Chapter 149 - 150
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Chapter 149: I suggest blowing up Konoha directly
... @ Magnifying Glass Inventor: Friends, someone on the forum found out who this captain is!
[Image], [Image]
He's on the Jonin list that flashed by in episode 34!!
Shimura Rō!
His surname is Shimura!!!
Danzo Shimura, I *!!!
Comment 1: I knew it was this * thing causing trouble! Ahhhhh I'm going to kill him!!
Comment 2: Help, did this guy wake up? Is he like a cockroach? How can he be so tenacious!
Comment 3: The moment I saw the image, my brain buzzed as if blood had rushed to my head...
Comment 4: I can attest, I showed this picture to a friend, and his face turned completely red within three seconds. [Image]
Comment 56: Latest news, Danzo Shimura has topped the list of most hated anime characters! Naraku's fans are even paying to vote for him... (laughing and crying.jpg)
Comment 74: The very latest news! Some big shots collaborated and spent three days animating Naraku's counter-kill of Danzo Shimura! Everyone go watch it! [Link]
... @ Drawing a Knife to Drown Sorrows, But Sorrows Flow On: I hope everyone doesn't curse Danzo, after all, everything he did was for Konoha... So I suggest we just blow up Konoha!
Comment 1: When Hashirama established Konoha, did he ever think that in just a few decades, the entire great tree would rot?
Comment 2: If he knew all this, he would definitely kill Danzo. Do you think Hashirama is some kind of a saint?
Comment 23: Heavens, are there any good people left in Konoha's higher-ups TAT...
Comment 24: I'd rather Sakumo had led the Uchiha to start anew back then. How can a Ninja Village thrive with such a group of insects!
... @ Yan Ruheyi: Naraku's fan-made reaction compilation of streamers breaking down, [Link]. This playlist is getting more and more videos, all thanks to The Old Thief, good, good, hahahahahaha (maniacal laughter.jpg)
Comment 1: I don't dare to watch it at all. Every video makes me cry with the streamer again. My eyes are almost blind.
Comment 2: It'll be fine once you're numb to crying.
Comment 3: I can't sleep every night, and I shed tears whenever I think of Susanoo's roar...
@ Cherry Anko: Sign-up for the team to assassinate The Old Thief → (Likes: 44,000)
Comment 1: I'll go scout ahead first!
Comment 2: The forum's rich kid is still offering a reward! He's increased it to 100,000!
Comment 3: Does no one really know where The Old Thief lives? I'm quite short on money lately (´•ω•̥`)
Comment 4: +1
Comment 10: +10089
Many other comments made Naraku dizzy, but there wasn't much time left. He couldn't read them all one by one, so he opened the last episode, deciding to pretend to sleep after finishing it.
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The setting sun was like blood.
A pair of muddy, worn-out shoes stepped through Konoha's main gate.
The camera panned up, and the person gradually appeared in full view.
It was Might Duy.
However, his jumpsuit was tattered and covered in mud and dust, and he gazed with tired eyes towards the end of the road.
There stood the majestic Hokage Building, silently watched by the three Hokage Rock sculptures not far away, bathed in the orange-red glow of the evening sunset.
The last glimpse he had of Naraku flashed before his eyes again.
That corner of his clothing... stained with blood... The captain, who had survived the collapse, had already handed over the mission objective to the Yumoku Clan and returned to the village with Zuotang.
Only he stubbornly stayed there, searching for two days and two nights.
Even though he searched tirelessly, he only found the forehead protector, full of scars and blood, on a sharp rock at the bottom of the cliff.
-- Naraku...
-- If only... He involuntarily clutched the forehead protector, gritting his teeth and trying to calm himself down, continuing towards the Hokage Building.
[Uncle Dai did his best...]
[Is Naraku completely gone?]
[He's definitely not dead. As long as there's no body, he's still alive, wuwuwuwu]
[Uncle Dai will never forget that look... a nightmare]
[Just a little bit, just a little bit! Ahhhhh!]
