blogombal Chapter 340 Deafness, a Sign of Hokage
Chapter 340 Deafness, a Sign of Hokage
Chapter 340 Deafness, a Sign of Hokage
Kakashi was momentarily taken aback by Obito's direct question. He hadn't expected that Obito's appearance today wasn't to cause trouble, but rather to immediately inquire about the hidden details of Rin's death.
Upon hearing the question, Kakashi's heart sank.
Obito's voice, low and suppressed, carried an unusual heaviness. Clearly, he was extremely concerned about this issue.
Kakashi immediately realized that this might be an opportunity to bring Obito back on track.
"That's right," he said slowly, taking a deep breath. "This is the conclusion I've pieced together from all the clues."
Rin's death was a meticulously planned conspiracy, and the mastermind behind it all was Uchiha Madara.
Those few words made Obito involuntarily tense. His voice, hidden behind his mask, deepened: "And the reason?"
Over the years, he had harbored a deep-seated unease and suspicion about the truth behind Rin's death. Having experienced so much, he wasn't entirely without a premonition that Madara Uchiha might have been secretly involved.
But he still couldn't understand why Madara Uchiha would target an ordinary girl like Rin.
Faced with Obito's questioning, Kakashi slowly shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Obito, don't you understand?"
Madara Uchiha's target was never Rin; his target was—you.
"Me?" Obito was stunned, repeating it unconsciously, his voice full of confusion.
Seeing the leader's dazed and lost expression, Kakashi felt no pleasure, only deep sorrow.
He knew that the truth was often the most hurtful.
But if he doesn't reveal everything, Obito will only continue making mistakes and sink deeper and deeper into trouble.
Kakashi continued, "Uchiha Madara—he set his sights on you. He orchestrated all of this for one purpose: to make you awaken the Mangekyou Sharingan in extreme pain and despair, and to make you utterly hate the world, thus willingly becoming a pawn in his plan, a weapon in his hand. Rin—was nothing more than a pawn used to destroy you and shape you."
Each word felt like a kunai piercing Obito's empty chest, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably. He wished he could go deaf and return to being the clueless genin he once was.
It turns out—it wasn't Kakashi's weakness, nor was it the cruelty of the world—
Simply because I am Uchiha Obito, simply because I possess the Sharingan, simply because I have the potential to become his pawn —!
All along, what sustained Obito as he walked alone in the darkness was not only his obsessive fantasy of creating a perfect world where Rin existed, but also the boundless hatred born from his blaming Kakashi, Konoha, and this world that made him despair for Rin's death.
It was this almost manic hatred that became the last fig leaf covering his reckless behavior and the only reason that allowed him to face those blood-stained hands.
However, Kakashi's words now reveal a near-cruel truth.
Rin's death stemmed from a conspiracy against Obito Uchiha. And the catalyst for this tragedy—was himself!
Obito was struck dumb, as if by lightning, and stood there stunned, his mind blank.
Pfft!
A dull thud was heard, and he could no longer stand. His knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily to the floor.
Meanwhile, in the Land of Water, early morning, in a secluded little inn.
Kisame Hoshigaki's tall figure stopped in front of a door and gently knocked.
Knock knock knock!
A moment later, the door creaked open.
Standing behind the door was Uchiha Itachi, dressed in a long black robe with red clouds. His face was calm and serene. He slightly raised his eyes, looked at Kisame at the door, and asked indifferently, "What is it?"
Kisame grinned, revealing a set of sharp, white teeth that were particularly striking.
He peeked into the room behind Itachi and saw that the room was simply furnished and there was no one else besides Itachi.
"He's not here—that's strange." Kisame muttered, frowning slightly as he pulled his head back. "The master isn't here with you either."
Itachi lowered his eyelids slightly and calmly asked, "Gone?"
"Yes," Kisame nodded.
His imposing figure shifted slightly to the side in the narrow corridor.
"I didn't see any adults when I woke up this morning."
Kisame scratched his head, somewhat puzzled, and asked, "Mr. Daichi, before the master left—did he leave you any arrangements?"
He knew in his heart that in the eyes of the adults, Itachi's status was different from that of others.
The relationship between the two is not as simple as that of superior and subordinate; perhaps Itachi knows some inside information.
However, Itachi Uchiha simply shook his head slowly, his eyes remaining calm, and said succinctly, "No."
