Escape from Konoha.

One was responsible for investigating the higher-ups, one for the Ninja Academy, and one for infiltrating the Uchiha clan's territory. The three White Zetsu, who were infiltrating Konoha, had very clear divisions of labor.

They were already adept at intelligence gathering, and even in the most difficult-to-infiltrate ninja villages, given enough time, they could successfully establish intelligence channels.

The White Zetsu, who was in charge of the Uchiha clan's territory, roamed underground as if no one else was there.

He is like a ghost that doesn't exist; to this day, no one has discovered his whereabouts.

Even the Uchiha clan wouldn't be able to find his trail.

This White Zetsu was smug.

While weak combat ability is a weakness of most White Zetsu, each of them possesses exceptional stealth abilities, and only a very few special sensory ninjas can detect their presence.

Based on the characteristics of the Uchiha clan, there are no sensory ninjas in this clan.

Therefore, monitoring information about the Uchiha clan was the easiest task in his eyes.

It seems I'll be able to report back to Lord Madara soon. The White Zetsu was in a very good mood.

Just as he was about to continue, a chilling feeling of being secretly watched by some kind of creature made his white body, which was swimming in the soil, stop.

He turned his head and almost screamed in fright.

A pair of dark eyes suddenly emerged from the soil beside him, staring at him without warning.

What is this?

The moment this thought crossed White Zetsu's mind, the soil around him began to wriggle, contract, and become incredibly soft, like a swamp. White Zetsu felt a suffocating pressure and then lost consciousness.

Everything happened so suddenly that the White Zetsu didn't even get a clear look at what the enemy looked like.

When Bai Jue woke up, he found himself sitting on a stone chair, his whole body bound with restraints.

This is a secret room, and the light emitted by the lamp is dim and yellowish, barely illuminating the room.

Standing in front of him were a boy and a girl, both around fifteen or sixteen years old.

The woman was dressed in a black, tight-fitting ninja outfit, with a cold expression. Just standing there gave him a strong sense of oppression.

The man, wearing a white coat, roamed over his body with a strange gaze that sent chills down his spine.

Bai Jue, stared at by that strange gaze, couldn't help but tremble.

Although he felt that the girl was stronger, for some reason, the boy was more dangerous.

The man and woman were Shiraishi and Ruri.

Hello, everyone.

White Zetsu tried his best to use exaggerated comedic art to adjust the cold atmosphere on set and, incidentally, reduce his own inner tension.

Shiraishi and Ruri ignored White Zetsu's exaggerated and deliberately comical behavior.

After the awkward silence, Shiraishi turned to Ruri and said:

"Now that we've captured him alive, I plan to use the Spirit Transformation Technique to possess his mental world and extract information from within. I'll leave my body to you."

Seeing Liuli nod seriously, Baishi immediately formed a hand seal, closed his eyes, and then his body emitted light, and a phantom human figure that looked exactly like Baishi floated in mid-air.

This illusory human body is the soul of Shiraishi.

After his soul left his body, Bai Shi ignored Bai Jue's struggling body and rushed directly towards Bai Jue's body, merging with it and connecting with Bai Jue's spiritual world.

White Zetsu, sitting on the stone chair, struggled even more violently, cold sweat pouring down his face.

But no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free from Shiraishi's possession and prevent Shiraishi from exploring his spiritual world; it was all a futile struggle.

Wandering in the spiritual world of White Zetsu, White Stone discovered that his soul had entered a completely blank space, and he couldn't help but show a look of astonishment.

When he used spiritual techniques to explore other people's spiritual worlds in the past, the scenes presented to him were never like this.

Some memories will always remain.

But... this empty mental world, does this guy have nothing in his head?

How could there be such a strange creature?

"Could it be that his memories aren't here, but reside in some other 'object'...?"

Although it's a bit unbelievable, it seems to be the only answer.

Even animals without intelligence have their own spiritual world, and their spiritual world is not empty.

Therefore, Shiraishi can conclude that the memories leading to the origins of this white creature are sealed away elsewhere.

Just as Shiraishi was about to leave, a gigantic scarlet eye suddenly appeared in his otherwise empty mental world.

A powerful chakra that Shiraishi had never felt before rushed towards him.

Cold and dark.

I felt like a small boat in a tsunami, in danger of capsizing at any moment.

