"Earth Style: Mountain Technique!"
This was an extremely powerful Earth Release jutsu with a massive range.
With Huangtu's immense chakra, the ground within nearly a hundred meters surged violently. Two enormous earthen mountains rose up and slammed toward Obito, crushing him from both sides!
Buzz… buzz…
Beneath the spiral mask, the Sharingan emitted waves of spatial distortion.
Moments later—
The masked man walked out completely unharmed.
"This guy…"
Ōnoki's heart sank at the sight.
Could it really be… that person?
"My name is… Uchiha Madara."
Obito lifted his head. Beneath the mask, his Sharingan radiated a chilling depth that made anyone who met his gaze shudder.
"Uchiha… Madara?!"
Ōnoki's body trembled involuntarily.
He had lived through the era dominated by Madara.
Back then, the First Hokage and Uchiha Madara—
Were beings who could each challenge the entire ninja world alone.
And Madara, in particular, had left an even deeper psychological scar on the young Ōnoki.
"You… how could you still be alive?"
Ōnoki's face was filled with disbelief.
The world had long believed Madara died after his battle with the First Hokage.
And now—
Someone with a Sharingan simply appeared and claimed to be him?
Ōnoki should not believe it.
"Heh… just a small trick."
Obito shrugged mysteriously.
He knew—
As long as he demonstrated sufficient power and space-time ninjutsu, Ōnoki would draw his own conclusions.
After all, Iwagakure was already weakened from repeatedly opposing Ning Feng.
They needed allies.
Claiming the name "Madara"—
Was simply to gain leverage.
"A small trick?"
Ōnoki's pupils shrank.
Time was an absolute law—
Even for legends like Madara and Hashirama.
Yet this man spoke of extending life as if it were trivial?
"And what about that space-time ninjutsu?"
Ōnoki's thoughts raced.
"Besides Konoha's Fourth Hokage, Uchiha Feng… and long ago, Uchiha Madara…"
"No one else could wield space-time techniques with such mastery!"
He had just witnessed it—
The masked man walking out of Huangtu's attack without a scratch.
That jutsu had been prepared in advance.
Even Ōnoki himself might have been caught off guard.
Yet this man dispelled it effortlessly.
In the current era—
Who else could do this besides Madara?
"What do you want?"
Ōnoki asked cautiously.
"This isn't a place for conversation. Let's speak inside."
Obito's expression shifted beneath the mask.
Though Black Zetsu's intelligence suggested the Hidden Rain couldn't spare manpower to monitor them—
There was always a risk.
If Ning Feng's spies saw this meeting—
They would immediately suspect an alliance.
That would ruin everything.
"That's impossible. You won't enter the village."
Ōnoki's expression darkened.
Even if this was truly Madara—
His strength must have declined significantly.
Otherwise, he wouldn't come seeking cooperation.
From what Ōnoki knew—
Madara handled things personally.
He never negotiated.
"Tch… still as stubborn as ever…"
Obito cursed inwardly.
He knew—
Anyone who had encountered Madara would remain wary of him.
"Ōnoki… I came because of Uchiha Feng."
"This junior of mine has overstepped his bounds. He's already encroached on my interests."
Obito spoke bluntly.
Thanks to Black Zetsu's intelligence, he understood Iwagakure's current situation.
Ōnoki needed results—
And fast.
"Uchiha Feng?"
Ōnoki's heart skipped.
Only now did he truly re-evaluate Ning Feng.
Looking back—
Ning Feng's achievements were already comparable to Madara's.
Perhaps even greater.
Madara, at Ning Feng's age—
No… even at his peak—
Wouldn't dare claim he could face ten thousand shinobi alone.
Did that mean—
Ning Feng had already surpassed Madara's threat level?
A bead of cold sweat rolled down Ōnoki's back.
After a moment, he signaled his subordinates to open the gates.
Though Iwagakure was weakening—
If they couldn't even handle a diminished Madara, they had no right to call themselves a Great Nation.
"I want today's conversation to remain strictly between us."
Obito's Sharingan flickered with a cold warning.
"Hmph. You claim to be Madara, but that remains to be proven."
Ōnoki said stubbornly, though he was already mostly convinced.
"That's irrelevant."
Obito raised his gloved hand, pointing at Ōnoki.
"What matters is—we share a common enemy."
"You can't deal with him, Ōnoki."
"To be honest… neither can I."
"My battle with Hashirama cost me much of my strength."
"Even now, in a one-on-one fight, I'm no match for Uchiha Feng."
Obito admitted it directly.
"Leave us."
Ōnoki's expression grew serious as he waved his guards away.
"Tsuchikage-sama!"
Huangtu stepped forward, glaring at Obito.
"This man is clearly dangerous!"
"I know what I'm doing. Stand down."
Ōnoki's tone turned cold.
He had already guessed Obito's purpose—
An alliance.
Or using him to eliminate Ning Feng.
Since Obito admitted his strength had declined—
Ōnoki felt slightly more confident.
He straightened his posture.
"Continue."
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