Born in Sunagakure, dedicated to antagonizing Konoha for decades

Damn it, you've used too much wasabi...

"Waaaaah... This is so touching! I never imagined that Shiki admired Madara so much... Waaaaah, Black Zetsu, don't bother me, let me cry a little longer..."

The white object, one of the two objects in black and one in white in the distance, was so moved by this long-awaited reunion of "father and son" that it burst into tears.

"...ヽ(ー_ー)ノ"

Black Zetsu stared at the idiot White Zetsu with a black line on his forehead, then looked at the family reunion scene not far ahead. For some reason, he felt a little awkward. Everyone in the ninja world knew that Golden Lion's idol was Madara, and it was Golden Lion who said it in front of Mito Uzumaki back then. However, he had a deep understanding of Golden Lion, this troublemaker. This kid's seemingly crazy exterior hid a cunning heart. Moreover, this kid's acting skills could fool Madara but not him. After all, he had been hiding for thousands of years. No matter how perfect the acting was, he could see the flaws. This kid's acting skills were too exaggerated, too forceful, and too eager to show off. This fan meeting was like a father and son wanting to recognize each other. Wasn't that a bit too exaggerated?

Uncle Ban isn't your dad! ヽ(ー_ー)ノ.

369. Grandpa Ban heard sincerity in his words!

"Oh no! Σ(⊙▽⊙a)"

Black Zetsu felt a sudden tightness in his chest, nervously watching Madara ahead, silently praying that nothing bad would happen to him...

It just remembered that this brat was no ordinary character; he was a notorious jinx, responsible for the deaths of countless people in the ninja world. It had always tried its best to keep its distance from this kid, but now, damn it, Madara had actually come into contact with him! Madara was old, relying on the Ten-Tails to stay alive until now; his immunity was practically zero. If he were to catch this kid's bad luck...

Black Zetsu really wanted to tell Madara to stop arguing with this kid and go home to take care of himself so he wouldn't catch his bad luck. However, seeing Madara chatting away with the kid so happily, and wondering what the kid had said that had made Madara, who had always had a poker face, squint with crow's feet, his eyes crinkled, he and White Zetsu couldn't go over and tell Madara. After all, the kid wasn't one of their own, and it was best for them not to expose themselves.

......

Cool!

That was awesome!

Madara's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing deep crow's feet. This fan was incredibly eloquent. In his years of dominating the ninja world, he had heard far too many flattering words, but most of them were just empty words of flattery. However, what he heard from this fan today was sincerity. It was truly a case of having one fan in one's life being better than having ten thousand fans like Hashirama Senju!

Although Hashirama Senju was very popular back then, times have changed and there are very few people who still remember him, let alone idolize him. Looking at his fans, even after many years, they still admire him so much. In an instant, Madara felt as if his soul had been sublimated. He had spent his whole life comparing himself to Hashirama Senju, but he was always just a little bit short. Now, he had finally let Hashirama win!

I've never felt so bittersweet in my entire life...!

"Whoa...! Your uncle, Lie Dou, was seriously injured and killed by me. Don't you hate me?"

Although Uncle Ban was secretly pleased, his years of behind-the-scenes work had made him unable to show his emotions. Apart from the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, his expression remained unchanged. He calmly looked at the fan clinging to his leg without kicking him away and said indifferently.

"Hey! What's there to hate? My uncle taught me from a young age that in this world, it's either you kill me or I kill you. You'll either be a hearse or a police car, and you'll always have to pay the price. Even though he was injured by you, he still lost with honor! Idol, where have you been all these years? How did you become such a grotesque figure? Was it Hashirama Senju who did this? Konoha is so despicable! They declared you dead without even asking your opinion while you were still alive. Isn't that cursing you to die? You are the founder of Konoha, the one who contributed the most to Konoha. The two Senju brothers can't compare to you. It's one thing that you weren't the First Hokage, but they even went so far as to betray you and curse you to death. It makes me so angry! These bastards in Konoha still claim to be the righteous messengers who maintain world peace. Idol, why don't we go and wipe out Konoha right now? The two of us teaming up would be the sleeping dragon and the young phoenix of the ninja world. I really can't think of anyone who can stop us! (▼へ▼メ)"

"Snap!!"