For a moment, the two fell into a subtle silence through the half-open door. Kisame looked confused and slightly worried, while Itachi was thinking rapidly in his mind.
Was Obito's sudden disappearance due to a spur-of-the-moment decision to go somewhere, or did something unexpected happen?
Given his elusive nature, the latter possibility is extremely slim. Therefore, only the former possibility remains.
As for the reason—Itachi's mind flashed back to the strange dream from last night, and he thought of Kakashi, as well as the complicated grudges between Obito and Konoha, and couldn't help but speculate.
Of course, he wouldn't reveal a single one of these speculations to Kisame.
Furthermore, Obito's departure at this moment may not be a bad thing for Itachi. Now that Obito is temporarily gone, Itachi can take the opportunity to recuperate at his leisure.
After a long silence, Itachi finally spoke up: "Let's wait and see. If needed, the master will contact us."
After he finished speaking, he said no more and gently closed the door in front of Kisame.
Kisame stared at the closed door, shook his head helplessly, and a bitter smile appeared on his shark-like face.
He scratched his short hair, which stood up like steel nails, and muttered under his breath, "I just can't do anything with you—"
On the other side, in the Land of Grass.
In the center of the cave, on a relatively open area, a dark figure was moving and flashing at high speed.
Sasuke's figure moved swiftly and agilely, like a blur.
In a corner of the cave, on a protruding rock, sat another figure, Uchiha Madara.
He crossed his arms and watched Sasuke's training with great interest, occasionally offering quiet comments and pointers.
The corners of his mouth, which had been taut on his cracked face, turned up slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.
"Not bad," Madara nodded to himself.
Sasuke's character still needs tempering, and he is easily distracted by distractions during training. However, his dedication and hard work for power are somewhat reminiscent of the Uchiha clan.
His progress during this period has been faster than expected.
Madara Uchiha was quite dissatisfied when he recalled Sasuke's crushing defeat in that strange dream.
However, seeing Sasuke's almost obsessive dedication to training and his visible growth, his displeasure dissipated considerably.
After all, for him, power is the foundation of everything, and other flaws can be corrected gradually after he gains power.
Just then, Madara seemed to sense something and narrowed his single eye slightly.
His fingers, which had been resting on his chin, suddenly paused, followed by a playful smile: "Interesting—"
Madara slowly stood up, turned to look at the boy who was still training, and said, "Sasuke."
Upon hearing Madara's call, Sasuke immediately stopped what he was doing and turned around with a whoosh.
Sweat dripped down his chin. He looked at Ban with slightly out of breath, his eyes filled with doubt, but he didn't ask any more questions.
"Continue your practice on your own. I have something to attend to and need to leave for a bit," Madara said calmly, his gaze passing over Sasuke and looking into the depths of the cave as if watching some distant target.
Sasuke was taken aback for a moment, but quickly nodded and replied, "Yes."
He then decisively turned around and threw himself back into a new round of cultivation without a single complaint or question.
Ban didn't linger any longer, and in a flash, he disappeared into the winding cave passage.
In the deep cave, only the whistling wind stirred up by Sasuke's punches and kicks could be heard.
On the other side, on the border of the Land of Grass, in the dense forest near the site of the old Kannabi Bridge, a silent standoff is taking place.
Uchiha Itachi moved silently in the shadows of the forest.
After entering the Land of Grass, he deliberately suppressed his chakra fluctuations and slowed down his pace.
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He skillfully used the terrain and vegetation for cover, and carefully made his way towards the site of the old Kannabi Bridge.
High in the sky, several crows sharing his vision circled and weaved among the clouds and treetops, their sharp eyes vigilantly scanning everything below.
Itachi knew that this place was Madara Uchiha's lair, which he had cultivated for many years, and that White Zetsu's all-pervasive reconnaissance ability was even more terrifying.
Surrounded by dangers, he dared not be careless and kept his aura to a minimum.
However, just as Itachi was focused on moving forward, a sudden change occurred.
His mental connection with the flock of crows in the sky was severed without warning!
Itachi's heart skipped a beat, and he stopped abruptly. A bead of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. Oh no, had he been exposed?
The thought hadn't even fully formed in his mind yet.
call out! !
A piercing sound of something cutting through the air suddenly came from above!
boom!!!
