Naruto: Uchiha Youngjo's Konoha Spring

Chapter 307 A Dance Partner for Uchiha Madara
A massive meteorite fell from the sky, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

On the battlefield below, the White Zetsu, who had been "fighting" and having a great time, all felt the terrifying pressure coming from above, a pressure that made their souls tremble! They stopped all their movements in unison, stiffly raised their heads, and looked up at the sky.

The comical expressions that were once uniform on their faces were instantly replaced by extreme terror and bewilderment. A huge shadow quickly enveloped each of them. Before the meteorite even arrived, the terrifying wind pressure had already flattened all the rubble and dust on the ground!
The next second—

BOOM!!!
The meteorite, carrying unparalleled kinetic energy, crashed violently into the earth! A massive mushroom cloud, a mixture of flames, dust, and debris, shot into the sky! The shockwave spread wildly in all directions like a tsunami, even reaching the spot where Madara Uchiha stood in the distance, where a violent tremor was felt!
At the point of impact, the intense heat and shockwave instantly vaporized and annihilated everything within range—be it Zetsu, rock, or anything else! Not even a trace remained!

In just a few breaths, as the smoke and dust dissipated, the once noisy "battlefield" had vanished, leaving only a huge, bottomless, charred meteorite crater, and the jagged, spiderweb-like cracks spreading along its edge.

Faced with this destructive power that resembled a natural disaster, the "war" waged by the White Zetsu just now seemed so laughable and insignificant, like child's play.

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha—!"

Having done all this, as if brushing away a speck of dust, Uchiha Madara threw his head back and burst into an even more unrestrained and exhilarating laugh! The laughter echoed in the empty and deathly silent Kamui space, filled with an endless sense of power and absolute confidence in his own strength!
The first step of his resurrection has already been taken. And clearing out these useless minions is merely a trivial prelude to his announcement of his return to the ninja world.

After Madara Uchiha left, Touko Uchiha's true form silently stepped out of the entrance to the Kamui dimension. He glanced at the huge crater and the cracks spreading around it, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Almost at the moment he appeared, the soil on the open ground not far in front of him churned, and like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, one after another, pure white figures emerged. Leading the way was Tobi, who had just perfectly played the role of "Black Zetsu" in front of Uchiha Madara, and behind him was a dense and astonishing army of White Zetsu—the actors who had just "sacrificed themselves" under the Heavenly Meteor.

They quickly lined up, their movements perfectly synchronized. Although their appearance was comical, they exuded an eerie sense of discipline.

"Salute to Lord Dou Guang!" A Fei stepped forward, his voice booming, and suddenly stood at attention.

"Loyalty! Sincerity!" Behind him, thousands of White Zetsu stomped their feet, puffed out their chests, and raised their heads at the same time, letting out a deafening roar. Thousands of eyes focused on Uchiha Touko.

The scene was absurd, yet it carried a chilling sense of ritual.

It has to be said that even Konoha's regular army would have difficulty maintaining such discipline when inspected by him. After all, Konoha's army had only recently transitioned from mercenary professions like ninjas and hadn't yet developed certain habits.

Uchiha Touko nodded in satisfaction, smiled slightly, and slowly raised his arm to return the greeting.

"Loyalty! Sincerity!" His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every White Zetsu.

After the ceremony, he lowered his arms, smiled approvingly, and gently clapped his hands, one clap at a time.

"Everyone has worked hard!" His gaze swept over the special "army" in front of him, his tone gentle yet full of strength. "This opening performance has far exceeded expectations."

"To serve Lord Dou Guang!" A Fei shouted again at the top of his lungs, and the White Zetsu behind him shouted along with him, the sound waves rolling, which seemed particularly abrupt and passionate in this dead silence.

“Well done!” Uchiha Touko laughed, his smile deepening. “Our target, that proud ancestor, is now convinced of everything he has seen. He has been resurrected, regained his power, and is eager to personally step in and clear away the last insignificant obstacle for our ‘Eye of the Moon Plan’.”

He paused, then raised his voice slightly: "But this is just the beginning! We need to keep going and execute each step perfectly until we finally achieve our common goal and complete that great project that will bring lasting peace to the whole world—the Eye of the Moon Project!"