"Sharingan... How is this possible!?"

Bai Shi was immediately taken aback.

These enormous scarlet pupils, along with the symbolic three black tomoe, are clearly an enlarged version of the Sharingan.

The dark, curse-filled power of his eyes was even more oppressive than the pressure emanating from Liuli.

Outside, Bai Jue suddenly roared loudly, his face twisted and ferocious, his eyeballs cracked with countless blood vessels, as if they might explode at any moment.

Shiro's illusory spirit quickly detached from the white Zetsu's body and returned to its own.

When he returned to his body, his face was covered in cold sweat. He stood there, pale-faced, without saying a word, looking at the White Zetsu who was roaring wildly.

The final roar abruptly ceased. White Zetsu sat motionless on the stone chair, his mouth agape at its widest extent, his eyes rolled upwards to their limit—he was dead.

"what happened?"

Liuli, unaware of what Baishi had just experienced, spoke with concern as she helped him sit down to the side.

After sitting down, Shiraishi's fingers on the armrest trembled slightly, looking as if he was still in shock.

After a long silence, his voice was hoarse as he struggled to utter a single sentence:

"Sharingan..."

"Sharingan?"

"A Sharingan with even greater power than yours... what a monster..."

At this point, Shiraishi slowly closed his eyes, seemingly still recovering from the shock he had just experienced.

Upon hearing Baishi reveal these crucial details, Liuli's brows furrowed deeply.

"You mean, you encountered a Sharingan genjutsu in this guy's mental world?"

"Yes, the opponent's Sharingan genjutsu is very strong. At least I have never seen such a terrifying Sharingan before..."

Shiraishi reopened his eyes, glanced at Ruri, and nodded.

His words naturally included Liuli as well.

The opponent's use of the Sharingan is far superior to that of Ruri.

"I know those people's strength very well. I dare not say that my eye power is the strongest in the Uchiha clan now, but there are definitely no more than two pairs of Sharingan that can match mine."

"But that's the truth. The person who set up the Sharingan genjutsu in this guy's mental world has eye power far superior to yours."

Shiraishi didn't want to undermine Ruri's confidence, but that was the truth.

Hearing Shiraishi repeatedly affirm this point, Ruri realized that she was being unreasonable and calmed down to think about it.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't guess who else in the Uchiha clan today possessed Sharingan power that surpassed hers.

"It seems I was wrong from the start. This level of protection involves not only Wood Release and Tailed Beasts, but also the Sharingan. This guy's appearance is likely unrelated to the village's higher-ups... There is someone else behind it all."

Shiraishi let out a breath, his eyes filled with solemnity.

I need to be more careful in the future.

The Land of Rain will be temporarily designated as a restricted area to avoid further contact with the Akatsuki.

He didn't want to be targeted by an unknown enemy because of something like this.

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"Lord Madara, the White Zetsu who was investigating the Uchiha clan's territory has gone missing."

In the dimly lit, enormous cavern, a white Zetsu emerged from the ground and immediately reported to the old man sitting on the wooden chair.

“I know, the illusion I set in his mind has been triggered, he has clearly been captured.”

The old man's eyes flickered, as if he were lost in thought.

"Won't our intelligence be leaked?"

White Zetsu was a little worried.

"No, the moment the illusion is triggered, it will trigger another suicide spell, and that White Zetsu is already dead."

The old man said calmly.

"As expected of Lord Madara, it's just a pity about that White Zetsu."

White Zetsu chuckled, showing no sorrow whatsoever for the death of that White Zetsu.

Because their sole purpose in existence is to serve as tools for their masters to profit.

"Let's withdraw our forces from Konoha. I never expected that such an excellent ninja would emerge in our clan after I left. We can't act rashly."

The old man's face was filled with regret.

"Are we just going to give up monitoring the Uchiha clan like this?"

"It's not about giving up. We'll wait until things calm down before sending White Zetsu out again. Or, when the Fourth Shinobi World War resumes, that will be a good opportunity."

After all, some of his clansmen had already detected the presence of White Zetsu. Regardless of the method used, it meant that he couldn't easily obtain all the information about the Uchiha clan and carefully select a 'representative' who suited his needs.

Seeing that the old man was in a bad mood, White Zetsu wisely burrowed into the ground and disappeared from the old man's sight.

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Hunting the White Eyes

Ninja Academy.