A deafening roar, accompanied by a violent gust of wind, descended from the sky! A dark shadow, like a meteorite crashing to the ground, slammed into a clearing in the woods not far in front of the itachi!
The earth trembled violently, smoke and dust billowed into the sky, and gravel and dirt flew everywhere!
In the critical moment, Itachi Uchiha's reaction was no less impressive.
The moment the shadow appeared, his body exploded, transforming into a scattering of crows that flew away in all directions, accompanied by a series of piercing cawing sounds.
"A boring trick." A deep, cold voice rang out. Before the words were finished, the black shadow that had been smashed down earlier revealed itself to be Uchiha Madara!
He didn't even lift his eyelids, but casually raised one foot, hooked a fist-sized piece of gravel on the ground with his toe, and kicked it forcefully diagonally upwards!
Whoosh!
The rubble instantly transformed into a gray streak of light, barely perceptible to the naked eye, and shot through the air towards a high point in the forest with a piercing whistle.
At the same instant, a glint of cold light appeared in the dense canopy of a towering ancient tree thirty meters away.
Ding!
A crisp metallic clang rang out, and a cluster of sparks flew and danced among the branches and leaves!
The piece of rock, containing terrifying force, was precisely struck away by a kunai that suddenly thrust out, embedding itself directly into the trunk of a nearby tree, vibrating and buzzing incessantly.
Forced by this attack, a slender figure was compelled to emerge from the shadows of the tree canopy.
The weasel leaped down from the dense foliage and landed on a thick branch below.
A stone that was merely kicked casually possessed such terrifying power!
Itachi glanced at the stone still embedded in the tree trunk and was secretly shocked. Was this the strength of Madara Uchiha?
Unfathomable!
"Get down." A cold, indifferent voice came from not far away.
He had clearly located Itachi's true form and was certain that no matter what tricks the other party tried to pull, the outcome would be the same.
Up in the tree, the weasel took a deep breath, squinted as it observed the spotted figure below and its surroundings, its mind racing.
At this moment, a forced breakout would only lead to certain death, while continuing to hide might only provoke the enemy.
After a brief moment of deliberation, the weasel decisively leaped down from the branch, landing as lightly as a falling leaf.
He stood up steadily, raised his head, and quietly met Uchiha Madara's gaze, the two of them no more than ten meters apart.
In the dimly lit forest, a murderous aura silently permeated the air.
Madara slowly lowered his arms, which were crossed over his chest, and slightly raised his chin, staring coldly at Uchiha Itachi.
The enemy Sasuke spoke of—the man who slaughtered the Uchiha clan overnight—was now standing right in front of him.
Madara squinted and scrutinized him for a moment, thinking to himself that this young man was no mere imposter, but a genuine Uchiha clansman.
Moreover, he possesses a composure and calmness far beyond his years.
Faced with the pressure he deliberately released, the boy's expression hardly fluctuated. His breathing remained long and even, and his eyes were calm and sharp, showing no fear or panic whatsoever.
Such a temperament among young juniors is extremely rare, even in Madara Uchiha's long career.
After a brief silence, Ban suddenly chuckled softly.
Oh----
Before the laughter had even subsided, his figure had already darted out like a ghost!
boom!
A crater exploded in the ground, and Madara Uchiha suddenly approached in a black shadow!
He didn't even bother to say another word, and with a powerful kick that tore through the air, he slammed it into Itachi's chest!
This seemingly simple strike was as fast as lightning, and contained immense power enough to shatter giant rocks.
Itachi's pupils shrank sharply, his heart filled with horror. He had no time to think, and the opponent's attack was already upon him.
He instinctively leaned back rapidly, his waist bending backward into an astonishing arc, and at the same time, his legs suddenly exerted force, sending him flying backward like a kite with a broken string!
call!
A fierce gust of wind grazed the tip of Itachi's nose, tearing a thin rip in his shirt.
At the last second, Itachi narrowly avoided the horizontal kick!
Seeing that his kick had missed, Madara Uchiha's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he pressed forward again.
In an instant, his fists, palms, elbows, and knees rained down on Itachi, each strike aimed straight at his vital points.
The offensive was like a raging storm, not only extremely fast but also incredibly powerful, with each strike carrying a strong killing intent.
