章節 95: Chapter 95
"Sorry, I can't stay in this place forever. I need to find my way out of here and return to Konoha, Kakashi, and Rin."
Within the underground cemetery, Obito had been shocked by the revelation of the old man's true identity as "Uchiha Madara." However, he quickly regained his optimistic character and made a request.
The elderly Madara remained mostly silent, using a sickle as a walking stick and settling back into a deadwood seat. He had a method in mind, one that could be used to turn the kid on their side. The only issue was the lack of necessary conditions to be met at the moment.
"Don't stress over it," Tobi, the White Zetsu standing guard near Obito's bed, reassured him. "There's no escaping this place, and your injuries won't heal fast, but it's nothing to worry about."
The Black Zetsu beside him chimed in, "We won't charge you rent, and with your artificial half-body, you can survive without eating or drinking. Not too bad, right?"
"And you won't need to go to poop either," Tobi added.
Obito couldn't help but burst out, "You two are so annoying! You can't poop but you love to talk about poop!"
He then glanced at the peculiar white half of his body. It was a reminder of how he had nearly died by being crushed by the stone.
"It's even more convenient; you don't even have to pee, right?" Tobi quipped again.
"Stop your nonsense teme!" Obito snapped angrily, and it wasn't like they had those bits. After some hesitation, he flushed and mumbled, "Then, um, do you guys... know a way?"
Tobi was puzzled. "What?"
"Madara ordered us to watch you, but we're not your servants. So, spit it out," Black Zetsu urged.
"The one that can help me recover it," Obito said, still blushing.
"Oh! You want to pee!" Tobi exclaimed.
"Idiot! Don't shout so loudly!" Obito felt both embarrassed and furious. Losing that part was like a catastrophe to him. He hadn't even used it before, but now he was anxious about what Kakashi and the others back in Konoha, especially Rin, would think of him.
Thinking of these questions, he felt utterly mortified.
"Isn't it convenient not to have to pee and poop? Why are you so fixated on it?" Tobi asked, puzzled.
Obito retorted, "It's annoying! Just tell me if there's a solution!"
"Well, Madara-sama has thoroughly studied the First Hokage's cells. He can create various organs and limbs," Black Zetsu suggested. "You should ask him."
"Ask him?" Obito turned to look at the elderly Madara, who was seated on the deadwood chair, and reluctantly nodded in agreement. He thought bitterly, "This is going to be so awkward..."
Obito touched his limp feet, contemplating whether the body constructed from this white would eventually harden.
Madara, who had been alternating between closing and opening his eyes, seemed lost in thought after overhearing the somewhat nonsensical conversation of the three idiots. He pondered if they were hatching some idiotic scheme and wondered why he always seemed to meet so many idiots like Hashirama.
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In the southern region of the Land of Fire, just 200 miles away from Konoha, a military stronghold, Tatsuya received a report.
"Master Tatsuya, the majority of the remaining Mist Shinobi have retreated to the ruins of the Uzumaki. We've apprehended a total of 146 prisoners. Here's the statistical report. We plan to leverage these captives in future negotiations with Mist Shinobi."
When Tatsuya returned with Nohara Rin, the Mist Shinobi, who had lost the Third Mizukage and the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, had been thoroughly routed and had fallen back from the Land of Fire's border.
Nara Shikaku handed Tatsuya a detailed list of statistics.
This victory marked the first major triumph in the Konoha vs. Mist Shinobi conflict that had raged on for over a year, and it was a very important and needed victory that would significantly impact the course of the war.
Kage-level fighters could shift the tide of battle temporarily, but they alone couldn't guarantee a definitive outcome. Only those who surpassed Kage-level, such as the likes of the First Hokage and Uchiha Madara, held that power.
These were lessons instilled in Nara Shikaku by his parents, who had witnessed the end of the Sengoku era.
For a long time, he hadn't fully grasped the concept of a single individual determining the success or failure of an entire war.
Today, Tatsuya demonstrated this decisive influence, making him understand the true meaning of his parents' words.
The multitude of Konoha Shinobi who witnessed this extraordinary feat regarded Tatsuya with shock, awe, and admiration. This wasn't to undermine the significance of political strategies, in which Senju Tobirama and Sarutobi Hiruzen excelled.
However, in a world of shinobi, might is the ultimate authority.
As someone has summarized the nature of war: "War is the continuation of politics." But in this world of Shinobi, the situation was reversed: "Politics is the continuation of war."
Sarutobi Hiruzen couldn't help but bow his head and sigh amid his camp. Despite his reluctance, he had to confront the reality unfolding before him. His era was waning.
Danzo, who harbored ambitions of controlling everything, observed Tatsuya with intense resentment from a corner, standing silently, akin to a cunning mouse.
"Terumi Mei?" Tatsuya's gaze, while skimming the list of prisoners, landed on a particular name.
"Yes, she's quite young, similar in age to Rin and Guy. It appears she possesses more than one bloodline limit," Nara Shikaku explained.
In an era where 11 or 12-year-olds could find themselves on the battlefield, Terumi Mei's being a teenager was not entirely surprising. Her notability stemmed from her formidable strength and her status as a Bloodline limit user.
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