[Jiraiya's words are still gaining weight]
The camera moved to the Hokage Office. Might Duy stood with his head bowed in front of the desk, and Hiruzen Sarutobi sat in his chair, puffing on his pipe.
"Is that truly the case?"
"Yes, Hokage-sama," Might Duy tried to answer as smoothly as possible, but the painful emotions made him pause several times, "Uchi... Uchiha Naraku, he was... severely wounded and fell off a cliff during a battle with the enemy... his body was never found."
"Alright, I will arrange the rest of the matters."
Hiruzen Sarutobi's tone was sorrowful, whether genuine or feigned: "Losing such an excellent junior is something no Konoha person wishes to see."
"But as Ninja, we all anticipate that this day will come. Uchiha Naraku, he must have been prepared for it in his heart as well."
"Don't be too sad, Dai. Go back and rest for a few days. You've worked hard this time."
Might Duy bowed slightly and turned to leave the office.
[Uncle really said it while enduring his heartache]
[If Hiruzen Sarutobi can't see anything fishy, I'll shave my head while standing on my head!]
[But according to Hiruzen's personality, since things are already like this, he won't deal with Danzo]
[I really want to drag Tobirama from the Second Ninja World War to see, this is the Hokage you chose!]
[Hashirama, please open your eyes and see what Konoha has become!]
As he reached the first-floor lobby, he bumped into a red-haired girl who seemed to have been waiting there for a long time, just to meet him.
"Are you Senior Dai?" The girl quickly stepped forward, her voice urgent. "Senior, why didn't Naraku come back? I heard he went on a mission with you before..."
-- It's Naraku's friend... Might Duy's heart ached. He pulled out the carefully preserved keepsake from his bag and silently held it out.
The girl noticed his movement and instinctively lowered her head, seeing the forehead protector in his hand.
She froze in place, then suddenly gasped a few times as if struggling to breathe, looking up at Might Duy with an incredulous gaze, praying that his next words wouldn't be what she feared.
Might Duy's hoarse voice clearly contained a sob, and his other large hand rose to cover the upper half of his face.
"I'm sorry... I only found this."
[Ahhhhhh Kana has been following Naraku's news... o(╥﹏╥)o]
[Knowing Naraku is gone, how sad Kana must be!]
[The young man who cared for her and saved her from the abyss is gone forever.]
[Uncle cried, and I cried too, wuwuwuwu...]
[I can't hold it in anymore, wuwuwuwu]
Kana numbly reached out and took it. The moment its weight fell into her palm, she almost couldn't hold it, hurriedly using some strength to prevent it from slipping from her hand.
The damaged edge of the forehead protector was unusually sharp, cutting her fingertip and drawing a few drops of blood. It stained the cold metal, flowing into the grooves of the Konoha symbol, gradually soaking it a dark red.
[For Kana, the light that illuminated her darkness has vanished.]
[She didn't even get to see Naraku one last time before he left, neither Kana nor Kakashi.]
[It makes me so incredibly sad...]
[I cried for a week, now it's another week.]
[Konoha, watered by blood, how ironic.]
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Chapter 150 Every day, I am really worried
Night fell, and a mournful melody wrapped around Kana as she walked numbly, step by step, through the streets.
She held her forehead protector to her chest with both hands, but the cold, hard metal offered no comfort; instead, it made her realize the truth more clearly—this fragment was all that Naraku had left behind in this world.
There were no cries in the scene, or rather, she was using all her strength just to maintain consciousness at this moment, too exhausted to cry.
[How long must this journey be?]
[It's too real; people don't immediately cry when something sudden happens.]
[Does Kana now hallucinate herself, just like before, clinging to Naraku's thin but resilient back?]
[Friend, are you going to kill me?]