Itachi dared not be careless in the slightest, and did his best to wield the kunai in his hands to defend and parry. The perception of his Sharingan was brought to the extreme, and he barely managed to withstand Madara Uchiha's storm of violent attacks!
In an instant, fists flew across the forest clearing, and dull thuds echoed throughout.
However, the difference in their abilities is still undeniably evident.
After several rounds of fighting, Itachi gradually lost his strength and was completely at a disadvantage.
Madara Uchiha's attacks were truly overwhelming and relentless. Each strike seemed to engulf Itachi completely, forcing Itachi to retreat repeatedly without any strength to retaliate.
Despite this, Touch remained remarkably calm.
He stared intently at his opponent, remaining calm and composed, his defense impeccable. Even when pushed to the brink of defeat, he showed no sign of weakness.
The surprise in Ban's eyes grew even stronger.
He originally only intended to casually test this junior's abilities, but he did not expect that the other party would perform far better than he had anticipated.
After another fierce exchange of blows, Madara Uchiha staggered and retreated, putting some distance between himself and Itachi.
He stared at the slightly panting young man opposite him, his eyes remaining calm and steady, without the slightest panic or hesitation.
Ban slowly raised his chin, a half-smile appearing on his cracked face. His mind raced, wondering if he had stumbled upon a treasure.
Sasuke has great potential, but he is easily swayed by his emotions and is restless and impatient.
The older brother before him, in terms of both temperament and combat wisdom, far surpassed his younger brother, and even more remarkably possessed a calmness far beyond his years.
They are the perfect person to execute the plan.
Compared to that impulsive brat, this older brother was more to Madara Uchiha's liking in many ways.
However, what we just talked about wasn't enough.
Ban's eyes sharpened, and he suddenly formed a series of hand seals, taking a deep breath.
"Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation!!"
boom!!
With a low growl, Madara Uchiha unleashed a massive wave of fire!
The blazing flames expanded in an instant, transforming into a crimson sea of fire that roared towards and engulfed Uchiha Itachi.
This attack was incredibly powerful, with flames engulfing an area of hundreds of meters in radius. The intense heat distorted the air, turning vegetation to ashes and even causing rocks to scorch and crack!
Such a terrifying fire-style technique is beyond the reach of ordinary ninjas; its destructive power can instantly level a forest.
The sea of fire rushed towards Itachi, completely blocking all of Itachi's escape routes.
Sensing the earth-shattering, scorching aura, Itachi's pupils constricted sharply, and his expression changed for the first time.
Ban is getting serious!
Faced with an attack of this scale, hiding one's strengths and holding back will only lead to certain death.
In the blink of an eye, the three tomoe in Itachi's eyes began to spin rapidly, transforming into the intricate and magnificent patterns of the Mangekyou Sharingan.
"Susanoo!!"
With a low shout from Itachi, crimson chakra surged out wildly, and a huge phantom of a skeletal armor firmly protected him inside!
However, the skeletal form of Susanoo alone was far from enough to withstand the overwhelming sea of fire.
The kaleidoscope pattern in Itachi's eyes shifted slightly, and a huge mirror shield phantom instantly condensed on the left arm of Susanoo.
The shield was ancient and heavy, wrapped in a crimson aura of chakra, exuding a sacred and indestructible aura. It was the legendary Yata Mirror, which could withstand all things!
boom!!!!
The boundless sea of fire slammed into the Yata no Kagami, creating a deafening roar.
The flames were forcibly split apart the moment they touched the mirror shield, like raging waves hitting a cliff, rushing and pouring to both sides.
The blazing flames surged and swept across both sides of the Yata no Kagami, crackling and burning the surrounding trees, yet they could not penetrate the lens shield even slightly.
Behind the Mirror Shield, the massive skeleton of Susanoo remained unmoved, firmly protecting Itachi Uchiha within.
The defense constructed by the Yata Mirror and Susanoo was nearly flawless; no matter how raging the flames, they could not penetrate it.
A moment later, the raging flames finally subsided, revealing the unharmed Uchiha Itachi.
The calm expression on Ban's face suddenly froze. He slowly lowered his arm, his eyes revealing undisguised surprise.
"Oh?"
At this moment, Madara Uchiha no longer displayed his previous arrogance and mockery; instead, he showed unprecedented seriousness and appreciation.
He stared at Itachi within Susanoo and said in surprise, "Even Susanoo—you've mastered it to this extent?"