blogombal Chapter 355 Obito in Action
Chapter 355 Obito in Action
Chapter 355 Obito in Action
October 20, Konoha 48.
Konoha and Kumogakure officially signed a ceasefire agreement.
Its speed was beyond everyone's expectations.
From the day Ai received the village's instructions on the battlefield to the signing of the ceasefire agreement, the entire process of discussion, debate, and consultation was compressed to the extreme.
The ceasefire agreement was officially signed in just three days.
That's right, it wasn't a peace agreement, just a ceasefire agreement.
Although the effects are similar, the actual results are vastly different.
Both sides' high-ranking officials were well aware that the war was far from over, but both sides had their own internal affairs to deal with and could not afford to be distracted at this time.
Ai was the most decisive person. He didn't even wait for the agreement to be officially signed. The next day, he rushed back to Kumogakure to prepare to take over as the Fourth Raikage and launch a counterattack against Iwagakure.
Is everything you said true?
Orochimaru watched the busy figures in the camp; it was Konoha ninjas dismantling the camp. The war was over, and everyone was going home.
"Do you think I would lie to you about something like this? Besides, you saw the village's orders."
Taiichi couldn't help but shudder as he watched Orochimaru's tongue sticking out from time to time.
Just how far has this guy's software modification progressed? These snake-like habits don't appear only once or twice.
Perhaps sensing Taiichi's gaze, Orochimaru deliberately restrained his behavior.
"Isn't it interesting? I've accomplished quite a bit during this time."
Orochimaru was unusually boastful, which was only in front of Taiichi, who had always been supportive of his research and even provided a lot of help.
It would be even more perfect if Taiyi could be more open-minded about human experimentation.
After a little boasting, Orochimaru steered the conversation back on track without waiting for Taiichi's reply.
"Uchiha Madara and Wood Release, it sounds a bit unbelievable. If you hadn't come, I would have thought the person who said this was an idiot."
This is precisely why Taiichi came here; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to persuade Orochimaru to accept such a lenient ceasefire agreement.
Even if others had the same information, they would only think there was more to it than met the eye.
"Uchiha Madara is probably really dead now. His battle with me was a life-threatening one, achieved by using secret techniques."
As for Wood Release, besides Madara Uchiha, there seems to be an artificial life form there that can also use Wood Release.
Orochimaru stuck out his tongue again and licked his face, which had clearly become a subconscious action when he was excited.
"This is truly something to look forward to. I thought the windmill of the ninja world was about to stop turning, but now a fresh breeze has arrived."
Orochimaru turned to look at Taiichi, his eyes gleaming with longing.
"You have a sample of that artificial life form, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have come to this conclusion about artificial life."
Tai smiled and nodded slightly. "Lord Orochimaru is as perceptive as ever. I've handed the body over to the village; I imagine Lord Orochimaru will see it when he returns."
"I can't wait any longer, Taiichi, you've really brought me some good news."
The Land of Earth, Madara's secret base.
Compared to a few months ago, the area has obviously been expanded, and the jagged rocks that were once there have been completely cleared away.
This place was once the final hiding place of Madara Uchiha, the Asura of the Ninja World; now, it is the starting point of the new "Madara".
In the center of the empty cave, two figures crossed paths like ghosts.
呲la.
The sound of kunai colliding was fleeting, and the dark figure flung several wooden spikes backward with a wave of his hand.
These wooden spikes were as fast as lightning, with incredibly tricky angles, and instantly pierced through Obito's body before he could even turn around!
However, the anticipated scene of the cutting technique being activated did not occur.
The wooden spike pierced Obito's body as if into a phantom, embedding itself directly into the opposite rock wall, sending debris flying.
Obito's figure swayed like ripples on water, and his single exposed eye, like a triangular windmill, slowly rotated, its cold gaze piercing through the barrier of space and landing on the attacker.
"It's no use."
A hoarse, low voice rang out, clearly a deliberate imitation of Madara's way of speaking from memory.
The attacker was Black Zetsu, whose strength was more than enough to spar with Obito in his current state.
Seeing that Obito was unharmed, a twisted "satisfied" expression appeared on his strange, two-toned face.
"Perfect intangibility, Lord Madara."
Black Zetsu's voice was hoarse yet obsequious, "Your control is already masterful. Even when caught off guard, you can perfectly use Hollowfication, making you virtually invincible in battle."