Meanwhile, Uchiha Fugaku, the Uchiha Clan Head and The Police Force captain, had already received the notification of Naraku's death from the Hokage Building; he stood at his doorstep for a long time, clutching the paper.
Several scenes flashed back in the picture: long silences after two late-night talks, arguing with every elder at the clan meeting, receipts for Hospital payments, a helpless yet relieved sigh after his wife threw out his luggage, and the cold expression at dinner that occasionally revealed a hint of care… Uchiha Fugaku had always thought highly of Naraku, everything about him—his talent, intelligence, and loyalty to the clan—he held infinite hopes for him.
Later, this hope gradually evolved into the care of an elder for a junior.
Even when he learned that Naraku had the bloodline limit sickness, he never thought of abandoning treatment; instead, he continuously provided medical expenses using clan funds.
If he hadn't cared for Naraku and held expectations for his future recovery, how could a dignified Clan Head be so easily packed up and thrown out of his home by his wife?
Moreover, during the period after he was allowed to return home, the three of them were harmonious and truly felt like a complete family.
[Marararara, Mikoto is still pregnant; this is truly terrible news.]
[They should keep it a secret for now, right?]
[So Fugaku really did a lot; I'm crying.]
[The ancestral reserved personality; it seems every Uchiha has a bit of it.]
[Fugaku really liked Naraku, didn't he? As an elder.]
[When he called off The Police Force's pursuit, it was also out of necessity.]
[Perhaps Fugaku couldn't withstand the pressure from Konoha's higher-ups, but he was very good to Naraku; that's undeniable.]
[Indeed.]
Fugaku took a deep breath, folded the paper, tucked it into his embrace, and turned to walk quickly back to the Uchiha Police Force building.
"Send Fūyō and Entō to my office."
No one nearby responded, and his figure gradually receded, but the audience knew this order would soon reach the two of them.
[Man up, Fugaku!]
[Fugaku, how did you suddenly become so much more handsome!]
[Even if Fugaku's intuition was bad, he'd at least sense something was wrong, right?]
[Danzo really treats people like fools.]
[Danzo doesn't treat people like fools; he's completely fearless, treating the Uchiha like clay figures to mold!]
[The Uchiha must find out the truth! They must have revenge!]
[No matter what the Uchiha do, we Naraku fans will definitely support them!]
Urgent, continuous, yet light footsteps entered the genkan, echoing all the way to the living room and storage room.
There were also hushed whispers from a man and woman, deliberately lowered as if afraid of disturbing someone.
The camera showed the man's full face, and the audience recognized him as Uchiha Shisui's father, Uchiha Entō.
He had just returned home from The Police Force building, and despite it being late at night, he immediately began to pack his gear, setting off that very night to complete the task assigned by the Clan Head.
His wife, Uchiha Shiun, was also awake, following him and helping, softly asking what had happened that couldn't wait until after midnight.
Entō's movements stiffened for a moment; he frowned and pondered for a few seconds before finally revealing everything to his wife.
"…But no body was found."
"So the Clan Head ordered Fūyō and me to search that location; we might find some clues."
"Moreover, as fellow Uchiha, we can see more clearly what exactly happened there."
[Shisui's father seems reliable.]
[You must find out the truth and let Naraku rest in peace, ahhh!]
[And Fūyō, too! We're counting on you guys, boohoohoohoo!]
[Fūyō, do you know? Naraku truly didn't give up on himself, but he was abandoned by Konoha.]
[I keep saying not to hide killer moves in the comments; I'll just die on my own.]
Letting Shiun help tie his wristbands tightly, Entō leaned his head closer while his wife was busy, carefully telling her,
"Keep a close eye on Shisui these next two days. That kid is always saying 'Naraku-senpai, Naraku-senpai'; I'm afraid he won't be able to handle it."
"Mhm, okay, I understand."
Shiun's expression had been sorrowful since he began speaking, and now her eyes were filled with tears.
"That child isn't even ten yet… I saw him from afar once; he really was a very good child."
