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In a hidden underground cave somewhere in the Land of Grass.
Uchiha Madara, now over eighty years old, was still diligently striving for his Infinite Tsukuyomi project!
However, as one ages, and he didn't pay much attention to self-care.
At an age when elderly people in parks could still do 360-degree gymnastics on a horizontal bar, Uchiha Madara's movements were already quite inconvenient.
Furthermore, due to his perpetual lack of sunlight, absence of scientific health concepts, and slow Vitamin D synthesis, osteoporosis had become the norm.
After exhausting his last bit of ocular power to evolve his Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan into the Rinnegan and placing them within a talented young Uzumaki Clan child for safekeeping, Uchiha Madara began his cave-dwelling, laid-back life.
Among the current Uchiha Clan, there were no young people with extraordinary talent and significant potential like Obito in later generations; most of them were, in his eyes, crooked melons and cracked dates.
The only thing he paid a little attention to was the Second Shinobi World War, which was currently raging across the Ninja World.
"Heh."
Putting down a newspaper from another country that was brought back last month, Uchiha Madara's aged face couldn't help but reveal a sarcastic smile as he looked at the casualty figures.
"Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of Ninja dead, and countless affected citizens in various countries."
"In just a few years, it has reached numbers that the Sengoku period couldn't achieve in many years."
"Truly remarkable."
"Hashirama."
"Is this the 'peace' you longed for?"
...
Uchiha Madara slowly shook his head, his head full of white hair swaying slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh.
He and Hashirama were the best of friends, yet also the sharpest of enemies. He was the only man he acknowledged in his life, truly the strongest in the world, his admitted No.1.
However, on the path of governing the nation, he would never compromise with Hashirama's weak ideas.
Now, two wars spanning the entire Ninja World over several decades had proven Hashirama's mistakes, but at the same time, they had completely nullified his own idea of quickly eliminating other Ninja villages and unifying the entire Ninja World.
Hatred had deeply permeated the bones of every country and could no longer be removed.
Permanent peace in the physical sense could no longer be achieved.
Because of this, the Infinite Tsukuyomi became the only path.
"Alas."
At this thought, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"Madara, you're truly a gentle man."
"Are you sad for them?"
A human-shaped entity, appearing in black and white like a plaster cast, slowly floated up from beneath the ground, a strange smile inadvertently appearing on its face.
"By the way."
"What does sadness feel like?"
"Hmph."
Seeing him appear, Uchiha Madara's expression suddenly turned cold.
Despite being a demon he extracted from the Outer Path Demonic Statue, he possessed human-like rationality, yet seemed to lack something in his mind, always speaking at inappropriate times.
What an insensitive fellow.
However, with his current body, he could only rely on Zetsu to gather various intelligence for him in the Ninja World.
"Are there any noteworthy pieces of news recently?"
"No, not really!"
White Zetsu's face still held that forced, wide grin, and his hands emerged from the ground, presenting a newspaper: "But, there's someone related to Senju Hashirama that you, Lord Madara, might be interested in."
"Hmm?"
Hearing that name, Uchiha Madara's spirits immediately lifted, and he reached out for the newspaper.
At first, he didn't pay much attention to the wanted poster in the newspaper.
But after reading a few lines, the expression on his aged face instantly grew solemn, then his originally age-loosened skin gradually tightened, his pale skin rapidly heated up, turning into a furious crimson.
Finally, with a bang, he slammed the newspaper onto the stone table and cursed loudly:
"You're spouting nonsense!"
"Others might not know what Hashirama's body is like, but how could I not know?"
"I cut him with my Susanoo's sword, and the wound healed instantly, without even leaving a scar! I slammed that huge fan down on his head, and because it had no blade, he didn't even dodge, he just counter-attacked me with a sword!"
"How could he have a wound on his body?"
Uchiha Madara was so enraged that he stood up from his chair, pacing back and forth in the spacious stone chamber, pointing furiously at White Zetsu and shouting:
"Zetsu, go bring me this fellow named Kakuzu!"
"Remember to bring his electric... his usual weapon!"
"Today, I'm going to show him what an indelible mark truly is."
White Zetsu: "Huh?"
"Hmph."
Taking a long breath, the stream of air in mid-air turned into a continuous white mist, almost a foot long.
Sawara Kiri stood still, looking at the surrounding ground.
This training ground, originally cleared from deep within the forest and surrounded by trees, was now nothing but a expanse of deep scorch marks.
Dozens of surrounding giant trees, large enough for several people to embrace, were all broken at the waist, like weeds, leaving only thick stumps, and flame-like burn marks covering their surface, showing their annual rings.
He looked down at the standard Ninja blade in his hand.
This Ninja blade was only about two feet long, and its craftsmanship and material were quite ordinary, a mass-produced item from Konoha.
But at this moment, the surface of the blade was covered with a thin, red film, like a delicate layer of blood, subtly appearing to flow.
