"I've seen that scene… it was likely weakened quite a bit."
Obito spoke, the Sharingan beneath his mask flickering faintly.
He already had a psychological shadow regarding Uchiha Ning Feng.
But from Black Zetsu's description, he could tell—
That version of Tengai Shinsei still fell far short of Madara's original.
"I understand the general situation now."
Uchiha Madara nodded.
Everything was still within control.
The only real variable…
Was that descendant of his—Uchiha Ning Feng.
As long as the tailed beasts were taken back from him,
The plan would essentially be complete.
"This failure isn't your fault."
From Black Zetsu's account, Madara had grasped Ning Feng's strength.
"A figure like him… in the Warring States era would likely stand alongside Hashirama and me."
Those words made both Black Zetsu and Obito's hearts jolt.
Madara's evaluation…
Was that high?!
On par with him and Hashirama Senju?!
"However… this reincarnation is quite satisfactory."
Madara's lips curled slightly.
He could feel the surging power of Hashirama's cells within his body.
Back then, just a small transplant had awakened his Rinnegan.
Now—
With White Zetsu bodies made entirely of Hashirama cells,
Plus the additional high-density infusion—
His control over Wood Release had reached an entirely new level.
"Yakushi Kabuto, was it? You've done well."
Hearing praise from a legendary figure, Kabuto quickly bowed.
"I'm honored as long as it meets your expectations."
"Good. Then prepare to start the war."
Madara stretched his limbs, voice carrying a hint of nostalgia.
In the next instant—
He vanished, appearing at the entrance.
"Understood!"
The three followed immediately.
…
"Is he coming or not?"
At the agreed meeting point on the border of three nations,
Ōnoki looked at the still-empty seat with impatience.
"Hmph. I told you—he's just a fraud living off a name."
"A man like Uchiha Madara is long dead."
The Fourth Raikage, A, snorted dismissively.
To him, the masked man was nothing more than someone borrowing Madara's name.
"Ōnoki… and the new Raikage…"
Before they could continue—
A deep, powerful voice came from outside.
Ōnoki's face instantly turned pale.
A frowned slightly.
That voice…
It really was—
Uchiha Madara.
Cold sweat dripped down Ōnoki's forehead.
After decades—
He never imagined hearing that voice again.
Then—
A familiar, imposing figure stepped inside.
"Looks like you've grown a bit, kid."
It was none other than Uchiha Madara, revived through Edo Tensei.
He still wore his red lamellar armor from the Warring States era,
With faint cracks across his face—proof of his reincarnated state.
Kabuto had not restricted his consciousness at all.
No one dared.
"You… didn't you say your strength had declined?"
As Madara entered, the entire room seemed to shrink.
Even Ōnoki, seasoned by countless battles, instinctively stepped back.
Madara glanced casually at A and took his seat.
"My strength… is something you think you can measure?"
Ōnoki's heart trembled.
That pressure—
That overwhelming presence—
There was no doubt.
This was truly Uchiha Madara.
And his strength…
Had barely diminished.
"Do you still intend to compete for the position of supreme commander?"
Madara brushed dust off his armor, speaking indifferently.
Ōnoki shook his head immediately.
Was he insane?
If this was truly Madara—
He wouldn't dare challenge him even with a hundred lives.
A also withdrew his earlier contempt, his expression turning serious.
"You're the new Raikage. Perhaps you've never heard my name."
Madara's gaze shifted toward him, filled with disdain.
"If you want to fight… I'll indulge you."
"Stop bluffing!"
A had intended to observe further—
But Madara's tone, as if he had already been dismissed—
Ignited his fury.
Lightning Release Chakra Mode erupted instantly!
"Oh? Lightning Armor… improved compared to your predecessors."
Madara nodded slightly, even offering rare praise.
"At this level, you're worthy of being a Kage. Go on."
His tone remained utterly calm.
"Lariat!"
A roared.
Lightning chakra surged violently as he transformed into a streak of light—
Charging straight at Madara!
The chakra concentrated in his hand—
Enough to force even Kage-level opponents to retreat.
Madara smiled coldly.
Inexperienced.
He didn't even need the Sharingan.
Relying purely on battle instincts—
At the last moment, just as A's strike neared his face—
Madara tilted his head,
And placed a hand against A's abdomen.
Such speed was impressive—
But the movement was too large.
Too easy to counter.
With a simple kick—
Madara sent A flying.
"Ugh…"
A landed, disbelief filling his eyes.
His sudden assault…
Had been dismantled so effortlessly?
Whoosh!
Madara vanished—
Reappearing instantly in front of him.
"Pfft!"
A's eyes widened.
Madara's fist struck precisely where he was retreating—
As if predicting his movement.
A terrifying force exploded through his body—
Blood burst from his mouth.
"Ōnoki, want to join in?"
Madara waved casually.
"N-no need…"
Ōnoki wiped cold sweat, forcing a smile.
Madara turned back to A.
"Still want to continue?"
A spat, expression dark.
"No need. You take the commander position."
Madara shook his head slightly and returned to his seat.
"Then… tomorrow, we declare war on Amegakure."
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