"Sigh…" Entō also looked pained. "We'll get everything sorted out."
[Mom is so gentle, caring so much even after only meeting him once.]
[Naraku's mother must have loved him very much too.]
[Now Naraku and his mother are reunited; they must have endless things to talk about.]
[Boohoohoohoohoohoo o(╥﹏╥)o]
Shiun wanted to say something more, but just as she was about to speak, a familiar Chakra fluctuation came from behind her.
Both husband and wife were Uchiha, and they were all too familiar with this type of fluctuation.
It was the spiritual tremor that only occurred when an Uchiha Clan member awakened their Sharingan.
"Shisui?!"
Entō quickly turned and pulled the door wide open, indeed finding his son behind it.
Tears streamed down his small face, and his normally lively and expressive eyes were now blood-red.
[Something's happening!!]
[It's over—]
[Holy crap!!! Holy crap!!!]
[Shisui awakened his Sharingan!!]
[Awakening his Sharingan from the news of his idol's death will be a lifelong pain for Shisui.]
[Help me, I'm really going crazy.]
[Why are all the Uchiha so miserable, ahhh!]
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Now Naraku understood why the animator gave Shisui two full episodes from his perspective; it was probably seeing this point that they decided to release Shisui and his interactions first.
This way, they could capitalize on his death and then naturally introduce a new genius Uchiha.
—Awakening his Sharingan at such a young age, Shisui wouldn't also get the bloodline limit sickness, would he?
Naraku called the system, asking it to add another item to his memo, "Things to Do When Returning to Konoha": "Check Uchiha Shisui's body to prevent bloodline limit sickness."
Every day, it was truly a lot to worry about.
Sigh…Chapter 151 - 152
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Chapter 151 Sin, sin... will you dare to do it next time?
Just as Shisui was hugged by his parents and softly comforted, the last episode ended.
"It seems Kakashi still doesn't know I'm dead yet?"
Naraku closed the website and opened the forum, ready to observe how badly his fans had been tormented.
The fanfiction section was, as expected, a chaotic mix of various kakashi fanfics, both angsty and sweet, alongside numerous otome and dream girl stories. Hand-drawn animations and mixed edits were sprouting up like spring weeds.
It seemed only by furiously producing content could the fans quell the pain in their hearts.
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"Love Unto Death (Kakashi x Naraku)"
"Lie to me (Naraku x Kakashi)"
"Clear Winter Wind, Full Moon (Fūyō x Naraku)"...
"Remember to Smile When Dawn Breaks (Hatake Household Grand Reunion) [Hand-drawn Animation]"
"[Naraku Otome] When He Feels He's Not Good Enough For You"
"Operation Save Uchiha Naraku [Naraku Otome]"...
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There was simply too much; he probably couldn't finish it even if he watched for three days and three nights.
Naraku viewed his popularity points gains with great optimism.
"But, it feels like they're offering me sacrifices, doesn't it?"
He almost laughed at his own dark joke, quickly pressing his lips together.
He then scrolled through these posts, clicked on a few interesting ones, read them, and exited, feeling satisfied.
He then turned his attention to the plot discussion section.
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"All the candy is mixed with glass shards; I can't be the only one crying!"
1L (OP): "uchiha three brothers" seemed like a joyful and relaxed episode, but the knives were far more than just that last minute at the end!
Ah ah ah ah ah ah (wailing.jpg)!
Since I saw it, I must generously share this "delicacy" with everyone!
When Shisui saw Naraku coming up from the grassy slope, it was downstream from where the necklace fell into the river. And when Naraku first came up, his sleeves and trouser legs were rolled up [Image].
It's highly likely he went into the river in the middle of a late autumn night to retrieve the necklace that Kakashi had personally thrown away (T⌓T)... That's river water that will soon be freezing cold and bone-chilling... A monumental knife, boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo... Also, even Obito, with his thick skin, could tell that Naraku wanted to stir up trouble then, and his subconscious choice was to imitate Kakashi [Image].