"Yes!!" Thousands of White Zetsu shouted in unison again, their emotions running high.

However, after the enthusiastic atmosphere cooled down slightly, Tobi stepped forward and stood in front of Uchiha Touko, his face showing just the right amount of worry.

"However, Lord Douguang," he lowered his voice, his tone becoming more pragmatic, "there is still a rather thorny problem. Although our White Zetsu brothers are numerous, their Transformation Simulation Technique can fool most people. They can easily simulate ordinary Chunin, Jonin, or even elite Jonin."

However… the level of powerhouses like the 'Kage' from each village, their unique fighting styles, secret techniques, and the sheer pressure and combat awareness they possess are truly difficult for us to perfectly imitate. Constantly using weaklings to wear them down, or resorting to dubious 'powerhouses,' might lead Madara Uchiha to realize something is amiss at some point…”

This is a real flaw in the plan; the White Zetsu's advantage lies in their numbers and disguises, not in the quality of their top-tier combat power.

"Hehe, this..." Upon hearing this, Uchiha Touko's face did not show any difficulty. Instead, he laughed and said, "It's not a big problem. Ancestor Madara has been dormant for so long. He has finally regained his peak power, even surpassing his former self. He is currently very excited and eager for a truly exhilarating battle to dance with. As his successor, how can I not arrange some... truly suitable dance partners for him to enjoy himself to the fullest?"

As he spoke, Uchiha Touko raised his hand and waved it in the air. With a few soft "thump thump thump" sounds, several huge sealing scrolls were unfurled. Then, under the curious gazes of the White Zetsu, ancient and eerie coffins, accompanied by heavy thuds, were neatly arranged in front of the White Army!

The coffin was entirely dark in color, with intricate runes carved on it, exuding an ominous and cold aura that clashed with the lively (or rather, noisy) atmosphere of the White Zetsu.

“Since my ancestor wishes to dance,” Uchiha Touko chuckled, his gaze sweeping over the row of coffins before finally settling on the White Zetsu, whose faces were filled with astonishment that gradually turned to excitement, “then, is there a more suitable dance partner than those who once dominated the ninja world and stood at the pinnacle of their respective villages—the successive generations of ‘Kage’?”

He paused, as if announcing some incredibly good news, his tone even carrying a hint of seduction:
"So, now the question is—who wants to be the sacrifice for this Edo Tensei that summons the Kage of the past to briefly reappear in the world?"

silence.

After a brief silence came a frenzied response, like a volcanic eruption!
"Me, me, me! Choose me, choose me!"

"Lord Dou Guang, look at me! I'm the best actor! My death will definitely be the most realistic!"

"Bullshit! Last time I was the one who looked more like a Cloud Village Jonin! This time it's my turn!"

"What are you saying? Last time you were halfway through an act, you went off to figure out how to poop! I'd rather do it!" "Get out of the way! I've been studying the Third Tsuchikage for three days and three nights for this moment! I even know his Dust Release hand seals!"

The White Zetsu instantly descended into a frenzied scramble, and the scene became extremely chaotic. They jostled and pushed forward, waving their arms, even shoving and pulling at each other. Some even began using simple Wood Release techniques to attack each other, trying to force their rivals back into the ground.

To the uninformed, this scene would make them seem as if they were vying not for the chance to become a sacrifice, but for some once-in-a-lifetime prize or a precious spot to perform on stage.

Uchiha Touko stood aside, watching the chaotic scene with a smile, but did not immediately stop it. He had long since figured out the peculiar personalities of these White Zetsu.

As products of the ancient Infinite Tsukuyomi, transformed from the power of the Divine Tree, they do not fundamentally possess the concept of "life is only once" found in ordinary beings. Death is more like a long cooldown period for them, after which they can be reborn under the power of the Divine Tree.

Therefore, for these extremely bored White Zetsu, whose primary task is to find amusement, the temptation to participate in such a grand and interesting script, where they can "play" an important role or even be a sacrifice, is immense.

