He was in Konoha, and his domineering aura was overflowing.

"Over a thousand years, with constant warfare in between, and with the bloodline constantly being diluted, any random thing injected at this time can have a significant effect."

Isogen narrowed his eyes slightly, rested his chin on his hand, and casually replied.

Hyuga was only a part of the Six Paths bloodline, so how could he not have a strong reaction after drinking this bowl of nourishing soup?

Orochimaru smiled: "Isogen-kun."

"If you're going to have a seizure, turn left at the door. Goodbye, and don't come back."

Orochimaru fell silent.

Although the base was his, given his thorough understanding of Iso-chan, he would only ask why someone would write their name on their base.

He carried out these bullying acts with ease, as if God had given him a natural talent.

"When do you plan to let Mizuki evolve?"

“Dig out the ones that can counteract the Hashirama cells,” Igarashi casually remarked.

Orochimaru frowned.

Do those things that clash with Hashirama's cells really exist?

It's no exaggeration to say that the existence of interstitial cells is a challenge to the limits of life. It's hard for normal people to imagine that such cells could exist in the world. Finding cells of the same level is no less than... wait!

Orochimaru suddenly realized what was happening, and his pupils contracted sharply.

Yes, there are cells of the same level as intercolumnar cells!

And it's from Konoha!

His mouth was a little dry, and his eyes were fixed on Wu Shixian Yuge, trying to see through everything hidden behind his nonchalant expression.

“That guy, Wuzhixian.”

"Although not as resilient as you, it still lives quite well, making it a long-lived tortoise among the Uchiha clan, and a fighting tortoise among long-lived tortoises."

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"……Um?"

In the spacious underground space, a pair of aged yet still sharp eyes slowly opened, paused for two seconds, and then an aged voice rang out.

"A familiar feeling."

A powerful ninja is very sensitive to any movement involving him. Madara Uchiha was certain that someone had spoken to him recently, and the attitude was not very good.

Suspicious candidates began to surface in my mind.

His existence is secret; he has never left the outside world since that battle, so he must have been a person from before that battle.

Most of her contemporaries have passed away, but Mito Uzumaki, that woman, has survived and is now old.

Between the Thousand Hands...

Heh, he actually wishes Tobirama Senju were still alive. If that naturally evil Senju brat could see that he was still alive and had even awakened the legendary Sage's Eye, his expression would be quite memorable.

Unfortunately, I won't be able to hold on until then.

"Black Zetsu," he said, addressing the open space in front of him, "How's the progress with Nagato going?"

A dark, round dumpling filling quietly rose into the air.

A line of pure white appeared out of thin air, like a grinning face in the night.

"Everything is going well. Jiraiya is doing a very good job as a teacher. They already have the ability to operate in the Land of Rain. I believe that they will soon reap a sweet harvest."

"This is all thanks to your wisdom, Lord Ban."

Madara Uchiha remained unmoved by Black Zetsu's flattery.

Although Black Zetsu is merely a manifestation of his will and does not represent him personally, such praise still sounds rather strange.

Besides, he doesn't need useless flattery.

This old body can no longer withstand any high-intensity battle unless he forcibly extracts what little life force he has left.

Complete the plan, achieve resurrection, return to the peak, and surpass the peak.

That's what he should be doing.

Black Zetsu observed Madara Uchiha's emotional changes. Madara Uchiha didn't show any obvious changes in expression, but he was no pushover after living for over a thousand years.

“However, there is one person we need to be careful of,” Black Zetsu said.

"Yu Ge of Fifty Strings, his growth rate is too abnormal."

Madara Uchiha slightly pulled back his eyelids.

He had heard Black Zetsu mention this name before; he was a talented kid.

He paid attention to the Uchiha clan as well as the geniuses of the ninja world.

After awakening the Rinnegan, he 'saw' some different things.

He had a full understanding of the possibility that he, like Hashirama, could be reborn in the ninja world.

It is basically close to zero.

There is no equal existence; in his eyes, the ninja world is nothing more than a cleanly peeled boiled egg.

They are all a group of weaklings who cannot reach the top.

His focus was on 'Tobirama Senju', anyone who could potentially become Tobirama Senju.

The Thousand-Handed Old Demon, who is inherently evil, is simply outrageous.

"His growth is too fast; not long ago, he wiped out most of Kusakabe Village."

"Especially one of the techniques he developed, the White Zetsu sent there couldn't see anything from afar, they just saw those people suddenly explode. He also turned dozens of people from Kusagakure into scarecrows, injected them with chakra to keep them alive, and they are still howling to this day."

Madara Uchiha reacted this time.

