"Looks like we'll have to suspend our attacks on Uchiha Feng for now…"
The Raikage, A, recalled their recent failed operations. Even the Hidden Rain had lost some elite shinobi in the process, and he slumped into his chair in frustration.
The ninja world was already filled with undercurrents—
And the Hidden Rain clearly harbored ambitions.
From Uchiha Feng's actions, it was obvious—
His goal wasn't merely to stand among the Five Great Nations.
He wanted dominance.
To rule the entire ninja world alone.
Kirigakure had already been destroyed.
Though Iwagakure, Kumogakure, and Sunagakure had only been weakened—
A had no doubt:
If they ever truly provoked the Hidden Rain—
Ning Feng would crush them without hesitation.
…
"The land of Kirigakure is still in ruins, but we haven't found the graves of the former Kage."
Nagato reported, his expression somewhat grim.
Since Ning Feng destroyed Kirigakure, its clans had scattered.
A vast empty territory was left behind—
Yet no one dared claim it.
Taking advantage of this, Ning Feng had sent Nagato to continue excavating the graves of powerful shinobi.
But unexpectedly—
Kirigakure, which should have had the most bloodline clans and elite ninja—
Yielded very few graves.
In half a month, the number of discoveries was pitifully small.
Even with no interference and full access to the territory—
The results were disappointing.
"Black Zetsu must have noticed…"
Ning Feng shook his head with a faint smile.
"No matter. If we can't find them there, so be it."
"We already have enough for now."
"You've worked hard."
Nagato lowered his head immediately.
"Thank you, Lord Feng!"
"Alright, you can go."
Compared to graves—
Ning Feng was now more interested in something else.
Orochimaru's latest research.
"Lord Feng, the results are ready."
Orochimaru stepped out from the shadows, his tall figure flickering under the dim oil lamps.
He handed over a report.
"This is…"
Ning Feng raised an eyebrow as he read.
"I implanted your cells into various live subjects…"
Orochimaru spoke calmly, though his voice carried a hint of excitement.
"Most couldn't withstand the strength of your cells and underwent mutation."
"A small number survived—but were quickly assimilated, losing their consciousness."
"According to the results, only Kage-level Lightning Release users—those with highly trained bodies—can withstand your chakra."
"They must constantly stimulate their bodies with lightning chakra to maintain stability."
"But the return is minimal."
"They gain less than one-tenth of your power."
"In other words…"
Orochimaru's gaze burned with fascination.
"Your body is nothing like the First Hokage's replicable cells."
"It's… unique."
His eyes lingered on Ning Feng like one would admire a priceless specimen.
"I see."
Ning Feng smiled slightly.
He hadn't expected all the factors within his body—
Hashirama cells, Uchiha bloodline, tailed beast chakra—
To align so perfectly.
Creating a physique that surpassed even the First Hokage.
"To evolve further… you'll need more tailed beast chakra."
Orochimaru concluded.
Indeed—
Only Ning Feng could reach such a state.
Others would fail at the very first step—fusing multiple tailed beasts.
"Three-Tails…"
A cold glint flashed in Ning Feng's eyes.
The balance of the Five Great Nations was about to collapse.
He needed more power—
Immediately.
…
"Tsuchikage-sama! There's someone outside the village claiming to be from the Uchiha clan!"
"His techniques are… strange. We can't stop him!"
In Iwagakure, Ōnoki was already overwhelmed by recent losses.
Just as he finished handling another crisis, a subordinate rushed in.
"Uchiha?"
Ōnoki froze.
Weren't all Uchiha in Konoha?
Why would one appear here?
Strange techniques…
Could it be Uchiha Feng, sending someone to intimidate them?
A chill ran through his mind.
The memory of being extorted was still fresh.
If it happened again—
The Land of Earth might never recover.
"Don't let him in. Hold your positions!"
Ōnoki wiped cold sweat from his brow.
"I'll handle this myself."
Outside the village—
A cloaked figure wearing a spiral mask stood at the gate.
Uchiha Obito.
His Sharingan glowed faintly, filled with dangerous intent.
He could have infiltrated directly using Kamui—
But this time, he came to negotiate.
No need to alarm the entire village.
A brief display of power—
Then a formal meeting request.
That was enough.
Soon—
Ōnoki's small figure appeared above the gate.
"This one…"
He narrowed his eyes at Obito.
The man looked full of openings—
Yet completely unreadable.
Only two others had ever given him this feeling—
Uchiha Madara.
Uchiha Feng.
And now—
This was the third.
Coincidentally—
Every time he was pushed into a corner, it was by an Uchiha.
"Tsuchikage Ōnoki…"
Obito suppressed the killing intent in his Sharingan and spoke calmly:
"You've grown… quite a bit."
Ōnoki's expression stiffened.
That tone…
That familiarity…
He was one of the oldest figures in the ninja world.
Respected by all.
Few dared address him so casually.
"Who are you, to speak to the Tsuchikage like that?!"
Before Ōnoki could respond—
Huangtu stepped forward in anger, slamming his hands to the ground.
An Earth Release jutsu surged toward Obito!
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