They influenced each other so deeply that they both carried each other's shadows.
But later, when Obito said Naraku had learned bad habits from Kakashi, he briefly—almost for 0.1 seconds—paused, his expression subtly changing before quickly returning to normal [Image].
Boo hoo hoo hoo, Baby Naraku is truly deeply hurt; he even reacts to hearing Kakashi's name... This knife truly kills... Who would have thought that not long ago they were close friends who understood each other, but now things have changed, and they've gone their separate ways.
Before they could even reconcile, Naraku left first.
Every time I recall these memories, I'm so sad I can't eat, boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo... 2L: OP's first knife completely stunned me... Even after all that, Naraku still went to look for the necklace... I can just imagine him crying while searching.
3L: There's another point. Naraku carrying Shisui to save Obito, how similar it was to when he saved Sakumo. What must he have been thinking on the way?
He must have recalled that night, Sakumo's blood slowly growing cold, the weight that almost crushed him, and the seemingly endless path ahead.
4L: Reply to 3L: I'm going to fight you guys who dig up knives to eat yourselves!
5L: Kakashi and Naraku are two characters where The Old Thief's knife-wielding skills reached their peak.
6L: Similar to Hashirama and Madara, they also had different ideals, physically fought each other, and then died one after the other.
7L (OP): Reply to 6L: I feel kakashi is even better. Kakashi's words were pure psychological torture for Naraku.
In the last minute of those two "uchiha three brothers" episodes, Naraku's state was that of someone whose heart had shattered, then he forcibly pieced himself back together to pretend to live a normal life.
8L: Reply to 6L: It's truly killing the heart, stabbing where it hurts the most. When I saw that part, I was stunned. How could Kakashi choose to hurt Naraku by exposing his old wounds? His character was so OOC his own father wouldn't recognize him.
9L: Actually, Naraku's condition in that last segment was already very dangerous. I study psychology...
"I hereby declare, if Kakashi isn't affected, I'll buy an inverted hair washer and wash my hair upside down!"
1L (OP): These are irrefutable proofs, my friends! [Image], [Image], [Image].
Hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, memory blur—these are all signs of mental interference.
Also, that sound of ice crystals cracking is a very common sound effect technique in animation, representing breaking through delusions, shattering Barriers/Seals, and soul liberation.
From the looks of it, Kakashi is about to return to normal.
2L: I was there, I testify that what the OP said is true, I am that fallen leaf.
3L: Agreed. A very reasonable deduction.
4L: Reply to 3L: Brother Thirteen? If you say so, then I'll tentatively believe the OP this once.
5L: Why couldn't it be that Kakashi is on the verge of a mental breakdown due to excessive guilt, self-blame, and overthinking? Couldn't the shattering sound also be seen as a precursor to collapse?
6L (OP): Reply to 5L: I think that's unlikely, because Kakashi is normal and logical at other times, except when dealing with Naraku. If he were truly having a mental breakdown, it would manifest in other situations too.
7L: Reply to 5L: I also think what you said is unlikely. From the perspective of story development and character growth, the probability of Kakashi breaking down is very small. The Old Thief spent a lot of effort to construct a qualified male lead; why would he just let him be ruined like that...
"I'm that Naraku fan from last time who got respiratory alkalosis. I declare that The Old Thief and I are sworn enemies for life!"
1L (OP): I don't care about being embarrassed or anything; I just want to ask why a creator would hate his own character so much, tormenting him 360° from body to mind?
He made him lose his mother at birth, suffer paternal abuse, and just when he finally survived to six or seven years old and was taken in by the Hatake Father and Son, now he's taken away both his master and his close friend!
And the methods used were one to kill the body, and the other to kill the heart!
A character treated so cruelly by a creator must be truly rare, wouldn't you say?
2L: naraku fans are really too miserable.
