blogombal Chapter 343 Bewitchment, Search
Chapter 343 Bewitchment, Search
Chapter 343 Bewitchment, Search
The Land of Earth, Madara Uchiha's secret base.
After Black Zetsu brought Obito back, he placed him in one of the caves.
There are no top-tier medical ninjas like Taiichi here.
Obito's numerous injuries, along with the backlash from overusing the Mangekyou Sharingan, meant he had no professional medical ninja to treat him.
At this moment, he was naked from the waist up, but his skin was not normal human skin; his entire body, especially the wounded areas, was covered with a layer of pale white.
This is using the possession of a White Zetsu to treat Obito's injuries, and the effect is naturally quite good. However, you can tell from Obito's twitching eyebrows from time to time that while the treatment is effective, the pain is real.
At one moment, Obito suddenly opened his eyes.
What came into view was a dim cave, with the sound of water dripping intermittently from the cave ceiling into a small puddle.
Just as he was about to make a move, excruciating pain immediately engulfed him, his torso, limbs, and even his brain feeling as if they were being stabbed repeatedly by countless red-hot steel needles.
He stiffly turned the only part of his neck he could still barely control, his gaze downwards.
Half of his body was completely covered by a layer of translucent, jelly-like, pale substance that was deeply embedded in his exposed wounds, almost growing into his flesh.
Once I had gotten used to the physical pain, fragments of memory pierced my mind like merciless steel awls!
The burning forest, Kakashi's blood-stained body, the hideous face of the Iwa ninja, and — Rin!
Lin's clear, gentle brown eyes looked at him in the final moments, filled not with fear, but with a deep, heartbreaking longing.
Then, that cold kunai, which was meant to pierce her own chest, pierced through Rin's chest!
"Lin—"
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A scream that was not human, mixed with extreme pain and despair, suddenly burst out of Obito's throat and exploded in the closed cave!
His still-functioning left arm pounded wildly against the cold, hard rock bed beneath him, again and again, until blood seeped from his hand.
"Aaaaaah! Why! Why wasn't it me who died?!"
Like a dying beast trapped in a desperate situation, he rolled over in excruciating pain and recklessly pounded his forehead against the rock wall.
The dull "thump-thump" sound was like the beating of a drum, and each impact left a dark red bloodstain.
The wounds on his body that had not yet healed burst open again during this intense exercise, and fresh blood flowed all over his body.
He seemed to want to smash himself against this hard stone, along with these heart-wrenching memories.
"Heh ————·————"
Extreme grief and madness exhausted him; his body convulsed violently, and only the sound of gasping for breath like a broken bellows could be heard from his throat.
Tears mingled with the blood streaming down his forehead, carving filthy furrows into his pale, contorted face. All that remained before him was a crimson, blood-red world.
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's awake! It's making quite a racket!"
"It's so noisy! Lord Madara will be disturbed!"
Two flippant, utterly unemotional voices rang out one after the other.
In Obito's tear-blurred vision, two similar, pale faces suddenly appeared.
They swayed their bodies, wearing eerie smiles, and approached him as if observing some rare object, their empty eyes gleaming with curiosity.
"Look, he's bleeding! All that bleeding for nothing, it was so hard to get it glued on!"
"Idiot, he crashed into it himself! What a troublemaker!"
The two White Zetsu chattered incessantly, their voices echoing irritatingly in the empty cave.
Obito struggled to move his eyes, his crimson three-tomoe eyes focusing with difficulty through his tears.
"Lin—where is Lin?!"
His voice was as hoarse as sandpaper.
"Lin?" One of the White Zetsu tilted its head, its expression as innocent as if it were discussing the weather. "She's dead! *Pfft*, she got pierced through! Poor thing!"
"His heart is ruptured! He's definitely beyond saving!"
Another immediately chimed in cheerfully, as if telling a funny joke.
The extreme pain and icy despair instantly froze Obito's blood. All the muscles in his body tensed, his teeth clenched so tightly that they cracked, and he wanted nothing more than to rush forward and tear those two monsters to pieces.
"That's enough!"
An old, deep voice suddenly rang out, easily drowning out Bai Jue's clamor.
Deep within the cave, amidst the heavy shadows, a figure slowly emerged.
He was tall and wore the Uchiha clan uniform that Obito was familiar with. His unruly black hair was loose and slightly curly like a lion's mane, which set off his face, which was sharply defined and as hard as a rock sculpture.
A trembling, deep-seated throbbing sensation instantly gripped Obito.
"Who are you!"
Obito asked with difficulty, this person's aura was definitely not that of an unknown person, but he had no impression of this person in his memory.
"How pathetic that someone from the Uchiha clan can't even recognize my own face."
Ban gave a cold laugh, but didn't keep anyone in suspense, and readily gave the answer.
"I am Uchiha Madara!"