Obito, or rather, the current "Uchiha Madara," solidified his form once more.
He was wearing the old, dark robe left behind by Madara, his face covered by a swirling orange mask, revealing only his scarlet Mangekyou Sharingan.
"Ultimately, eye techniques are all one's own abilities."
Obito's voice was completely flat, and his mask concealed all his expressions.
"Reality and another dimension are separated by a mere thought. Ordinary attacks are well within my reaction time." He tilted his head slightly, his kaleidoscope coldly "looking" at Black Zetsu. "Your attack methods are still too monotonous."
Black Zetsu wasn't angry; instead, he chuckled softly.
"Monotonous, yet effective. At least it proves that you, Lord Madara, have completely shed your past weaknesses and flaws. In direct combat, no one can harm you in the slightest."
He paused, his tone becoming serious, "The training over the past few months has yielded remarkable results. You have not only completely mastered the ability to become intangible, but your control over Wood Release has also become increasingly refined. The power we have accumulated is enough to take the next step."
When power was mentioned, Obito couldn't help but touch his left eye, but all he touched was a cold mask.
"Damn Iwa ninja, they blinded my left eye. Otherwise, with the Mangekyou Sharingan in both eyes, my strength would have been even greater than it is now!"
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Obito's clenched fist trembled slightly, his resentment barely contained. At this crucial moment when he needed power the most, he had lost one of his kaleidoscopes. How unfair the world was.
Black Zetsu, listening to Obito's complaints, silently lowered his head. He didn't want Obito to know that he had gouged out his own left eye, which was now kept in a secret place.
Obito's resentment was only temporary. As long as Rin wasn't involved, his emotions usually only lasted for a while. Once he calmed down, he immediately steered the conversation back on track.
"How is Nagato doing now? Is the training of Madara's Rinnegan going smoothly?"
Black Zetsu immediately responded, his voice revealing a hint of urgency.
"Nagato killed Hanzo of the Salamander before, and is now the leader of Amegakure. He hides in the high tower of Amegakure all day long, acting like a god, but he wants to create a peaceful world."
Blackie curled his lip in disdain. "Having ambitions but no concrete plan for action? This guy is just too presumptuous."
"Hehe, isn't this perfect? He has ambition, and we have action; it's a good opportunity for us to cooperate."
Obito remained silent for a moment, his expression hidden behind the mask. But his eyes grew even deeper and colder.
"Nagato—those eyes that belong to Madara—those eyes that belong to me."
His voice lowered, carrying three parts sarcasm and seven parts self-mockery.
"Possessing it does indeed give you the potential to become a god, but I also hope you can see this world clearly. Understanding that the 'Eye of the Moon' is the key to saving the world."
"You're right, Lord Ban."
Black Zetsu's voice was full of approval and anticipation.
"Nagato has experienced suffering. We will guide him to understand that only the Infinite Tsukuyomi, as planned by Lord Madara, is the sole salvation to end all suffering."
"Alright, it's time. After lying low for so long, it's time for us to go and meet this so-called 'god'."
Obito waved his hand, having already decided to begin the next phase of his plan.
Black Zetsu bowed deeply, lowering himself to an extremely humble position. On his yin-yang face was a strange smile that mixed the expression of a fanatical believer and a schemer who had succeeded.
"Yes, sir."
The land of rain.
As a small country caught between three major powers, this place has long been a battlefield for the three powers, and countless civilians have died or been injured.
Especially during the Second World War, Hanzo of the Salamander became the leader of Amegakure. In order to change the weak position of the Land of Rain as a small country, he took the initiative to declare war on Konoha, Sunagakure, and Iwagakure.
This battle utterly destroyed a generation of Amegakure and plunged the Land of Rain into the flames of war.
Since the start of World War III, changes have taken place here that are unknown to the outside world.
Since Nagato killed Hanzo of the Salamander and took control of the entire village, Amegakure, a village that was already constantly raining, has seen even fewer sunny days.
This is the result of Nagato using the Rain Tiger Free Technique to monitor the entire Amegakure village for a long time.
The overwhelming strength and absolute control brought a rare moment of peace to this war-torn village.
Perhaps out of fear of his former title as a demigod in the ninja world, the flames of the Third Shinobi World War did not reach this ravaged nation before he took the initiative to provoke them.