"Huh? Idol, are you... calcium deficient? (⊙_⊙)?"

As they were talking, Masato suddenly became indignant and felt sorry for Madara. He stood up, rolled up his sleeves, grabbed Madara's hand, and looked like he was about to have a big fight. Whether it was because he used too much force or because Madara had been hiding in the basement for too long without sunlight, his crippled body was severely calcium deficient. With that tug, a dislocated shoulder sound came from Madara's body, leaving Masato completely dumbfounded.

"Hiss... My body hasn't even warmed up yet. Destroying Konoha now would be pointless. Kid, what do you think of this world?"

Madara, regaining his senses, looked at his die-hard fan with satisfaction, saying it was nothing. He had suffered all sorts of injuries in his days as a ninja, and a mere bone fracture was nothing to him. Instead, he looked at his die-hard fan and asked a soul-searching question.

To be honest, he had been struggling with this decision for a long time. Ever since this kid debuted, he had admired him quite a bit and was a die-hard fan. He had even considered making this kid his representative in the ninja world to carry out his plan to destroy the world and be reborn. Unfortunately, Black Zetsu said that this kid was an ominous person and would definitely not live past eighteen. So he had no choice but to abandon the plan and use a member of the Uchiha clan as his representative. But now, seeing his fans indignant on his behalf, Madara was incredibly moved!

The plan was already set and couldn't be changed, but this fan not only survived past eighteen, but he also didn't look like he was going to die young. A flash of inspiration struck him, and he thought of another plan. Although he couldn't make this fan his spokesperson, he could still recruit him into the organization to protect his plan. As the saying goes, man proposes, God disposes. No matter how good the plan is, it depends on who implements it. If he were decades younger and returned to his peak condition to implement this plan, he would definitely succeed 100%. But he wasn't the one implementing the plan, so he thought that recruiting this kid would be perfectly fine, as the kid's strength would protect his plan.

They're here...they're here!

Upon hearing Madara's question, Masato knew that Madara wanted to recruit people to join him in destroying the world and being reborn!

He used to wonder why Ban Laoye (a nickname for Ban) didn't ask any profound questions, even though he thought his acting was neither exaggerated nor stage-like and was completely close to real life. He also thought that Ban Laoye was a fan and had talked to him for so long. It made no sense at all!

"...Idol, your question is a bit vague. I don't know what aspect you're referring to, but this world... it's alright. The air is fresh, there's no smog, the mountains are beautiful, the water is beautiful, and the people are even more beautiful. It's just that transportation isn't very convenient, and communication is too backward. There are no internet cafes, and no computers...Idol, what are you asking about... (⊙_⊙)?"

After thinking for a long time, Masato stroked his chin and said it sincerely, then looked at Madara with a bewildered expression, as if he didn't know what Madara meant by asking that question.

"Hmm?...Don't you think this world is already terrible? Every day there are real fights, every day people die, don't you think this world is beyond saving?"

Grandpa Ban frowned, clearly dissatisfied with the fan's answer. The fan's nonsensical claims about fresh air and no smog suggested that the fan hadn't completely given up on the world and was about to launch into another round of empty promises.

370. After all that arguing, they still want to fight.

"I've been preparing for this all these years. Come on! Join me and let's create a perfect world without war, where everyone lives in harmony..."

As Grandpa Ban spoke, he seemed to be conquered by his own grand dream, and finally opened his arms with a proud embrace of a bright tomorrow.

If this kid isn't disappointed with the world, then things will get complicated. His ultimate goal is to destroy the world before creating it, and what he needs is a group of like-minded people who are also disappointed with the world. If this kid isn't disappointed with the world, he won't only not help him, but he might even hinder his plans. Thinking of this, Madara felt conflicted again. This was his only fan under Hashirama Senju's rule, and he really didn't want to fall out with his fan, so he could only use his half-baked persuasive skills in the hope that this kid could be moved by his lofty sentiments.

......(⊙_⊙)

The surroundings became quiet. Masato stared blankly at Madara, who had closed his eyes, spread his arms, and struck the same pose as Rose from Titanic. Although it was a bit childish, it was undeniably cool. However, Madara, who was usually invincible, was acting like a childish teenager, which made the scene a little awkward. Madara's image of being awesome in his mind instantly collapsed. Could it be that he had been staying in the basement for too long, causing his brain to be oxygen-deprived and his body to be dominated by his cerebellum, turning him into a childish person?