In their eyes, the row of coffins that Uchiha Touko laid out were not terrifying things leading to death, but rather a precious opportunity for each unknown "extras" to leap into special actors with important "lines" and "scenes"! Apart from Tobi, who had become the leader of the White Zetsu, none of these White Zetsu, who loved to add scenes for themselves and pursue a sense of presence and fun, were willing to let go of this opportunity to "become famous".

Seeing that thousands of White Zetsu were about to engage in a full-blown fight over a mere dozen or so spots, potentially even triggering a massive internal conflict, Uchiha Touko had no choice but to cough lightly and step forward to maintain order.

"quiet!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a hint of authority, instantly silencing the restless White Zetsu. All the "people" stared at him expectantly, awaiting the "casting" results.

“Since this is such a ‘glorious’ mission, in order to be fair,” Uchiha Touko said with a playful smile, “we will decide it in the most traditional and fair way—by drawing lots.”

Soon, under the direction of Uchiha Tokō, the White Zetsu lined up and took turns drawing slips of paper from a makeshift wooden box to determine their fate.

In the end, more than ten "lucky ones" were selected.

"Hooray! I won! It was me!"

"Great! I can play the role of a sacrifice for the Fourth Kazekage!"

"The Third Raikage! He's mine! Nobody can take him!"

The White Zetsu who won the lottery were overjoyed, dancing with glee as if they had won the lottery. They rushed to the coffins, practically fighting to lie down inside, their faces beaming with satisfaction and anticipation, as if they were going to receive a prize rather than to offer a sacrifice.

Those White Zetsu who didn't get a spot beat their chests and gritted their teeth, staring with envy and jealousy at their dozen or so lucky companions lying in coffins. The air was thick with sourness and a sense of loss.

"Damn it...why wasn't it me..."

"Next time! Next time, this opportunity will definitely be mine!"

"You lot, remember to die a gruesome death! Don't disgrace our White Zetsu!"

Amidst the commotion and shouts of "blessings," the event was finally ready.

Uchiha Touko walked to the front of the row of coffins, his relaxed smile slowly fading, replaced by a solemn expression. He raised his hands and began to slowly and precisely form one complex and profound hand seal after another.

"Reincarnation from the dirty soil!"

Om-!
A powerful surge of chakra instantly flowed into the earth, connecting the coffins with the White Zetsu offerings within. Dark runes, like tadpoles coming to life, rapidly covered every coffin. The coffin lids shook violently, and a chilling, deathly aura, mixed with powerful chakra fluctuations, emanated from the cracks in the coffins!

The next moment, all the coffin lids burst open at the same time!

One by one, figures slowly rose from the coffins.

A, the former Raikage of Kumogakure, had dark skin, a muscular build like a bear, and his entire body shimmered with a pale blue light of lightning chakra!
The successive Kazekage of Sunagakure manipulated floating gold and iron sand, their gazes sharp and cold!
The Second Tsuchikage of Iwagakure, Mu, was covered in bandages!

The former Mizukage of Kirigakure seemed to be surrounded by a thick mist and the stench of blood...

Aside from the Hokage of Konoha, almost all the other Kage from the major ninja villages who have left their mark on history are present!
Among them was even the Fourth Raikage, A, who had just died not long ago and whose face still showed a trace of confusion and astonishment!

More than a dozen powerful figures who once stood at the pinnacle of the ninja world were forcibly summoned back from the Pure Land in this ominous way and gathered here. They looked around at the strange environment with a blank and wary expression. In the end, their gazes all fell on the only one who exuded a vibrant life force and was obviously the caster, Uchiha Touko.

An immense sense of oppression instantly converged, enough to terrify an ordinary ninja. Among them, A's muscles froze, his aura locking onto Uchiha Touko, as if he were about to erupt at any moment.

However, Uchiha Touko simply met these gazes calmly, and the smile of complete control reappeared on his lips.

Uchiha Tokō didn't say much, but simply formed hand seals, putting the consciousness of these past Kage to sleep. Although this prevented these reanimated bodies from unleashing their full power, he didn't even consider having these people, who couldn't defeat Uchiha Madara in their previous lives, stop him. All Uchiha Tokō wanted was to make the battle more exciting and then bring another actor into the theater.

(End of this chapter)