Gento's eyes suddenly lit up.
It could actually create a random immortal tool!
He could not wait to click open the description:
[Random Immortal Tool Card]
⟩ A mysterious card carrying the power of creation.
› Upon use, it will randomly generate a one-of-a-kind, immortal-tool-grade ninja tool based on the user's chakra attributes, combat style, and soul traits.
› An immortal tool possesses power that transcends ordinary ninja tools and is soul-bound to the user, making it impossible for others to use or steal.
Gento took a deep breath, holding the card in his hand.
Without any waiting, Gento chose to use it.
He closed his eyes and funneled his chakra into it.
The card transformed into a gold-red light, condensing, expanding, and reshaping in his palm.
The light grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire study as if it were broad daylight.
Gento felt a majestic wave of energy surge from his palm, resonating with the chakra inside his body, as if something were responding to his summons.
The light dissipated.
A black iron staff had appeared in Gento's hand.
The staff was about four feet long, thicker at the top and thinner at the bottom, overall presenting an ancient and heavy texture.
The thickest part at the top was as wide as a bowl, gradually tapering downward until the grip was just a handful.
The entire staff body was glossy black, with golden veins faintly flowing across its surface like blood vessels.
Most eye-catching of all was a black dragon coiled around the staff.
The dragon's body wound and spiraled, extending all the way from the handle to the tip, its head held high, pointing directly toward the top of the staff.
Each dragon scale was distinct, the whiskers elegant, and its eyes bright and spirited, looking just like a living creature.
The entire dragon was seamlessly integrated with the staff; neither carved nor inlaid, but seemingly grown out from the inside of the iron staff.
The staff felt heavy in his hand, but the grip was excellent.
Gento could feel a majestic energy contained within the staff, echoing in response to the chakra inside his body.
He clicked open the item's information:
[Panlong Staff]
⟩ Material: Meteorite essence from beyond the heavens, fused with numerous precious materials such as shards of World Prime Stone; an object not of this realm.
⟩ Trait 1: Energy Devouring
› In battle, the Panlong Staff will gradually absorb the opponent's energy. Whether it is chakra, natural energy, senjutsu chakra, or the high-purity energy of the Otsutsuki clan, it will be absorbed by the staff. The absorbed energy can be used to nourish oneself.
⟩ Trait 2: Unyielding Fortitude
› The material of the Panlong Staff far surpasses any known metal in the shinobi world. Uncut by blades, unmelted by fire, and undamaged by lightning, it is extremely resilient.
⟩ Trait 3: Master Recognition
› The Panlong Staff has been bound to the Host's soul and cannot be used by others.
⟩ Trait 4: Growth and Evolution
› The Panlong Staff can continuously grow and evolve as the Host fights enemies by absorbing their various energies. After evolving, the staff's weight, hardness, and energy absorption efficiency will increase simultaneously.
⟩ Trait 5: Repair
› After taking hits from devastating forces, the Panlong Staff can self-repair by absorbing energy.
Gento gripped the Panlong Staff and swung it lightly.
The staff cut through the air, emitting a low hum that sounded like a dragon's roar.
He injected chakra, and the golden veins on the staff lit up abruptly while the black dragon's eyes shone as if coming to life.
With a shift of his mind, the Panlong Staff vanished instantly, turning into a light that merged into his palm.
With another thought, it materialized out of air once more, held firmly in his grasp.
"What a fine treasure!"
Gento praised from the bottom of his heart.
This immortal tool was formed based on the user's own style.
This left Gento somewhat puzzled.
Why would an immortal tool like this form based on my style?
In the end, Gento stopped questioning it. Whatever the style, as long as it worked well, that was enough.
Now that he had this immortal tool, it was also time for him to perform the Edo Tensei on Madara Uchiha.
Gento fetched a living White Zetsu.
He first transplanted Obito's Sharingan into the White Zetsu's eye socket, then controlled the White Zetsu to activate Kamui.
Space warped, and Gento's figure appeared in the Kamui dimension.
A grey sky, a grey ground, with countless blocks stacked into platforms.
He searched this alternate space for a long time but did not find Madara Uchiha's corpse.
The Kamui dimension held only the weapons, masks, and various items Obito had collected over the years; a coffin was conspicuously absent.
Gento was surprised.
Madara's corpse actually wasn't hidden by Obito in the Kamui dimension?
Where could it be then?
He could only leave the Kamui dimension and go to the cell to find Obito.
Obito was locked up in a dungeon deep within the palace, surrounded by sealing formulas.
The current Obito appeared quite dejected.