If one got a little closer, they would notice the extremely restrained, yet extremely violent heat emanating from the blade's surface.
It was a burning sensation, like touching the sun.
Now, he had completely forgotten the small 'prank' he played on Mr. Kakuzu, fully dedicating himself to adaptability training for his new power.
This "Crimson Blade" state, after the ability's localization, had become a special way of using Chakra nature transformation.
Not only could it greatly increase cutting power and burning damage, but it also consumed very little Chakra, allowing for sustained use over an extremely long period.
The surrounding forest was proof of this.
In fact, despite causing such extensive destruction, Sawara Kiri had only just barely warmed up.
Now, even in his normal state, his destructive power could completely rival that of an ordinary elite Jonin.
"Not bad."
Sawara Kiri rested briefly, sheathing his Ninja blade, and sensed the "Limitless" seal within his body.
When he opened his eyes next, his pupils were already a brilliant azure.
The "Six Eyes" operated at full power.
In his eyes, every single Chakra trace within his body was perfectly clear.
At the same time, only in this state could his control reach its peak.
Sawara Kiri looked at the ground before him, and slowly extended one hand forward.
"First..."
"Technique Lapse: Blue."
Accompanied by his full-strength Chakra manipulation and the feedback from the "Limitless" seal deeply imprinted in his body.
A brilliant, starlight-like azure point quietly emerged from the tip of his palm.
Immediately following, the surrounding dust, mist, pulverized soil, and charred vegetation instantly seemed to be drawn by some strange gravitational force, continuously converging towards this point of starlight.
Everything around was rapidly torn apart under this gravity, orbiting him like satellites, forming a terrifying suction akin to a black hole.
'If I had to compare it, it should be considered a micro-sized Chibaku Tensei?'
The thought flashed through Sawara Kiri's mind, but his hands were still carefully manipulating.
The gravitational sphere formed by "Blue" circled around him once.
The ground within dozens of meters around him was immediately plowed into a deep circular trench, with only the spot where Sawara Kiri stood towering high, forming an isolated tower on flat ground.
For Sawara Kiri, who had independently mastered spatial compression techniques, this level of application was not difficult.
However, the reverse was different.
He closed his eyes and concentrated, doing his best to control every trace of Chakra to integrate seamlessly, precisely converting the originally gravitational space into repulsive force, barely condensing it into a single point.
The condition for this technique was a minimum Chakra output of twice that of "Blue."
"Technique Reversal: Red."
He joined two fingers, pointing them a few hundred meters ahead at a small mound he had created beforehand with Earth Release.
In an instant, crimson gathered.
"Boom—!"
The immense recoil, combined with the rapid extraction of a large amount of Chakra, left Sawara Kiri with a feeling of near-dryness and wilting throughout his body, and his raised fingertips involuntarily tilted upwards.
The condensed "Red" then shot out like a meteor, directly at the small mountain before him.
Collapse, crumble.
There was no resistance whatsoever.
The small mountain, twenty to thirty meters high, was utterly pulverized into fine fragments, like a sandcastle smashed by a pebble, under the attack condensed from this extreme repulsive force, scattering in all directions.
Finally, leaving a giant crater.
"Ha!"
Sawara Kiri looked at the scene before him, sensing the consumption within his body, and sighed slightly:
"Just one strike, and it consumed a quarter of my total Chakra?"
"More than all the previous ones combined."
"Truly exaggerated."
However, this was much better than his expected result.
At the same time, he gained confidence to proceed to the next step.
Sawara Kiri stood still, sensing the Chakra flow within his body and the changes in the seal, and clasped his hands together.
"Technique Lapse: Blue"
"Technique Reversal: Red"
Forward and Reverse, allowing their respective "Unlimited Void" to clash and collide, releasing the imaginary mass generated from it, transforming it into a void capable of completely cutting through space.
Finally, stacking into a single point.
At this moment, Sawara Kiri's entire body's Chakra erupted, forming a pillar of light that shot into the sky, and the operation of his "Six Eyes" reached the limit of his brain's load.
Control.
Then, launch.
"Hollow Technique: Purple"
Suddenly, it seemed as if something in the heavens and earth was cut away from thin air; anything obstructing the path within a several-kilometer radius of this point
Turned into nothingness. Ripped apart at an atomic level, equal to Dust Release.
At the same time, within the multiple barriers.
Uzumaki Kushina, who was practicing her Tailed Beast transformation control, suddenly looked up at Namikaze Minato beside her, her brows subtly furrowed.
"Minato."
"Hm?"
Minato, who was looking down and sensing the Chakra flow, was startled, looking at her in confusion.
Uzumaki Kushina's brows furrowed deeper and deeper; a strong sense of crisis gave her the illusion that her entire body was trembling, her breathing heavy:
"Did you feel anything?"
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