"Uchiha Madara?!"
Obito's voice was dry and hoarse, filled with disbelief and horror.
Even though he was a nobody, he understood the weight of this name, which was taboo in the clan.
But—how could he still be alive? And how could he be here?
Madara did not answer the obvious question. His Sharingan calmly reflected Obito's blood-soaked, broken, and desperate appearance.
"It must have been very painful?"
He spoke, his voice as calm as if stating an eternal truth.
"Betrayed by the world you love, witnessing your most cherished possessions turn to dust before your eyes—this heart-wrenching despair, like a festering sore, gnaws at your soul?"
He stepped forward, looking down at Obito, who was trapped on the rock like a caged beast, with a gaze full of pity.
"You felt it, Obito. This is the truth of this world—a vast prison built on lies, plunder, and endless suffering."
Madara's voice deepened, yet possessed a captivating, penetrating power that pierced into Obito's chaotic mind.
"War breeds suffering, suffering breeds hatred, and hatred breeds new wars—Konoha's peace? The tacit understanding of the five great nations? Ha, it's nothing but a false calm before the storm."
A cold smile curved his lips, his Sharingan's power surged slightly, and his words carried a magical quality, teasing Obito's sensitive nerves.
"The girl you cherish is named Lin, isn't she?"
Madara deliberately slowed down his speech, each word like a cold chisel, precisely striking Obito's most vulnerable spot.
Why did she take that knife for you? It was because she was powerless to face this terrible world, watching her hot blood splatter on your face and slowly grow cold—
Madara's voice was like a whisper from hell, and every detail he described made Obito tremble even more.
"That feeling of helplessness, that anger that made you want to destroy everything—tell me, Obito, is this the reality you want? Is this the reward that girl deserved for protecting the world with her life?"
"Shut up! Shut up!!"
Obito suddenly raised his head, the three tomoe spinning and twisting rapidly in his eyes, transforming into the shape of a kaleidoscope, his cold eye power raging forth from them.
He was panting heavily, like a lone wolf cornered on the edge of a cliff, his eyes glaring wildly at Ban, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.
Rin's last gaze, the kunai piercing her chest, the splashing warmth—every image was magnified infinitely by Ban's words, as clear as if it were happening again!
Madara straightened up and calmly met Obito's gaze. His three-tomoe eyes radiated a power no less than that of Obito's Mangekyou Sharingan.
"This despair, this pain, this hatred that can burn everything—"
Ban's voice suddenly rose, carrying a sense of certainty, like a final prophecy.
"It's not the end! It's an endless cycle. The world will continue to cycle endlessly in this tragedy, but Obito, now there is a chance to rewrite all of this."
Rewrite? The word pierced Obito's chaotic consciousness. Rin's pale face flashed in his mind—rewrite?
"Join forces with me."
Madara's voice was like the sweetest poison, carrying an irresistible allure, each syllable striking Obito's crumbling willpower.
"Tear this endless cycle apart, and create a true paradise without war, separation, or pain!"
There, everything lost will return, and all regrets will be soothed!
There, the girl you cherish will smile at you again—
"Lin—can she be resurrected?"
Deep within Obito's shattered soul, a faint yet incredibly powerful thought struggled to break through the earth.
"It's not resurrection."
Madara's lips curled into an all-knowing smile, his Sharingan locking onto the sudden gleam in Obito's eyes.
"It's about creation, creating a new world where she will never be hurt, and will never leave you!"
He suddenly opened his arms wide, as if embracing a grand but unreal blueprint.
"An eternal dream! A perfect world of only peace and love!"
"Perfect World — Lin —"
Obito muttered to himself as the crimson light of his kaleidoscope surged, the clover pattern spinning rapidly and releasing a heart-stopping wave of ocular power!
Immediately, the image of Rin's death and the illusory paradise depicted by Ban collided and mingled violently in his mind.
The desire to destroy and the temptation to create transformed into two raging torrents, wreaking havoc in his fragile mind.
"Ugh—!"
The body, which had just recovered, finally gave way to the frantic activity following its awakening, coupled with the current mental turmoil, and could no longer hold on.
He convulsed and then lost consciousness again.
The cave was deathly silent, with only the constant echoing of dripping water.
Ban slowly lowered his outstretched arms, the bewitching fervor on his face receding like the tide, leaving only icy indifference.
He looked at Obito, who had fallen unconscious again, his eyes devoid of any emotion, only filled with cold assessment and calculation.
"I have high hopes for him."
Ban's voice was devoid of warmth, like issuing an order to dispose of an object.
"When he wakes up next time, he will be more aware of the truth of the world."
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"Understood, Lord Madara!"
"Don't worry! We'll glue it on securely!"
The two White Zetsu immediately resumed their playful demeanor and came to Obito's side. Like two clumps of flowing white slime, they wriggled and covered Obito's body, especially the wounds that had just been torn open again due to his frantic struggle and the burst of his eye power.