He sat leaning in the corner, his hair disheveled and his eyes out of focus.
Gento stood outside the iron bars, looking at the man who had once stirred up the storm of the entire shinobi world.
Today's Obito no longer had his Mangekyo, and his strength could be said to be largely gone.
"Obito, where is Madara Uchiha's corpse?"
Gento went straight to the point.
Obito raised his head, glanced at him, then turned his face away without saying a word.
Gento frowned, his tone turning cold and stern:
"Obito, you don't have to say anything."
"But in that case, I will have no choice but to tell Rin all of the 'good deeds' you've done over the past decade or so."
"Tell me, how do you think Rin will react if she learns about what you've done?"
Hearing this, Obito's body convulsed uncontrollably.
He whipped his head around, his eyes filled with absolute terror and rage:
"You... how dare you!"
"You can test me and find out."
"Rin is currently living in my palace, doing very well."
"She doesn't know what you've become; she still thinks you died at Kannabi Bridge."
"If you want her to know the truth, I can go and tell her right now."
Obito glared deathly at Gento, the fury in his eyes gradually morphing into despair.
He finally lowered his head:
"Don't... I'll tell you!"
Gento nodded with satisfaction and unraveled the seal on him.
Obito then bit his finger, formed a few hand seals, and pressed his hand against the floor.
"Summoning Jutsu!"
Black runes spread across the ground as a massive coffin slowly rose from the floor.
Gento stepped forward and opened the coffin; lying inside was indeed Madara Uchiha.
He wore red Warring States armor, his hands crossed over his abdomen, sleeping peacefully.
After verifying it, Gento stored the coffin into the Yomotsu space.
Then, he formed hand seals again, sealing Obito's chakra once more.
"Behave yourself. As for what comes next, it will depend on your performance."
Gento turned and left the dungeon, leaving Obito leaning alone in the corner with his eyes closed, his thoughts unknown.
He took the coffin and arrived at an uninhabited valley.
The valley was surrounded by barren stone cliffs under a leaden grey sky, completely devoid of people; the perfect place to perform the Edo Tensei on Madara Uchiha.
Gento took Madara Uchiha's corpse out of the Yomotsu space, along with a living White Zetsu to act as a sacrifice.
He took a deep breath and formed hand seals as chakra coursed through his body.
"Boar. Dog. Bird. Monkey. Ram-"
"Edo Tensei!"
Black runes spread from his palm, covering the White Zetsu's entire body.
Countless tiny pieces of paper drifted out of the void, adhering to the White Zetsu layer by layer to form a giant cocoon.
The paper pieces peeled away, and the specks of light dissolved.
A figure materialized in the middle of the clearing.
He was tall, with shoulder-length white hair, clad in red Warring States armor.
Between his brows lay a pride that looked down upon all under heaven, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly upward, as if nothing in the world was worthy of his notice.
It was indeed Madara Uchiha.
Seeing him, even Gento could not help but marvel:
Such a dominating presence!
Madara slowly walked out of the coffin.
He stretched his arms, a faint smile gracing the corners of his lips.
"At last... this day has come!"
Suddenly, he lowered his head, examined his body closely, and a slight frown appeared on his face.
"Huh? Edo Tensei?"
"Why isn't it the Rinne Rebirth Jutsu?"
His voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction.
"Did that brat Obito fail to act according to the plan?"
Right then, Gento stepped forward:
"I am the one who reanimated you."
"Madara Uchiha, welcome back to the shinobi world."
Madara raised his head, his gaze landing on Gento.
His eyes were careless at first, but when his gaze swept across Gento's eyes, he suddenly stopped.
Those eyes...
It was the Rinnegan!
Madara's eyebrows arched slightly, the smile at the corners of his mouth deepening as he spoke with a playful tone:
"Hmm... a junior of the Uchiha has actually awakened the Rinnegan as well?"
"Interesting. What is your name?"
"Gento Uchiha."
"Gento Uchiha..."
Madara repeated the name and nodded.
"Being able to awaken the Rinnegan on your own shows that you are no ordinary person."
"It seems you too have experienced a great deal of pain!"
"Indeed."
As he spoke, his tone suddenly shifted, the smile on his face vanishing as his gaze grew sharp:
"However..."
"Who gave you permission to use a ninjutsu like Edo Tensei on me without my consent?"
"It seems I must teach you a small lesson!"
The moment his voice fell, Madara vanished from his spot.
Gento's pupils contracted sharply.
So fast!
In the next instant, Madara's figure materialized right in front of Gento.
His right fist, wrapped in colossal force, smashed fiercely toward Gento's face!
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