3L: It's the kind of pain that still hurts even when you remember it ten years later.
4L: So, OP, did you go to the Hospital this time?
5L (OP): Reply to 4L: I was on an IV drip for two days [Image].
6L: Good heavens, that's quite a temper.
7L: Reply to 6L: She's still alright. Many of those reaction streamers who like Uchiha Naraku were so angry they cried buckets, constantly taking blood pressure medicine. There was even a girl who broke a folding chair.
...——
Naraku: My sin, my sin... Oh, what a mess I've made.
He was just thinking about perhaps giving the fans a break and trying a different acting style later, but then he glanced at his popularity points—nearly 200,000, and still rapidly rising.
Naraku: I was wrong, but I'll do it again next time.jpg
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Chapter 152 I Will Kill Him
Time was almost up, and Naraku closed his eyes, entering a light sleep.
After a long while, the strange mass of Chakra within his perception range slowly approached, stopping about a meter behind him. Immediately, a peculiar fluctuation emanated from that spot.
Naraku relaxed his mind, allowing the genjutsu's Chakra to invade his brain.
Seeing that he was completely trapped in the genjutsu, Black Zetsu retracted his Sharingan and looked back, meeting Uchiha Madara's gaze, who had been disturbed by the Chakra fluctuation.
Madara returned a look that said, "I understand."
He had always trusted Black Zetsu's plans, as it was a product separated from his own consciousness and had rarely made mistakes from then until now.
This genjutsu was certainly not the Infinite Tsukuyomi, but it produced a similar effect. It could draw out the deepest desires in a person's heart, allowing the target to experience a brief, almost real, beautiful dream.
How could Uchiha Naraku, who had lost everything, resist such a sweet temptation?
As Black Zetsu's intended prey, Naraku, just as Black Zetsu had thought, was deeply immersed, seemingly wandering in the dream world, showing no suspicion about his surroundings.
Besides him, with his System, being able to deceive the heavens to a certain extent, the animator, who could see everything that had happened in this world, would surely also be able to observe his entire experience within the genjutsu.
Therefore, he still couldn't show any flaws.
Naraku bent down and plucked a wild flower from the roadside, holding it up to the sunlight. Its pure white petals and pale yellow pistil complemented each other perfectly. The intricate patterns and veins of its stem and leaves were incredibly delicate and clear, lifelike.
He was so engrossed that he didn't notice the person beside him had walked a few steps away, then turned back to stand in front of him, reaching out to take the small flower from his hand.
"Kakashi."
With the item taken, Naraku looked at the dream illusion in front of him, a slightly bewildered smile on his face.
Kakashi twirled the flower stem, and the round blossom tumbled and spun along with it.
"I never saw you interested in these flowers and plants before."
His tone seemed indifferent, yet the pressure in his hand was just right, not harming the delicate stem in the slightest.
"If you don't hurry, it'll be too late."
"I know."
Naraku placed the small flower into the basket he was carrying, which also held many fresh vegetables and fruits, seemingly for making dinner at home.
The two returned to the Hatake residence, prepared ingredients, and cooked, busy for an hour or two.
In a blink of an eye, night fell, and the lights of the house came on, welcoming the father who was rushing home.
"I'm home!"
Sakumo, covered in dust from his journey, rushed home. The moment he entered, he smelled the aroma of food, took a deep breath, paused for several seconds, and then exhaled.
Dispelling his fatigue with a sense of happiness, he drew a Chakra long sword from behind him, its sheath and hilt pure white with scattered gold accents, and handed it to Naraku.
Sakumo casually ruffled his apprentice's little head: "Happy birthday!"
"Thank you, Master."
Naraku took the ninja sword with both hands, his eyes filled with surprise and emotion, followed by a hint of unease: "It must be expensive... this..."
"Don't want it?" Kakashi opened his characteristic Byakugan, extended his hand towards Naraku, and said in a joking tone, "Then give it to me."