The viscous substance quickly filled the cracks, seeped into the tissue, and continued its slow "healing" with a strange vitality.
Madara glanced one last time at Obito on the stone bed, then silently left the cave.
At this moment, Taiyi arrived at the destroyed Kannabi Bridge.
A cold wind howled across the great rift valley, stirring up clouds of dust that lashed against Taiyi's solemn face.
He stood alone on the ruins of the Kannabi Bridge, the jagged edges of the cliff beneath his feet stretching into a bottomless canyon.
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The once magnificent stone bridge that spanned the canyon is now reduced to a few lonely broken piles.
The Land of Grass spent countless resources to build this bridge, but now it can be destroyed in an instant.
Destruction is easy, creation is difficult, and it's unknown whether this bridge will ever be rebuilt.
Smelling the lingering scent of the explosive tags in the air, Taiyi remained silent for a long time—this was the battlefield that would change the course of the war.
Looking across the canyon, the traces left by the Rock Ninja are clearly visible.
The thick stone walls left by the earthworks of the city.
A huge stone mound left by the art of earthmoving.
All these traces indicate that the Iwa ninja were also trying to rebuild the bridge using Earth Release.
However, the rift was too wide and too deep. The stone pillars built up by ordinary earth-style ninjutsu could not cross this huge chasm, leaving only twisted and broken rocks.
The devastated ruins before us symbolize the complete collapse of the Iwagakure supply line and foreshadow the imminent end of this long war.
"Next, it should be time for peace talks."
He understood immediately and withdrew his gaze from the broken bridge; he had a more important task to do.
According to Kakashi's description, Taichi arrived at the location where his team had retreated and, following the tracks on the ground, prepared to begin the pursuit.
Unlike Minato's ordinary sensory ninjutsu, Taichi has a unique advantage that Minato does not have.
Calm your mind and concentrate for a moment.
Sage Mode, activated.
Instantly, a vast and boundless natural energy surged into his body like a tide, perfectly merging with his own chakra.
Entering Sage Mode, Taiyi's senses were already enhanced to an unprecedented degree, and in addition—
Sage Art: Chakra Perception.
His range of perception suddenly expanded, several times greater than usual.
The whisper of the wind rustling through the leaves, the trembling of insects wriggling in the soil, the ripples of the distant stream—every subtle pulse of life in the forest was clearly reflected in his enhanced sensory network, strengthened by magical arts.
Taiyi knew very well how troublesome Jue's "Mayfly Technique" was. That creature merged with the earth and vegetation, like an invisible shadow, making it extremely difficult to detect or catch when it was in its hidden state.
Minato's reconnaissance was effective against ordinary ninjas, but against the Mayfly Technique, it was difficult to achieve any results.
But—as long as it has briefly broken free from the mayfly state and revealed its form, or even if it has only slightly disturbed the surrounding environment, it will inevitably leave some clues!
Under Taiyi's current state of perception, any "foreign object" that forcibly intervenes in nature has nowhere to hide.
Sure enough, Taiyi quickly detected several anomalies.
It is not residual energy, but an extremely subtle "trace".
A cluster of vines, which should have naturally drooped away from the battlefield, was twisted and entwined in an unnatural way, as if it had been forcibly twisted by an invisible hand.
A trampled leaf stands out from the surrounding layers of natural sedimentation.
There were even some large trees and shrubs that still retained traces of what appeared to be Wood Release chakra.
These traces, intermittent and continuous, followed the route Kakashi and his group took in their escape.
When Taiichi finally found his Flying Thunder God Kunai entangled in a tree branch, his eyes were already icy cold!
Madara Uchiha and Black Zetsu really went to great lengths, monitoring Kakashi and his group all the way and using various methods to cut off their escape routes. They really thought highly of him.
The kunai in front of him had been twisted into a pretzel by the twig. Tai carefully removed the twig and kunai, which was irrefutable evidence.
Holding his breath and concentrating, the immortal activated his senses to the extreme, like the most sophisticated radar, using the location of the kunai as the center to conduct a carpet search in all directions.
His perception penetrated every inch of soil, swept over every leaf, and analyzed every residual energy fluctuation and anomaly in the natural state.
However, this time, he found nothing.
The final trace disappeared where Obito fell. The Mayfly Technique truly made him the number one ninja for reconnaissance and stealth; even Sage Mode couldn't detect his presence.
Taichi's Sage Mode slowly faded, and he stood where Obito had finally fallen, feeling utterly powerless.
He only knew that the cave where Madara was hiding was located in the Land of Earth, but the Land of Earth was so big, how could he possibly find it?
The longer it drags on, the higher the chance that Obito will be bewitched. If we can't find him now, he might become our enemy if we encounter him again later.