blogombal Chapter 349 The Final Arrangements
Chapter 349 The Final Arrangements
Chapter 349 The Final Arrangements
The Land of Earth, a secret base.
When Black Zetsu saw Madara Uchiha again, he could hardly believe his eyes.
Madara Uchiha, who once reigned supreme in the ninja world and looked down upon the world, and who had briefly regained his youth, was no longer the same as he had been in his prime.
He still stood tall with a steady gait, but his thick, jet-black hair had turned a blinding white, like winter snow; his once smooth and powerful skin had become loose and covered with fine wrinkles.
Those Sharingan eyes still gleamed with a captivating light, but deep within them lay an undeniable weariness and a sense of urgency—that time was running out.
He knew that the price of forcibly regaining his youth and going through a fierce battle was backfiring wildly, and his life was like a candle flickering in the wind, with only a handful of days left for him.
"Madara-sama!"
Black Zetsu's voice trembled undisguisedly—the plan hadn't succeeded yet, and Madara absolutely couldn't die at this moment.
Ignoring Black Zetsu's horror, Madara went straight to the cave where Obito was, his gaze fixed on Obito, who was sleeping on the stone bed, like a hawk's.
"I never expected that Matsushita Taichi would have such power. I underestimated him in the past."
Ban's voice was hoarse and cold, with a rare hint of regret.
"Lord Madara, how are you feeling? What should we do next?"
Black Zetsu was truly anxious. He hadn't expected that a mere ambush would cause Madara to regain his aged appearance. Had he known this would happen, he would have preferred to stay behind and personally resist Matsushita Taichi.
Ignoring Black Zetsu's anxiety, Madara simply looked at Obito on the bed and murmured, "I'll give you one more chance. I hope you can make the right choice."
As he spoke, Madara walked to Obito's side, stretched out his withered hand, and pressed it against Obito's forehead, which was covered by White Zetsu.
The crimson three-tomoe pearl spun in his eyes, and his spirit, guided by his pupil power, crashed directly into Obito's brain.
The spiritual world.
This is no longer a cold cave, but the forest in the Land of Grass where Rin died tragically.
At this moment, trees were uprooted and corpses lay scattered. In the center of the forest clearing, Otto was kneeling on the ground, holding Rin's cold body in his arms.
One can imagine that Obito's mind was constantly lingering on the moment of Rin's death, filled with endless regret and pain.
In the midst of this deathly silence, an unusual phenomenon suddenly appeared, and Madara's figure descended like a god not far from Obito.
"Uchiha Obito".
Madara's voice echoed in this illusory space, carrying a strange power that instantly pierced Obito's confusion and numbness.
Look at what this world has to offer you!
As Ban spoke, a small part of this world seemed to have been taken away from its ownership, and began to display different scenes.
That wasn't a bloody battlefield in the dense forests of the Land of Grass, but rather a pristine white intensive care unit at Konoha Hospital.
In the scene, Nohara Rin lies quietly on the hospital bed. Although her face is pale and her chest is wrapped in thick bandages, her chest rises and falls slightly, showing that she is indeed still alive!
The scene was so real, so full of life, that it stood in stark contrast to the despairing image of Rin in Obito's memory, her chest pierced by a kunai and stained with blood.
"Lin!"
Obito's blank pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had encountered the most violent storm. Disbelief, ecstasy, confusion, pain—countless emotions intertwined and surged wildly on his face.
He instinctively reached out his hand, wanting to touch the illusory yet incredibly real image.
"She's not dead."
Madara's cold voice, however, stated a warm truth, breaking the dead silence in Obito's heart.
"That brat from Konoha named Matsushita Taichi pulled her back from the brink of hell using unbelievable methods. But, Obito—"
Ban's voice suddenly rose in pitch, filled with a seductive power.
"What's the use of all this! Look at this world! War, hatred, intrigue, betrayal—it's everywhere!"
Kakashi couldn't save her, Minato Namikaze couldn't protect her, and Konoha couldn't shield her either.
She survived by sheer luck today, but what about tomorrow? What about the day after?
In this decaying world filled with pain and despair, can you guarantee that she won't experience that kind of pain again?
Can you guarantee that one day in the future, she won't die in front of you again for some ridiculous reason, or even die at your own hands?
Madara's words were like sharp daggers, cutting into the softest part of Obito's heart.
Before his eyes, the scene was no longer that of Konoha Hospital, but rather different scenes of Rin's death were unfolding, including a scene where Obito killed Rin with his own hands.
