Chapter 365: Low-Tier Uchiha Madara
"The 'Ninja Asura' Uchiha Madara is one thing, but why do these villagers even have an accent?"
So they really were just a bunch of backwater folks from Amegakure.
"Madara, did you really kill his second uncle?"
Senju Hashirama's main body hurried over from behind, carefully keeping his distance, afraid that Madara might suddenly give him an enthusiastic hug and smear him with… that stuff.
"I probably did."
Uchiha Madara crossed his arms, looking completely unconcerned.
"What do you mean 'probably'?"
Hashirama scratched his head.
"Do you keep track of how many rice balls you've eaten?"
"I do."
"…?"
"Then tell me, how many rice balls have you eaten from birth until now?"
"18,023."
"..."
Why the hell do you even know that?
Madara felt that he really shouldn't have used that example with Hashirama.
"The 'Filth God' Uchiha Madara! Give me back my uncle's life!"
"My third uncle died horribly! They said he was killed by a move called 'Filth Release: Exploding Snowstorm'! When they found him, his whole body was twisted like a roll, and every layer of flesh was filled with filth!"
"My fourth uncle had it the worst! He was the closest, Uchiha Madara force-fed him from behind until he burst!"
"He only weighed ninety jin, but when they found him, his stomach was bigger than the Akimichi clan members!"
"And even worse, when my cousin tried to collect the body, it triggered a corpse explosion and wiped out the whole family!"
"Damn you, Filth God Uchiha Madara!"
These villagers, connected to the bandits from before, were filled with righteous anger. One after another, they shouted, determined to fight Madara to the death.
"Madara, I never thought you would do something so evil!"
Hashirama looked heartbroken.
Meanwhile, Madara finally realized something was wrong.
"I didn't."
"Didn't you just say you don't remember how many rice balls you've eaten?"
"..."
That was true.
But if you had ever eaten a rice ball filled with filth, you would absolutely remember it clearly.
Madara might not remember how many people he had killed or how he had killed them.
But he was absolutely certain of one thing,
He had never killed anyone using filth.
This was an insult to him.
Fury surged in Madara's heart. He was convinced that these people in front of him were all Tobirama's Shadow Clones using the Transformation Technique, created just to humiliate him.
Wait.
Suddenly, Madara noticed something. Looking down, he felt dizzy and nearly stumbled.
Earlier, when Hashirama had sprayed him with that hose, his mind had gone blank. By the time he came to, he was already here.
Thinking back to the faint conversation he had heard then…
It was that inherently evil Tobirama again, suggesting that Hashirama take him to wash up.
And yet, with Tobirama, a master of Water Release, right there, instead of cleaning him properly, they had let him walk around covered in filth all this time!
Wasn't that obviously done on purpose to humiliate him?
No wonder Hashirama had been keeping his distance with such caution.
As the villagers charged at Madara, shouting angrily, Hashirama quickly stepped aside.
It wasn't that he wasn't protecting Madara, it simply wasn't necessary.
Madara's body was an Impure World Reincarnation body. He couldn't be killed anyway.
If Hashirama stepped in, he might end up getting splashed with blood… or rather, snow.
There was no "fallen tiger bullied by dogs" scenario.
When the first villager lunged at Madara with a short blade, Madara deftly disarmed him with a clever move.
Though the force of the motion caused his arm to snap again.
Still, he had one usable hand, and now a weapon.
With the sharp blade and precise strikes aimed at vital points, Madara quickly dealt with the so-called avengers who had sullied his name.
It was clear that as the so-called "Dance King of Konoha", Madara truly had his strengths.
He wasn't someone who only fought so-called "high-level battles."
From the original story, his fight against the Allied Shinobi Forces, starting from taijutsu to ninjutsu, already demonstrated that.
This was where he differed significantly from Obito.
Six Paths Obito had suffered a fatal debuff, because the Rinnegan wasn't originally his, he couldn't use Kamui in his Ten-Tails jinchūriki form.
Later, Six Paths Madara didn't have this issue. Even in Ten-Tails form, after taking Kakashi's eye, he could immediately use it.
Comparing the fighting styles of the two Ten-Tails jinchūriki, Madara remained largely unchanged, while Obito underwent a complete transformation.
Before becoming a Ten-Tails jinchūriki, Obito, whether as the masked man, or in battles like those against Aburame Torune and Yamanaka Fū, or earlier against Namikaze Minato, relied heavily on tactical combat.
But the foundation of all his strategies was "intangibility."
Once he lost that "crutch ability", he immediately became much less capable.
All the tactical elements disappeared.
Meanwhile, Madara, even after losing his overwhelming stats, could still rely on experience and technique to put up a fight.
"None of them were Tobirama's Shadow Clones? Not even one?"
After killing them all, Madara collapsed to the ground. After a while, his Impure World Reincarnation body regenerated, and he slowly stood back up.
"Madara, you killed people again."
Hashirama looked sorrowful. Clapping his hands together, he used Wood Release to drag the bodies underground and bury them.
"…Then why didn't you stop me? Or stop them? You're the one who caused their deaths."
Madara glanced at Hashirama and spoke coldly.
At the same time, he was thinking about what those people had said earlier.
At first, he hadn't paid attention, assuming it was all Tobirama's attempt to humiliate him.
But now, it doesn't seem that way.
What they said was true.
Then if that "Filth God Uchiha Madara" wasn't him… who was it?
And who was the one using something like "Filth Release: Exploding Snowstorm"?
The answer was obvious.
The one who had taken his name, walked the shinobi world under it, and gathered Tailed Beasts for him,
Uchiha Obito.
Madara felt a trace of regret.
Back then, he had already thought Obito's personality was somewhat unreliable.
But at the time, he believed that once Obito fell into darkness, his personality would change, so there was nothing to worry about.
Now it seemed, a leopard can't change its spots.
Obito had actually used his name to play with filth!
Could it be that when he had used White Zetsu cells to repair half of Obito's body, it ended up influencing him because of that Zetsu's bizarre tendencies?
As Madara pondered all this, he quietly moved closer while Hashirama was distracted by guilt, and suddenly pressed himself against him.
"Ahh!"
Hashirama snapped back to his senses, looked at the "fertilizer" smeared on himself, and let out a scream.
He had been on guard the whole time,
And still failed to stop Madara from sticking to him.
(End of this chapter)