With Nagato's strict control, the Land of Rain is one of the few countries that has recovered its vitality during the Third World War, at least for now.
Inside the central tower.
Pain, the apparent ruler of the Land of Rain and the former leader of the Akatsuki, is standing by the window, gazing at the peaceful village.
Three meters behind him, Xiao Nan stood quietly. Her black robe with red clouds was without a single wrinkle, and the white paper flower in her hair shimmered faintly in the dim light.
However, her purple eyes held no trace of the tranquility of looking at the village, only a bottomless worry, fixed firmly on Payne's lifeless back.
Since that incident, Nagato's health has deteriorated day by day; great power does not come without a price.
Today, Nagato is emaciated and so weak that he can only move around by relying on a wheelchair.
As for going out to demonstrate his power, only this puppet, created from Yahiko's remains, can achieve that.
"Cough—cough—"
A suppressed cough, as if it were about to vomit its own internal organs, escaped from Payne's mouth, breaking the silence of the tower with an incongruous sense of weakness.
Xiao Nan's heart tightened suddenly, and she took half a step forward, her fingertips trembling slightly.
"Nagato————"
She knew that the one coughing was not the puppet in front of her, but Nagato, who was hiding behind the scenes and controlling the puppet.
This is an ability that is no longer under control, directly reflecting the situation of the main body onto the clone.
Pain slowly turned around, his purple Rinnegan calmly "gazing" at Konan. His voice was as cold as ever, yet it also carried a subtle, almost imperceptible, soothing quality belonging to his true form.
"Don't worry, Xiao Nan. Isn't this happening less and less often? I've gradually gotten used to this kind of pain."
Pain is the price of power; we have received the power of God.
His gaze seemed to pierce through Pain's eyes, looking out over the rain and into the wider ninja world filled with war and hatred.
"Look at the Land of Rain now. This brief period of peace proves the correctness of power."
When we fully master that power, when the world has personally experienced the pain of divine retribution, true and eternal peace will finally arrive.
The five great powers, the chains of hatred—all will be shattered and rebuilt before these eyes. We are the only path to peace.
Xiao Nan looked at him, her eyes still filled with worry, even more so than before.
It wasn't a doubt about power, but a fear of the body that carried dreams and power about to collapse.
The future is indeed bright, but can this frail body really hold out until that future?
"But, Nagato, your body—"
Xiao Nan's voice trembled almost imperceptibly, her concern nearly breaking through her usual cool demeanor.
"It's alright." Payne's tone was decisive and unwavering, as if dispelling the gloom in Konan's heart. "This brief period of pain is for—"
He hadn't finished speaking.
A deep, hoarse voice suddenly boomed through the enclosed core space of the tower: "The path of God—what a moving belief, Payne—or Nagato!"
The voice seemed to come from the void, or perhaps it was whispering directly in their ears.
Pain's Rinnegan instantly erupted with an extremely sharp and cold light, his icy gaze like a tangible blade, suddenly sweeping towards the direction from which the sound came!
Xiao Nan reacted even faster. With a light flick of her wrist, countless white paper scraps shot out from her sleeves, hair, and even the shadows beneath her feet, as if they possessed a life of their own.
Instantly, an impenetrable paper wall formed around her and Payne, firmly protecting them from behind!
The space, less than five meters in front of them, twisted and spun strangely, forming an invisible vortex.
The next instant, a figure seemed to emerge from an ink painting, passing through the barrier of space without warning and standing on the cold floor.
He was dressed in a simple, dark robe, his figure upright yet carrying an indescribable sense of emptiness.
The most striking feature was the swirling orange mask that covered his entire face, with only a scarlet eye visible at the right eye.
The masked man appeared without any warning of chakra fluctuations. He ignored the paper barrier that gleamed with deadly sharpness before him, his posture casual.
The single, crimson eye gazed with great interest at Pain's Rinnegan, which contained terrifying power.
"However, if you have such difficulty maintaining such a small village as Amegakure, how can you possibly promote your ideals to the entire ninja world?"
Before he could finish speaking, countless pieces of paper in the air folded up and transformed into shuriken, flying towards him.
But the masked man remained unmoved, instead opening his arms as if to welcome hardship.
The shuriken seemed to pass through an illusory curtain, wave after wave, without any effect.
Payne, who had been quietly observing, raised his right hand and pointed it at the masked man.
Shinra Tensei.
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