"So they really are all infused with Hashirama Senju's cells…"
Yakushi Kabuto adjusted his glasses, watching as the White Zetsu beneath the dust gradually transformed into another person.
As the caster, he could clearly sense it—
This reincarnation had reached an astonishing level of completion.
It even surpassed what Orochimaru himself could achieve!
Not only was the restored strength extremely high—
Control over the reincarnated individual had also improved significantly.
"There are still plenty of these experimental bodies…"
A cold smile curled on Kabuto's lips.
A coffin rose from the ground, standing upright.
The newly revived figure lay inside.
The lid shut—
And the coffin slowly sank back underground.
"In the past few days, his success rate has improved a lot… looks like he didn't get many materials while in Amegakure."
From the shadows, Obito watched Kabuto complete another reincarnation and spoke to Black Zetsu.
"Hmph… Ning Feng really doesn't know how to judge people."
Black Zetsu sneered.
"I wonder how he'll react when he realizes most of his materials—and Kabuto—are gone."
Obito waved a hand dismissively.
"He's nearing his limit anyway. His recent improvements have slowed."
"Raikage and Tsuchikage are already getting impatient… they want to test me."
Black Zetsu chuckled silently.
"Then let him revive Madara today."
"It's time for Madara-sama to return to this world."
Obito shrugged.
"Fine. Not like I've done nothing—most of the troublesome tailed beasts are already with Uchiha Ning Feng."
Black Zetsu rolled his eyes.
What a convenient excuse.
It wasn't that Obito "let" it happen—
It was that Ning Feng was too strong to take them back from.
Still…
Once Madara returned, reclaiming the tailed beasts would be inevitable.
That man—
The one who once swept across the entire shinobi world—
Aside from Hashirama Senju,
No one could stand against him.
…
"Recall all shinobi on external missions. They are to remain on standby and return to Amegakure immediately."
"The war… is about to begin."
Ning Feng's expression turned sharp as he issued the order.
Kabuto's betrayal had been expected—
But the speed of it still surprised him.
Behind him, Orochimaru stood silently.
"Kabuto… wouldn't have the guts for something like this."
Orochimaru shook his head.
He knew Kabuto well.
Ambitious, yes—
But outright betrayal?
That didn't fit.
"Orochimaru… you still don't understand him."
Ning Feng shrugged.
Even in the original timeline, when Orochimaru resurfaced from the Cursed Seal and saw Kabuto infused with his own cells—
He had been stunned.
Even someone as perceptive as Orochimaru could misjudge people.
"His ambition… is far greater than you think."
…
At that very moment—
After performing hundreds of Edo Tensei experiments using White Zetsu,
Kabuto finally felt confident.
With high-concentration Hashirama cells—
And perfected White Zetsu vessels—
He was ready.
"Summoning Jutsu… Edo Tensei!"
Kabuto slammed both hands onto the ground.
The White Zetsu before him let out a painful howl—
Its body twisting as earth and ash surged over it.
Having been further enhanced with Hashirama cells,
The reincarnation process lasted longer—
But was far more stable.
Slowly—
A figure took shape.
Red plated armor.
Long black hair.
An overwhelming presence.
"…Success."
Kabuto's eyes burned with excitement.
He could feel it—
The power within this body far surpassed anything he had summoned before.
"Finally… the day has come. Seems Nagato has grown quite a bit."
The figure crossed his arms as his form stabilized.
A deep, commanding voice echoed out.
"…Hmm? And you are?"
His eyes flashed red as he noticed Kabuto.
"I… am the caster."
Kabuto bowed respectfully.
"The caster?"
The figure frowned slightly, about to speak further—
When suddenly—
Black Zetsu and Uchiha Obito appeared before him.
"Madara-sama."
"…You two. Explain."
The one resurrected—
Was none other than Uchiha Madara.
And not as an old man—
But in his prime, youthful form.
Black Zetsu stepped forward and briefly explained the situation.
The account was fairly neutral—
Even leaving in Obito's contributions.
As he listened—
Madara's expression grew darker and darker.
When he heard that Ning Feng had used Tengai Shinsei (Heavenly Obstruction Star)—
Madara froze for a moment.
"…Where did he learn that?"
"…No—how does he even dare to use it?"
Madara himself knew that technique well.
Its advantages were obvious—
Massive range.
Catastrophic destructive power.
But its flaw was just as fatal—
It could easily kill the caster along with everything else.
Even Madara—
At his peak—
Wouldn't casually use it.
One mistake—
And even he could be crushed into dust alongside the falling meteor.
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