Traveling through three generations: Making Konoha great again!

Chapter 88 Madara Uchiha's Pain, Reversing the Izuna Manual

The Land of Frost.

This small country, situated in the buffer zone between the three great powers of fire, earth, and thunder, has a peninsula extending out to the north.

Because the territory is frequently embroiled in war, and the peninsula is a dead end on the coast—

The ninjas trapped here would most likely die, and over time no one was willing to come.

This place is known as the Graveyard of Mountains, and it is also the base of Madara Uchiha, the Asura of the Ninja World.

And in this secret base.

Madara Uchiha sat on a hard and wide stone chair.

Behind him was a colossal creature.

It looks like a human, but it's only humanoid.

The monster sat cross-legged, its wrists clasped together and raised in a lotus shape, its entire body covered in wooden protrusions.

Several tubes connected from its body to Madara Uchiha's back, infusing its master with chakra.

And the other links that meander from it, like branches, seem to be nurturing something, like fruit—

This is the Gedo Mazo that Madara Uchiha summoned after awakening his Rinnegan.

"I'm mysterious~ I'm the mysterious one~ What does poop really feel like~"

Obito observed that his White Zetsu was humming a tune as it emerged from the ground.

Madara Uchiha sighed silently.

Spending every day with these degraded creatures, he felt his IQ was declining—

They keep talking about things like poop.

Madara Uchiha did punish them before, killing dozens of them.

But that's just how these kids are; even when they're trained to have new ones, they'll still ask what poop feels like, as if it's a question etched into their very bones.

Over time, Madara Uchiha ran out of ideas.

They're not afraid of death, and even after they die they'll still ask you questions. What can you do but accept it?

Whenever he thought about this, Madara Uchiha felt a sense of desolation.

His life was heroic and legendary; although he couldn't defeat Hashirama, he was still known as the Asura of the Shinobi World.

As a result, when he grew old, he had to spend his days with these intellectually disabled artificial beings.

People would laugh at me if they told anyone!

If Hashirama knew that people asked him every day what it felt like to poop, there would be nothing he could do—

Madara Uchiha felt like he wanted to die.

Sometimes, Madara Uchiha wondered if this was Hashirama's silent punishment for him, for secretly taking a bite out of him.

"Shut your mouth!" Madara Uchiha shouted in a deep voice.

"Yes, Lord Madara!" White Zetsu shuddered, then grinned broadly, running up to Uchiha Madara and boasting, "Madara~ Madara~ Lord Madara—"

"I found the Uchiha you were looking for!"

"The kind who's a bit naive, kind, loves family, and is also talented!"

Madara Uchiha's eyes narrowed, and he slowly pushed aside the tubes behind him.

He got up and stretched, slightly gathering his chakra.

His mood was somewhat heavy. He hadn't become younger; he was still aging at a slow pace.

He awakened his Rinnegan too late—

Only when he was on his last legs did he obtain the eyes of an immortal and summon the demonic statue of the heretic.

Therefore, even though awakening the Rinnegan brought him a large amount of chakra, it still couldn't bring his body, which was severely damaged by aging, back to its peak.

The only way to slow down aging is by infusing chakra into the Gedo Mazo.

Madara Uchiha could sense that if this dragged on for another ten years, he would reach a point where even the life support systems couldn't be removed.

They are completely dependent on the heretical demon statues to prolong their lives.

"Tell me about it—" Madara Uchiha waved his hand impatiently.

To be honest, Madara Uchiha had also considered that if he could further develop the Rinnegan's abilities, combined with White Zetsu's pervasive intelligence capabilities, he might find a good way to restore his body.

It's just that this is really time-consuming and laborious.

In a completely isolated environment, he only has his own Yin-Yang Escape creations and mentally challenged androids—

Even if you consistently maintain communication with these mentally challenged individuals and devise various plans, you may not necessarily achieve the correct result.

Madara Uchiha felt like dying.

Is the once-mighty ninja demon destined to become a kindergarten teacher who communicates with a poop superhero?

His proud Uchiha blood made it impossible for him to endure such a life.

"There's a kid whose name is probably Uchiha Obito!"

"On his way home, he got so worried about his grandma because of just a few words, he suddenly activated his Sharingan while running!"

"And he's usually very friendly, loves to help others, and helps people cross the street—" White Zetsu muttered.

Under Madara Uchiha's orders, many White Zetsu were hidden in the Uchiha clan's territory, constantly observing the clan's rising stars.

"Um--"

Madara Uchiha nodded slightly, pondering, "I'd say it's barely acceptable."

He closed his eyes and recalled what Izuna had once told him.

"The people of our tribe who truly have potential are different from the stereotypes presented by outsiders."

"Those who appear aloof and powerful are likely already at their limit; they are merely average."

"On the contrary, it's those kind-hearted, deeply affectionate, and even somewhat unreliable and eccentric ones—"

"The power of Uchiha love is buried deep within the hearts of these clansmen."

"Yet they are seen by many in their clan as cowards, not fitting the image of the Uchiha—"

"We must protect these clansmen, brother, and let them feel the love of the clan. Only then can you become the best clan leader in the history of the Uchiha clan!"

These words were spoken nearly fifty years ago.

But the echo in Madara Uchiha's ears was as vivid as if it were just yesterday.

But Madara Uchiha is no longer able to take care of his clan members using his brother's words—

He even wants to practice the true scriptures in reverse!

