Live stream of Naruto's Nine Gates Prison, Uchiha explodes

"Sigh... I need to go check on the monkey. I hope he still maintains the proper conduct expected of a shadow."

Tobirama Senju no longer asks for anything; he only hopes that Hiruzen Sarutobi, the supreme leader, will still have the demeanor of a ninja.

Meanwhile, at this moment, Hiruzen Sarutobi...

"Start with a windmill slam, then a shark's jaws snap – the allure of strategy and the thrill of skillful maneuvering!"

Hiruzen Sarutobi now feels full of energy, as if the once-mighty ninja hero has returned.

All of this was brought to him by Black Zetsu III.

"Death March is so much fun! Such a fun ninja, it's clearly based on the underlying logic of Naruto mobile games!"

"monkey."

"Who on earth is stirring up trouble among us Deathmatch players? We Deathmatch players are so prone to missing damage! We go to so much trouble to conserve our damage, and yet we still get criticized by other players!"

"monkey……"

"Simmering the sauce over high heat, unleashing a powerful ultimate attack when at half health—these are the unique romantic traditions of us Deathmatch players..."

"monkey!"

Hiruzen Sarutobi shuddered and turned around to see Tobirama Senju standing behind him with a dark expression. The blue light of the Flying Thunder God Mark that had been implanted on his shoulder at some unknown time was gradually dimming.

Password, Flying Thunder God is truly hellish.

"Ha!"

"Countless starts, countless advances."

"In the arena of various underworld battles, all an ordinary person can do is charge like a cheetah, charge until their head is broken and they are burned to ashes."

Different opponents, different locations.

"The same ordinary people, the same mindless rush."

"Grab him and you're off with a 'Haaah!' Then, if you get hit, just switch to your sword and switch again, using the two super long invincibility frames to absorb all of the opponent's skills, and then use Bone Strike to start another attack on the enemy."

"What? You're asking what to do with a backhand?"

"Ordinary people don't need to fight back; their lives are as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind, any impact would be fatal."

"Draw your sword! Draw your sword!"

"Talent won't give you chiseled muscles; even as flesh rots, bones remain—that's proof of having lived."

"If there is no tomorrow, then burn out today; if there is a tomorrow, then punch with all your might. Wild dogs don't need graves, so run until they rot."

"Countless starts, countless sprints."

"Draw your sword! Draw your sword!"

"With each strike of his sword, Chojuro sat in his chair, closed his eyes, smiled, and lowered his head, his entire body turning ashen."

"To the side is the announcement that Chojuro has been weakened."

"It burned out, leaving only white ash."

As everyone gazed at the burnt-out Chojuro, an indescribable feeling welled up in their hearts.

Chojuro's situation is typical for most ninjas, and he's even better off than most, considering he has the Seven Ninja Swords and he's the Mizukage.

But even Chojuro is nothing more than that when it comes to bloodline.

If the opponent is an Uchiha who has awakened the Mangekyou Sharingan, and starts with Susanoo, how should Chojuro hold him?

"Draw your sword, Chojuro!"

A ninja suddenly shouted loudly, his eyes seemingly burning with a flame, a fighting spirit ignited by Chojuro.

"Don't stop, Chojuro!"

Another person joined in, raising their arms and shouting, their eyes burning with the same fervor.

"You can do it, Chojuro!"

"Just don't stop! Don't stop!"

Everyone was moved by Chojuro's spirit, and their previous lax attitude vanished, unleashing an unstoppable force throughout the ninja world.

"Hey, Obito, what's going on? Why are these guys suddenly acting like completely different people?"

Madara Uchiha stared blankly at the group of people who were suddenly bursting with energy; in his view, these people had inexplicably become so enthusiastic.

It's just a weakling bragging, what's there to get worked up about?

"Well, I guess I saw a reflection of myself in Chojuro."

The masked man used to be a loser, so he can somewhat understand what it's like to be an ordinary person.

But I only got a taste of it.

Having the Mangekyou Sharingan, he had long since fallen far behind "ordinary people" and could no longer experience the feelings of ordinary people.

"Well, it doesn't matter, it won't interfere with the plan anyway."

Madara Uchiha turned his head and slapped the masked man's head hard. Judging from the sound, it was a good head.

"You haven't even mastered the Impure World Reincarnation technique I taught you yet?! How are you going to summon me if you don't learn this thing?!"

The masked man shrank back and continued to practice the hand seals for the Impure World Reincarnation technique.

"And you all!"

Madara Uchiha turned his head to look at the Akatsuki members who were slacking off to the side.

"You all better train properly! A bunch of ugly and deformed people, they wouldn't last more than a few days in the Warring States period!"

"Hey! You think your grandpa Deidara can take this?! Behold my ultimate art!"

Deidara, with his fiery temper, immediately opened his arms and prepared to unleash his art.

The next moment, Deidara was captured by Madara Uchiha in a single grappling move.

"Hehehe... Uncle Madara, it was Xiao Di who was blind and didn't recognize your greatness. I hope you will be magnanimous..."

Madara Uchiha gave a mocking smile and casually tossed Deidara back.

"If you're bad at cooking, just practice more."

"Your martial arts are full of flaws. Don't even mention me; any random passerby from the Warring States period could easily defeat you!"

"Hey, Kakuzu, didn't you fight the First Hokage and come out unscathed? Go and take him down!"

Hidan shielded Kakuzu in front of him and kept urging him on from behind.

Kakuzu frowned and retreated to the back of the crowd.

"I escaped unscathed because it was Hashirama Senju; he knew his limits. Madara Uchiha, on the other hand, didn't know anything about limits!"

"Well, you're supposed to be a ninja from the same era as them, right? Why do I feel like your taijutsu isn't as strong as Madara Uchiha described?!"

According to Madara Uchiha, Sengoku ninjas were practically all superhumans.

Traveling all day without eating or drinking, one can traverse the entire ninja world, accurately lock onto targets, and even losing an arm or a leg does not affect the battle. A day without fighting is unbearable, and each battle is considered a warm-up only if blood is drawn.

Kakuzu paused for a moment.

"What Madara Uchiha said isn't wrong, it's just that he embellished it a bit."

"We traveled for a day without eating or drinking simply because our supplies were cut off. We traversed the entire ninja world because we were pursued. If we couldn't escape, everyone in the ninja world would die."

"The reason we can accurately lock onto a target is because if you slip up, there's no second chance; you're immediately on your way to the underworld."

"A severed hand or foot... such injuries on the battlefield basically mean no chance of survival. Rather than saying it doesn't affect combat, it's more accurate to say it's a last-ditch effort by a dying person."

"If you don't fight for a day, you'll feel uncomfortable all over. This means that you'll have three small battles and one big battle a day. If you don't fight, it's definitely because they're plotting something against you, making you feel anxious all over."