"Well, have you thought it through? In the future, we will become the masters of the world."

After enjoying his heroic spirit for a while, Madara opened his eyes and saw Masato staring at him with his beady eyes, not saying a word. He assumed that the fan was already shocked by his boundless enthusiasm and grand goals, and asked with a smug look.

"Good! An old horse in its stall still aspires to gallop a thousand miles! Your lofty ambitions are a model for us all, truly my idol. Receiving your invitation is my greatest honor. But idol, I've been a carefree wanderer all my life. My goals are simply to eat, sleep, and challenge Konoha. When I have free time, I play in the playoffs and the Champions League. I don't care which round I get. But you're suddenly asking me to compete for the championship; I'm afraid my frail shoulders really can't handle it! However... I do know a few friends who share your ideals. Shall I introduce them to you? One is Kaido, the captain of the Beasts Pirates, known as the 'Invincible Man,' who has rarely won a single battle and has dedicated his life to unifying the seas and destroying the world. In the end, he just became a cheat code to rise to power." Stepping stones, which filled him with hatred for the world. Another one, Donquixote Doflamingo, nicknamed the Sea Rogue, the Joker, and the Heavenly Demon, is a man with an IQ of 99, on par with Azaburo and Nara. Known as a criminal genius, he was born into a noble Celestial Dragon family and was the eldest son. He should have inherited the family business, achieved financial freedom, and had the right to say no, but his family suffered a great misfortune in his childhood, turning him from a high-ranking Celestial Dragon into a beggar hated by everyone. This marked the beginning of his legendary life of misanthropy and hatred. Idols! If you can find these two, one scholarly and one martial, and pair them with your idols, you'll have absolute dominance, at least a three-peat! When you become the master of the Great Dragons, don't forget to take care of your lifelong fans! I have something to do, so I'll be going now, goodbye...!

Masato seemed to be infected by Madara's boundless enthusiasm and gave him a thumbs up with admiration, praising him repeatedly with "666". Just when Madara thought he was about to nod in agreement, Masato changed the subject and started rambling on to Madara.

Should we team up with him?

Are you kidding me?! Do you think I've never had a grand finale? This isn't the end of the world or the beginning of a new one, it's just amplifying the BOSS!

He discovered that Uncle Ban's intelligence wasn't as high as he had imagined. At his peak, his intelligence points were probably only around sixty. Now that he's older, his intelligence points have fallen below the passing grade. Teaming up with him is like being sold out by the Six Paths' will and having to count money for him without even realizing it.

That's an old monster who's been lying low for over a thousand years. If he's not smart enough, he makes up for it with experience. He's crossed more bridges than he's eaten rice in two lifetimes. And he doesn't mainly put points into intelligence. Without a super powerful system by his side, he really can't beat this kind of old monster's millennia-long scheme.

Even though he already knows the ending, as long as he doesn't do anything reckless or disrupt the main plot too much, he can at least live a carefree life for a few decades. He might not be able to stay young forever like Orochimaru, but he can still live to die a natural death. But if he gets involved and causes Rokudo's mother's will to change the plan, or the plan to be brought forward, and the savior and the boy haven't even taken shape yet, and Princess Yagura has already run down from the moon, then that won't be fun.

Based on his own combat strength, with Sage Mode, three types of Haki, awesome swordsmanship, and the rather useless Float-Float Fruit ability... it seems he hasn't reached the ceiling of the later stages of the Naruto world. Even if the Six Paths Elder gave him a big gift, it would still be difficult. At his peak, the Six Paths Elder and his brother had to work together with all their might to barely seal their mother, which shows how powerful Yoruhime is. If it weren't for the male protagonist's various intelligence reductions and other plot armor, unless he was willing to sacrifice his charm, he wouldn't be able to defeat Yoruhime one-on-one even with the Six Paths Elder's gift. The key is that she's unkillable!