My younger brother said that such clansmen have potential and should be taken good care of.

Conversely, wouldn't it be easier for such Uchiha to turn evil and be manipulated?

There was nothing he could do; his people wouldn't go with him.

However, Madara Uchiha also suffered internally because of this, breaking his promise to Izuna to take care of the clan.

However, the grand vision of the Eye of the Moon project somewhat alleviated his sense of guilt.

It's okay, it's all the same.

"You still need to look for someone who is intelligent and wise enough, but also kind and loving—"

"Ideally, they should also have excellent talent and sufficient intelligence," Madara Uchiha said in a deep voice.

Compared to finding a puppet—

Actually, Madara Uchiha wanted to find a meal replacement for Izuna.

Assuming it truly exists, after thorough testing—

Madara Uchiha was even willing to confide in this spokesperson!

Elderly people living alone desperately need interaction, especially when someone with intellectual disabilities keeps asking them about bowel movements.

"Lord Madara, are you making a wish here?"

The white zeolite picked its nose: "Hey, that's impossible! Even I can guess that you're reminiscing about someone—"

"Just make do with it! I think Obito is fine, what do you think?"

Madara Uchiha took a deep breath, and his fist hardened.

But it wouldn't make much difference if you punched this White Zetsu to death, because the next one would still be just as stupid.

"Yubi, come here!" Madara Uchiha raised his voice slightly.

Not far away, a white Zetsu with swirling hair swaggered over: "What's wrong, Lord Madara! I've given myself a new name, Tobi!"

Madara Uchiha showed great tolerance towards this White Zetsu: "Alright, then it'll be Tobi—"

Because it is very intelligent and special, it can even use Wood Release and ninjutsu.

They are among the few White Zetsu that resemble humans.

"You led a squad of White Zetsu, secretly monitoring the Uchiha clan's territory—"

"But remember this." Madara Uchiha took out a map, pondered for a moment, and drew a circle on it.

"Don't go into this area yet, as Mito might sense it. After all, that woman is Hashirama's lover, and her abilities are troublesome."

"But she's probably dying soon, that will make things easier."

"Thankfully, that disgusting Tobirama Senju—he combined the Uchiha police force with the Konoha prison, making the clan's territory remote—"

Madara Uchiha spat.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been convenient for Mito to find a representative for White Zetsu before he died.

Given the intelligence of most White Zetsu, it would be extremely difficult to get them to control their malice.

"Yes, Lord Madara!"

Madara Uchiha waved his hand, dismissing the White Zetsu.

He felt very tired.

Originally, there was no need to select a successor from the Uchiha clan.

He chose Nagato.

But Madara Uchiha never expected that Jiraiya, a seemingly innocent but actually naive person, would emerge from this saline-alkali land of Konoha!

Madara Uchiha originally planned that after Jiraiya displayed the malice and greed expected of a normal ninja—

Using the grudges between Nagato and Konoha, he suddenly appeared and killed Jiraiya, guiding this hatred to cultivate him into his own representative.

When Jiraiya saw the kids from another village, who seemed to possess the Rinnegan, he didn't try to steal them. Instead, he focused on teaching these children how to protect themselves!

They even started playing a little frog squad pretend play game—

Madara Uchiha has been observing this for three years—

As a result, Jiraiya left just like that, which really planted the seed of peace in Nagato's heart.

"Is that matter settled?" Madara Uchiha seemed to be talking to himself.

From within his shadow, a dark creature responded, its name Black Zetsu: "The news of Nagato and the others' deaths has been spread. That Konoha ninja already knows and won't be searching for them for now—"

"Nagato and the others are also experiencing the suffering of the ninja world. I believe they will soon understand that this place is hell—"

Uchiha Dazzle nodded.

He leaned back and reconnected the tube to himself.

"By the way, Lord Madara—" Black Zetsu said softly, "Konoha seems to be acting strangely! They've gotten a lot of money, and they've even given a considerable amount to the Uchiha clan—"

"We've got Obito too, what should we do?"

Madara Uchiha frowned, but then shook his head: "Don't bother with it. It won't change the cruel ninja world at all. It's a useless effort."

Do they give money to the Uchiha clan?

Although it's something that clearly has ill intentions!

But since it can make the people of our tribe live a little better, then let's leave it at that for now.

Not interfering is his way of making amends.

Besides, money is meaningless in this world.

Only the Rinnegan and the Eye of the Moon plan have meaning.

Madara Uchiha fell into a deep sleep, no longer responding to Black Zetsu's words.

Black Zetsu, hidden in the shadows, sighed inwardly.

Finally, a reincarnation of Indra has appeared who can awaken the Rinnegan—

But it was still too late.

Without some kind of mental stimulation, lacking motivation, all they're thinking about is this endorsement plan—

Black is very pessimistic about this plan.

It can only be said that without me, this plan would be riddled with flaws.

Fortunately, it can keep track of things in real time and mobilize and manage the White Zetsu to clean up Madara Uchiha's mess!

Hiruzen Sarutobi was criticized by Madara Uchiha as meaningless.

He didn't know.

Even if I knew, I wouldn't care.

Because of his transformation of Konoha, his talent seemed to have increased even further, and his cultivation had accelerated even more.

The Hokage arrived at Konoha's research lab.

He discussed the village's next research plans with Orochimaru, Tsunade, Hiruko, and others.

Konoha cannot stop here!