The euphoria brought by the news that Lin was alive was replaced by the fear of loss and the fear of the endless harm this world could inflict as those images gradually faded away.
Obito's body trembled violently, his eyes struggling fiercely between hope and despair.
Rin is still alive, but she could be killed again at any moment in this cruel ninja world.
"Follow me, Obito."
Ban lowered his voice at the right moment, taking on a strange "gentleness".
"Going back to Konoha, back to Rin's side, you can only watch helplessly as she struggles in this cursed world, just like an ordinary person, and then one day in the future, experience the pain of loss again, over and over again!"
He paused deliberately, letting the icy water of despair completely soak into Obito's mind.
"or----"
Ban's voice suddenly became impassioned, like the seduction of a demon.
"Join me! Let's create a new world without war, without pain, and without loss!"
A world of peace, dreams, and love—a world where Lin will never be hurt again!
A perfect world that belongs to us!
Obito's struggle reached its peak as different scenes flashed through his mind.
But in the end, the thought that Lin was still alive drew him in like the only torch in the darkness.
He wanted to go back, to see it with his own eyes, and to stay by her side!
His lips trembled, but he finally mustered the strength to shout, "I want to go back to Konoha!"
A cold disappointment flashed in Madara's Sharingan, but more so a cruel resolve. He saw clearly Obito's final choice and understood Rin's place in Obito's heart.
"It seems—you have chosen the path of repeated suffering."
Ban's voice instantly became devoid of emotion.
"In that case, let me help you sever this last weakness! You don't need those pointless shackles; you only need to remember—despair and rebirth!"
"No—what do you want to do?"
Obito tried to retreat in terror, his Sharingan instantly transforming into a kaleidoscope, but this was a spiritual world, or more accurately, a spiritual world composed of ocular power.
Here, the winner is determined solely by the strength of one's pupil power.
Although Obito possessed the Mangekyou Sharingan, in terms of eye power, he was indeed far inferior to Madara's three tomoe.
Madara's eye power suddenly exploded to its limit!
The entire mental world violently shook, collapsed, and became distorted!
The surging power of his eyes rushed into Obito's core consciousness like a tsunami.
The extreme despair evoked by the images of Lin's near-death experience has been amplified and distorted to an extreme degree.
The scenes of Rin being saved, Kakashi's companionship, and Minato's concern—these fragments representing real-world bonds and faint hopes—were brutally torn apart, covered up, and altered!
Instead, there is an implanted, deeply ingrained belief that this world is a complete hell, and only the Infinite Tsukuyomi is the only salvation!
Only the Eye of the Moon Plan can create an eternal and perfect world with Rin! And carrying out this plan is the sole reason for Obito Uchiha's existence!
He would give anything to destroy any obstacle in his path!
In the real cave, Obito's body on the stone bed suddenly arched, letting out a silent, violent roar that only subsided after a long time.
Madara slowly released his hand from Obito's forehead, his face paled even more, and he coughed violently, a trace of blood even spilling from the corner of his mouth.
He looked at Obito, who had calmed down on the bed, without any pity in his eyes.
"Let's go, now we just need to wait for him to wake up!"
After saying that, he took a faltering step and led the way out of the cave. Black Zetsu followed closely behind Madara, his face filled with indescribable joy.
When the two arrived at a larger cave, Madara Uchiha found a stone chair and sat down.
Although he had tried his best to straighten his back, anyone with eyes could see that he could not hide his exhaustion and decline.
Black Zetsu stood to the side, quiet as a stone statue. He did not speak, but waited for Madara to recover his strength.
a long time.
"Obito's mind has been altered. Go and remove one of his eyes later. With both Mangekyou Sharingan in his eyes and the fused White Zetsu, his eye power can easily break through my will and be altered. It's safer to remove only one eye."
Black Zetsu suddenly looked up at Uchiha Madara, his eyes filled with disbelief. Why did these words sound like a dying message?
Seemingly noticing the doubt in Black Zetsu's eyes, Madara Uchiha nodded quite calmly.
"You're right, I'm going to die soon."
The battle with Matsushita Taichi had exhausted my strength, and the fight to suppress Obito's Mangekyou Sharingan had already drained my remaining life force.
But it doesn't matter anymore. All the groundwork has been laid; now it's up to you and Obito to work together.
Black Zetsu lowered his head heavily, as if his heart was filled with boundless sorrow, but in reality, his eyes were filled with indifference.