Naraku subconsciously tightened his grip on the sheath, his expression hesitant for a few seconds. Just as he was about to reluctantly hand the sword to Kakashi, the latter gave him a hard rap on the head.
"Idiot!"
"S-Sorry..."
Naraku, with a large bump on his forehead, looked at Kakashi pitifully, which made the latter's heart soften and ache. He rubbed Naraku's face vigorously with both hands.
"Just use what Father gave you properly; don't think about unnecessary things."
"Mmm mmm... I know..."
Sakumo, who had entered the kitchen at some point, poked his head out: "The soup is ready, oh."
"Time to eat, time to eat." Kakashi released Naraku's already reddened cheeks, clasped his hands behind his head, and urged him to hurry: "The bowls and chopsticks aren't set yet."
Naraku stood still, holding the sword, watching Kakashi and Sakumo busy at the stove. The father and son occasionally bickered.
-- How wonderful, just like before.
He smiled nostalgically, placed the long sword on the rack, and turned to enter the kitchen to help.
-- Let's finish this dream first.
"I'm here to help!"
... The night passed, and Naraku slept soundly, with no sign of struggling to wake up.
Black Zetsu became even more convinced that this boy was inseparable from the dream world, perhaps currently immersed in it, utterly enchanted.
It was time to make him realize the cruelty of reality.
Grinning and sneering twice, Black Zetsu was about to release the genjutsu, allowing Naraku to break free from that illusion and return to the real world.
Just then, Naraku woke up on his own, sat up in bed, stared straight at it, and then showed an incredibly natural smile.
Black Zetsu had been hairless since birth, but at that moment, it felt its nonexistent hairs stand on end.
Something was wrong; Uchiha Naraku looked very wrong.
"Y-You're awake?"
Black Zetsu quickly adjusted its mindset and began to introduce its identity: "I am Black Zetsu, an consciousness separated from Lord Madara. If you have anything to say, you can tell me."
"Then please wake him up."
Naraku got out of bed barefoot, smiling with a gentle and kind expression, just like his former self who had everything not long ago.
"I am very interested in that 'real world' he told me about."
Madara had already woken from his slumber. Hearing this, he opened his eyes and stared at Naraku, asking in a deep voice, "Have you come to your senses?"
"Of course," Naraku took a few steps forward, his movements and habits no different from the previous night. The only difference was that he could smile again. "In this hellish world, no one can find happiness. Therefore, letting 'reality' descend is the only way to save everyone."
His enacted smile was extremely sincere, but in the deepest part of his eyes, a hysterical cold light flickered. Madness and obsession quietly lurked there, waiting for the moment to break free from their chains.
"Hmph," Madara scoffed, his old, withered body erupting with astonishing momentum, pressing down on Naraku like a collapsing mountain. "Brat, no one can lie in front of me!"
He rebuked, "Who are you!?"
"Grandpa is truly sharp. There's nothing different about me compared to him."
The superficial gentle expression of [Uchiha Naraku] didn't waver. He blinked at Madara: "He's still in that dream; he'll probably sleep for a long time, oh."
Madara was well-experienced, and the current situation couldn't be clearer.
Uchiha Naraku's collapsing mind had been shattered by the impact of the illusion, splitting into another personality.
The sub-personality had seized control of the body while the main personality was still weak.
"Let Naraku come out and talk to me."
"Why?" Hearing this request, a hint of confusion appeared on [Uchiha Naraku]'s face: "Does it matter if it's me or him?"
"Can you maintain control of this body for a long time? I don't need an unstable successor."
"But if I'm here, he can't either. And he hasn't made up his mind to help you yet, Grandpa. Why don't you talk to me first?"
[Uchiha Naraku] knelt beside the chair, looking at him with a face Madara couldn't tear his eyes away from, even his coquettish tone was identical.
"This world is as false as hell; I no longer care about anything."
"So, I prefer that 'real world' you spoke of."
"I will kill him, soon."