When Madara first posed his soul-searching question, knowing the answer, he considered joining Madara's team as a major villain. After all, he wasn't a Konoha resident, so he had no psychological burden. Maybe becoming a major villain would allow him to get the Six Paths Mode like in those fanfictions and show off, which seemed pretty good. But the key issue was that in those fanfictions, the Six Paths' mother's will was idiotic, with an intelligence point no higher than 65. Who knew what the Six Paths' mother's will and intelligence point were in his world? She had survived for thousands of years and still managed to outwit the past and present lives of the Six Paths' two sons. What if this thing had an off-the-charts intelligence?

So I thought I'd better just give up and reluctantly decline my idol's invitation. Wouldn't it be better to just go home, eat, sleep, and argue with Onoki, and help Konoha build a legend in Sunagakure?

"...Hmph! Kid, do you think you can still leave now? You're too naive! Die!"

"Cartoon. Gokamicek!"

Madara is just that straightforward. Those who achieve great things don't stoop to trivialities. He can turn on you without hesitation. How could he let him go? Since they've heard his plan and know of his existence, there are usually only two outcomes: either he's a teammate or he's dead. Seeing Masato turn to leave, Madara's hands flashed out a series of afterimages, and his ancestral Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation immediately erupted.

"Ugh! After all that arguing, we still have to fight..."

Shinto stared speechlessly at Madara's massive fire jutsu attack, wondering if there was even the slightest bit of trust left between people...

371. One-Sword Style. From Father's Love!

boom!!!

"Wow! Our idol is still so energetic! We're all civilized people; fighting and killing is so undignified! Times have changed. If you want to be respectable, reason with people..."

Masato seriously doubted that one of Madara's Mangekyou Sharingan abilities was to enhance the power of ninjutsu. A mere A-rank Fire Release technique was somehow made to have the effect of a forbidden technique by Madara, especially in terms of its unprecedented range. A forest deep within them was instantly burned down. Even while enveloped in Armament Haki amidst the flames, Masato "sincerely" advised them.

"Huh? This brat isn't dead? (⊙_⊙)?"

The old man outside was quite surprised to hear the sound coming from the flames. This was the first time someone had been able to withstand his fire jutsu. Although he was old, his proficiency in ninjutsu was still there. He wasn't bragging, but even the incredibly resilient Hashirama Senju wouldn't dare to withstand his fire jutsu. This kid not only withstood it, but also had the leisure to talk back. He really gave him a hard time.

"Lord Madara, let's go. You've lost too much of your life force; you can't stay here any longer!"

When Black Zetsu rushed over and saw Madara make his move from afar, it warned him. When it saw Madara make his move, it realized something was wrong. Those who had never seen Madara think he is incredibly powerful, but Black Zetsu had seen him with its own eyes. It was no exaggeration to say that even if Madara was at his peak, he would only be evenly matched with this brat. In Madara's current state, where he was barely clinging to life, fighting this brat would be tantamount to suicide.

However, it knew Madara's stubborn temper. If told the truth, Madara would definitely fight to the bitter end, so it absolutely couldn't say something like, "You can't beat him now." Instead, it hurriedly used the excuse of his life force to persuade Madara to leave, lest this brat draw his sword later, which would be troublesome. It had clearly seen that sword strike in the Land of Whirlpools, and its attack power was definitely not something Madara, who was currently clinging to life, could withstand.

"No! This brat knows our purpose and my existence. If he refuses to join us, he must die here! Fire Release..."

"Hey, even though you're my idol, I've been around for decades. Do you think I'm made of clay? Let me see how much fuel the legendary Shinobi World Asura still has left! Lion's Might - Earth Roll!"

"Roar!!"

After Madara shook his head solemnly, just as he was about to unleash another Fire Release technique, the massive Fire Release technique that Madara had just spewed out instantly transformed into more than a dozen enormous fiery lion heads that roared and charged towards Madara.

"Hmph! Even in my and Hashirama's era, you would have a place in the Sand Village's Magnet Release if you'd trained it to this level. But your current methods are still not enough. Cartoon Liu Salt Kano Ieji!"

Seeing the dozen or so flaming lion heads rushing towards him, Madara's eyes flashed with a glint of light and a question mark. Magnet Release has this kind of operation? A ninjutsu that can control other people?

Throughout his decades-long career, he had roamed the human world and killed many Magnet Release ninjas, but he never knew that Magnet Release could be used in such a cool way. However, despite his curiosity, this man, who was a master of showing off, would not miss any opportunity to be arrogant. He said disdainfully that his hands once again created a blur, and he unleashed another ancestral Fire Release: Dragon Flame. More than a dozen fire dragons, no smaller than the lion's head and even larger in size, rushed towards the lion's head.