"I've already recorded and saved my insights on the Sharingan beforehand. Once Obito recovers, you can teach him how to use the Sharingan."
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"The plan for Nagato can also begin simultaneously. Once Obito has finished learning what I left behind, we can let him make contact with Nagato."
"Matsushita Taichi is a formidable opponent. In the early stages of the plan, be careful to avoid direct confrontation with him. Your current strength is not enough to pose a threat to him."
"The plan will only be fully implemented when Nagato has completely mastered the Rinnegan."
Madara was explaining the precautions to Black Zetsu one by one; these were things that Black Zetsu and Obito needed to do after his death.
As he spoke, his voice grew softer and softer until it became barely audible.
As the last word fell, the "Ninja World Asura," who once dominated the ninja world for an era and struck fear into the hearts of all, finally breathed his last.
After a long while, Black Zetsu finally raised his head and looked at the tyrant whose back was still straight even in death, and couldn't help but sigh.
No matter how great your achievements or how ambitious you were in your life, you will always face the crisis of old age and death.
And everything you have in life will be irrelevant to you after you die.
Fortunately————
Black Zetsu stepped forward, took out a sealing scroll, and carefully sealed Madara Uchiha's body. This was a key item for the subsequent plan to revive Madara Uchiha.
However, at least for now, Madara Uchiha has completely withdrawn from the stage of the ninja world.
The next day.
When Obito opened his eyes again, the boyish confusion, pain, and struggle that had been deep in his pupils had completely disappeared.
Instead, there was a deathly silence and a kind of madness that would burn everything for some "noble" goal.
He sat up, his merged body appearing both strange and powerful.
"Absolutely brilliant."
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A hoarse shout came from Obito's mouth, and not long after, footsteps came from the cave entrance.
Black Zetsu walked into the cave and looked at Obito, who had already gotten up, with a rare, eerie smile on his face.
"You're finally awake, Obito."
Ignoring Black Zetsu's greeting, Obito stood still, gently moving his body. He felt very uncomfortable with this fused body.
"Uchiha Madara, is he dead?"
Black Zetsu paused, but immediately realized that Madara had already given Obito instructions in the previous illusion.
"Yes, Lord Madara officially returned to the Pure Land yesterday. As per Lord Madara's orders, I will obey your command and work together to fulfill Lord Madara's last wishes."
"Infinite Tsukuyomi—" Obito muttered to himself.
"Lin!"
The name came out of his mouth again, but without a trace of warmth, only a twisted obsession and a destructive fanaticism.
"And—this decaying world—awaits me!"
"From this day forward, I am no longer Uchiha Obito. Obito is dead. From this moment forward, I am Uchiha Madara!"
""
Obito—no, Madara's voice was filled with determination; it was a complete farewell to the past, and also an infinite hope for a new life.
Black Zetsu was only momentarily stunned before he immediately realized what was happening.
"Yes, Lord Madara, you are Lord Madara."
The effects of the bombing of the Kannabi Bridge are finally beginning to emerge after nearly a week.
Supplies at the Iwagakure front, whether combat supplies or food supplies, suddenly became scarce.
The limited reserves in the main camp were simply not enough to withstand the depletion of resources during the battle.
In particular, recently, Konoha's western forces, led by Minato, launched a fierce counterattack against Iwagakure.
With such exponential consumption, it only took three days for the Iwagakure camp to run out of explosive tags, kunai, shuriken, and other throwing ninja tools.
Not to mention medical supplies; the fiercer the fighting and the more wounded, the faster the consumption of these items increased.
Rock Hidden Frontline Camp.
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"Commander, we're running low on food, and we've run out of rations. What should we do next?"
Looking at the advisor who had asked the question, Dong Siren wished he could drag him out and chop him up.
Morale is low right now, and the army is instable. How can such words that disrupt morale be spoken openly and honestly?
Before he could come up with a solution, another staff officer spoke up.
"My lord, let's shrink our lines. We can no longer sustain such a protracted war. If this continues, a rout is only a matter of time."
A chorus of agreement arose in the camp; clearly, no one wanted to fight a battle without any supplies.
Just as the Eastern Dead Man was hesitating, a messenger ninja lifted the tent flap and hurried in.
"Sir, a messenger has been sent from the village."
Dong Siren's eyes lit up. This was the time when the village needed a decision the most, and this messenger's arrival was just in time.
The newcomer clearly knew the situation was urgent, and without waiting for the Eastern Dead Man's order, he strode into the tent.
All eyes turned to him, and Dong Siren even cried out.
"loess!"