart?
Or rather, what could possibly make him feel ashamed?
Chiyo tactfully inquired, "So where are your injuries?"
Uchiha Yato released Chiyo and pointed to the back of his hand.
A faint mark could be seen there—barely noticeable.
Even a child from Sunagakure falling over would sustain worse injuries than this.
Uchiha Yato said, "Look at all the wounds he gave me. This is the most obvious one."
Seeing this incredibly "clear" injury left the four Sand Ninja leaders at a loss for words.
The most hot-tempered Pakura didn't humor Uchiha Yato and snapped, "With such a minor scratch, even a Sunagakure child would get hurt worse from a fall."
"What's the matter, Uchiha brat? Still need your mother's milk?"
Pakura had intended to mock Uchiha Yato, implying he was weaker than a child.
But Uchiha Yato simply replied, "Thanks for the offer, but I don't drink milk."
This instantly made Pakura blush again.
Whether from anger or embarrassment, no one could tell...
Uchiha Yato added one last thing, "I suggest you check the surroundings. If there are any hidden assassins left, it won't look good."
His final remark was purely to keep them alert.
After all, he had already collected all the White Zetsu corpses, packed them up, and planned to send them to Orochimaru for research.
In this desolate desert, what could possibly remain? Nothing but the traces of battle.
After Uchiha Yato left, the Sand Ninja leaders surveyed the area and held a brief meeting.
Chiyo spoke first, "Everyone, what are your thoughts on today's incident with Uchiha Yato?"
Pakura immediately said, "That disgusting guy—what else is there to say? I wish I could beat him to death!"
Rasa interjected, "Regardless, we should inspect the surroundings first. If there really are hidden enemies, it would be bad for the Third Kazekage-sama."
Ebizo added, "The battle traces here are significant—signs of Wind, Fire, and Earth Release techniques."
"Such a fight must have involved at least Kage-level strength."
"With this level of power, minor villages can be ruled out. So, which of the four major villages was responsible?"
Chiyo cut off Ebizo's speculation, "Don't overthink it. We just need to ensure no threats remain to Sunagakure."
"After all, sometimes it's good to let outsiders lend a hand."
Ebizo understood Chiyo's implication, but Pakura didn't.
Pakura was busy scheming ways to cause trouble for Uchiha Yato.
Seeing this, Rasa didn't know what to say.
From a strength perspective and based on his experience at the Uchiha Clan's banquet, he didn't dislike Uchiha Yato.
After all, the latter had defeated him fairly with genjutsu—there was no reason to hold a grudge over being outmatched.
The simplest approach was to clear his mind and follow his superiors' orders.
That was Rasa's way of life.
...
Hidden Leaf personnel quarters.
Upon returning, Uchiha Yato immediately began drawing lots.Uchiha Yato considered himself free from gambling tendencies, yet having Emotion Coins without drawing prizes somehow felt incomplete.
Uchiha Yato muttered to himself, "Could it be that the Senju bloodline carries a bit of a gambling nature?"
"Otherwise, why would I feel so compelled to draw prizes?"
This must be the Senju's influence, not Uchiha Yato's own doing.
No more overthinking—straight to the gacha mode.
It was the same familiar card pack, and through a tiny gap in the zipper, faint golden light shimmered.
This instantly piqued Uchiha Yato's interest!
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