It wasn't because of the growth rate of the Fifty Strings of Song mentioned by Black Zetsu; no matter how fast he grew, it was all in vain without the conditions to become the strongest. What he cared about was what came next.

"That technique has never appeared before?"

"No, and he has many techniques that didn't exist in the ninja world before. Because of Mito Uzumaki, White Zetsu didn't dare to approach Konoha, but through his methods of monitoring ninjas coming out of Konoha, those should all be ninjutsu created by Yuuka Igarashi."

Black Zetsu answered very decisively.

Madara Uchiha paused for a moment, then spoke.

"We're taking our attention to him to a whole new level."

Black Zetsu looked troubled: "Lord Madara, his reconnaissance ninjutsu is too terrifying. If White Zetsu dares to show his face, he will be found out."

"Then film more people."

Madara Uchiha's decision is beyond question.

He never cared about fleeting geniuses with no future.

But the other party's talent in developing ninjutsu made him think of some bad things.

Sure enough, the Thousand-Handed Old Ghost, who was born evil, was still haunting the place.

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Chapter 91 Doubts about Time and Space

Leaf.

Igogaku casually dismissed Hyuga Hizashi.

Now that their strength has increased, they should make good use of it and spread the will of conquest to the Hyuga clan.

He brought Orochimaru along like a slave, and all this research wasn't for Orochimaru's sake. If it weren't for Hyuga Mizuki's existence, he wouldn't have been able to afford this enhancement even if he used up all the good fortune he had accumulated over ten lifetimes.

His purpose in leading this research was to give Hyuga Mizuki and Kushina a buff.

The ninja world is a world where bloodline reigns supreme, and Kushina and Hyuga Mizuki are undoubtedly born to stand at the finish line of countless others.

But that's not enough.

Wu Shixian is always generous to his own people.

"Fifty Strings".

A gentle call reached her ears, and Uchiha Mikoto, who already looked like a married woman but still maintained the agility of a ninja, slowly walked over.

Yes, although Uchiha Mikoto and Kushina are close, they are not the same age; she is four years older than Kushina.

In the ninja world, getting married at her age is actually considered late.

However, it's not too late in Konoha.

Just as Fifty Strings was about to respond, he suddenly frowned and fixed his gaze on Uchiha Mikoto's abdomen.

He was thinking; he was organizing language.

I vaguely remember that the last time I saw Mikoto Uchiha, she was carrying an embryo.

"She miscarried." A hint of sadness flashed in Mikoto Uchiha's eyes.

"..."

First, the song "Fifty Strings Remains" expresses sadness regarding a pregnant woman's miscarriage; second, miscarriage?

Such a big guy like Itachi Uchiha just disappeared like that?!

His little face froze.

No, then who will fulfill his missing piece: his wish to beat up Itachi Uchiha since childhood?

He's already planned to specially craft a spiked club as tall as a person to chase after Uchiha Itachi and help him gain intelligence!

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, energizing him.

No.

Mikoto Uchiha is seventeen years old now. There are quite a few people of that age who have children, not only in the ninja world, but also in her previous life.

The situation was dire from the start.

According to his memory, Mikoto Uchiha was about 28 years old when Sasuke Uchiha was born, and going back further, she was about 22 years old when Itachi Uchiha was born.

However, Naruto exists in a parallel world, which, combined with the already chaotic timeline, contributes to the problem.

In other words, logically speaking, Mikoto Uchiha might be pregnant with Itachi Uchiha, or she might not; Schrödinger's Itachi is the more likely candidate.

However, since it's gone, it's probably not true.

The remaining songs of the fifty strings choose to trust their own judgment.

At worst, we're missing a sandbag.

【How could this happen?! Isn't Tsunade-sama in the village?】 Hinata Mizuki held up a cardboard sign, her little face sad.

Mikoto Uchiha forced a smile: "It happened suddenly."

Fifty strings of music remain, the song ends.

Most likely it was an accident. After all, Uchiha valued emotions. No matter how noisy he was, the possibility of attacking a child of his own race was lower than the possibility of Danzo not attacking the Shimura family.

However, this gave him new doubts about the child in Uzumaki Rinne's arms.

No, then what kind of Pokémon is this?

Or perhaps some mysterious force in the ninja world has exerted its power?

Confused, I suddenly felt a sharp, throbbing pain in my right temple, as if I had been hit hard.

The wind blows and unfolds invisibly, yet nothing is gained, as if it were merely a physical ailment.

But that kind of pain would be excruciating enough to kill a ninja.

The doubts surrounding the fifty strings intensify.

How strange.

He couldn't quite understand this ninja world.