Boom boom boom!

The fire dragon collided with the flame lion's head, and a massive burst of flames erupted instantly, leaving a scorched black mark in its wake. The area within a ten-kilometer radius became a raging sea of ​​fire, as if the sky itself had turned red.

"An idol is an idol. Out of respect for you, I will go all out from now on. This sword was originally named Golden Thorn. It is said that it originally belonged to Senju Butsuma, the father of Senju Hashirama. It disappeared after it perished in a battle with your father, Uchiha Tajima. It was later obtained by the sword-making master Cervicitis from the Land of Craftsmen. After many twists and turns, it ended up in a blacksmith shop in the Land of Iron, where I finally bought it at a high price. Because it killed your father and drank the blood of the Uchiha clan, I named it the Uchiha Great Sword!"

After Masato pulled out his pure gold greatsword, he solemnly and ceremoniously introduced the greatsword in his hand to Madara.

"Damn brat, how dare you insult my father! You deserve to die! Susanoo! (-"-Rage)"

"Duang!!!"

As the kid presented the sword with such a ritualistic air, out of the spirit of fair competition, Grandpa Ban didn't make a move but patiently listened to him introduce the great sword in his hand. Although he didn't know what the kid was up to, he had never heard of doing this before a fight, but it looked very high-end.

After hearing this, Madara was furious. This damned brat dared to bring up his father! Everyone knew that Madara Uchiha was a filial son and a good older brother. He had already awakened the Mangekyou Sharingan when his father died. At this moment, Madara, who was burning with anger, only had the thought of killing this brat in his mind. He had thrown all his die-hard fans and life force to the back of his mind. Even biological methods to cool him down could not extinguish the fire in his heart. Madara, who was already enraged, did not care about life force or world destruction. He directly began to overdraw his life force to summon his natal blue giant, picked up the blue greatsword, and slashed down at Shinto with lightning speed.

"Sigh! Idol, you're really getting old. Your chopping skills are so weak now, how are you going to survive? Leave the great cause of destroying the world to the younger generation. You might as well enjoy the rest of your life while you still have a few years left..."

Seeing that the attack hadn't even left a mark on his body, Shinto sighed and shook his head, feeling sorry for Madara. He was telling the truth, he wasn't exaggerating this time. Madara's attack, though seemingly fierce, wasn't very powerful. He hadn't felt a thing. At least White Fang's attack left some marks on him. Madara's sword was even weaker than White Fang's. Madara's condition had deteriorated too much.

"You little bastard, die!!" (╬◣д◢)

"Duang! Duang..!"

Madara felt like he was going crazy. This brat was so tough! His invincible Susanoo couldn't even cut through this brat. Madara went mad and controlled the blue giant to slash at the blue light sword. He was going to kill this bastard today!

"Sigh...! This is a new era now. Why don't you remnants of the old era just stay home and retire? Why do you have to run around like this, losing limbs and all that? Idol, you've been cutting for so long, isn't it my turn now? This sword strike is inspired by the afterimage left by the sword strike Senju Butsuma used to kill his father after obtaining this Uchiha Great Sword. Idol, please accept this sword! One-Sword Style: Love from Father!"

372. Uncle Ban: Remind me to kill this bastard when I respawn.

With both hands gripping the sword, eyes closed, and the sword swing executed in one fluid motion, a massive sword aura hundreds of meters long slashed out towards the blue giant.

"call out!"

"boom!!"

"Damn it... Ah!!"

Enraged, the old man wanted to spew more trash talk, but before he could finish, a huge black sword aura swept across the sky as if splitting the heavens in two, slamming into the blue giant and sending him flying dozens of meters, creating a massive crater.

"Crack... Clang!"

"Hmph... Damn brat... (f***ing ***)"

Although the blue giant couldn't strike Madara despite protecting him, Madara was already panting heavily due to the depletion of his life force. A crack appeared where the blue giant was struck by the sword, and the crack grew larger and larger, covering his entire body. Finally, it shattered like glass. Madara knelt in the giant pit, his teeth almost bleeding.