Naruto: My Chat Group Spans History.

"Oh my god, a giant turtle!"

Hearing Obito's words, Madara lowered his gaze: "This is your genjutsu territory. You can show me whatever you want."

The implication is, who knows if you've fabricated some images to fool me?

"Well..." Obito scratched his head.

That's not right. When Hashirama showed his memories to others, Madara immediately believed him. Why is it that when it's his turn, the other party is full of suspicion?

After thinking for a moment, Obito suddenly had a flash of inspiration:

"Hey, I've got it. Since you don't believe me, why don't we just capture Black Zetsu and read his memories?"

"Isn't that black guy claiming to be the embodiment of your will? But he has been wandering the ninja world for over a thousand years, and his memory is instantly recognizable as real or fake."

Madara stared at Obito and slowly nodded.

In truth, he had already believed it to some extent, but the story was too bizarre to accept entirely.

What Obito just showed him was clearly something from the future. To be able to glimpse the future? This kind of power is obviously beyond the scope of a ninja, isn't it?

But whether it's true or not, you only need to catch Black Zetsu and test it to find out.

Whether he is the true embodiment of his own will, or the third child hidden by Kaguya Otsutsuki, will soon be answered.

Obito dispelled the genjutsu, and the two returned to reality.

Ban became old and hunched over again.

Ban remained silent, then stretched out his palm to the side. Soon, a clump of black mud slowly oozed from Ban's hand.

Upon landing, it transformed into a standing human figure.

"Lord Madara," Black Zetsu said respectfully.

His gaze shifted back and forth between Obito and Madara, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

What were they talking about?

However, the next second, Black Zetsu's curiosity immediately turned into horror: "Lord Madara! What are you doing?"

With a crisp sound, a black rod shot out from Madara's hand, pinning Black Zetsu firmly to the ground.

But that wasn't enough. Immediately afterward, more black rods arrived, firmly securing Black Zetsu's entire body.

"Lord Madara!" Black Zetsu was completely baffled.

Why would Madara Uchiha suddenly attack him?

Madara shakily rose from the stone chair, and Obito quickly stepped forward to help him, fearing that something might happen to his old gold coin.

"Watch your step, don't make any mistakes at this crucial moment. It would be embarrassing if you fell and died."

Ban glanced at the other person with a hint of helplessness. Why did this kid keep saying such auspicious things?

How could Madara Uchiha, a man of great stature, be killed by a fall?

The two walked up to Black Zetsu. Madara activated Yin-Yang Release and Sharingan, tightly gripped Black Zetsu's head, and began to dig into Black Zetsu's deep memories.

After a short while, Ban withdrew his hand, his face pale.

Black Zetsu's memories spanning thousands of years are like a vast ocean. Madara only managed to read a small portion before feeling overwhelmed, as he was extremely weak at the moment.

"See? I didn't fool you, did I?" Obito said smugly.

"I told you I was completely fooled by this guy, but you just wouldn't believe me."

Madara's gaze was heavy as it fell upon Black Zetsu. Even though he had only gleaned a small portion of Black Zetsu's memories, and even those were mostly trivial daily matters...

But this is enough to confirm what Obito said.

Black Zetsu claims to be the embodiment of his will, yet Madara Uchiha's lifespan, even rounded up, doesn't even reach a hundred years.

Where did you get your thousand-year memory from, Black Zetsu?

It seems that I have indeed been manipulated by Black Zetsu all along. The Eye of the Moon Project and the stone tablet prophecy were all part of Black Zetsu's scheme.

It turns out that I was just a pawn on someone else's chessboard all along, and I was completely unaware of it. How pathetic and laughable!

"Hehehe..."

Ban suddenly let out a low laugh.

Madara suddenly attacked, his black rod, enhanced by Yin-Yang Release, hurtling straight towards Black Zetsu, intending to finish him off.

Since Madara awakened the Rinnegan, he has studied the Six Paths forbidden techniques and Yin-Yang Release for many years. A Black Zetsu who cannot resist him could never escape from his hands.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

Obito suddenly reached out and grabbed him, and Madara's movements froze in mid-air.

"You want to stop me?"

Madara suddenly turned around, his eyes bloodshot, and his murderous gaze stunned Obito.

But Obito still held down Ban's arm and quietly took the black stick from his hand.

"At your age, don't resort to violence so easily."

"Come on, calm down."

Obito helped Madara sit on the stone chair and gently patted his back to comfort him.

Chapter 95: Gold Coins Galore!

Madara was speechless for a moment. "Obito, what exactly do you want to do?"

He found Obito's way of thinking hard to understand. Since Obito had exposed Black Zetsu's conspiracy, shouldn't his goal be to help him break free from control?

But why would you hinder me from getting rid of Black Zetsu, this scourge?

Obito rubbed his hands together and said with a smile:

"It's all for the gold coins. Killing him won't do me much good, and I won't get much money. It's better to keep him alive; he'll be very useful to me."

Once Black Zetsu dies, no one will be able to save Kaguya, but this is not a huge change, since according to the original script, Kaguya will eventually be resealed.

Leaving Black Zetsu, or rather, leaving Kaguya, creates enough variables to generate a steady stream of gold coins.

Madara clearly couldn't understand Obito's line of thinking.

His face was full of confusion.

Obito waved his hand: "Oh well, just listen to me, you can't go wrong."

Ban sighed softly. The ideas of young people these days are really peculiar.

Oh well, Obito is in charge here after all, so let him be.

"What are you planning to do next?" Ban asked.

At this moment, Madara seemed somewhat confused, realizing that the Eye of the Moon plan he had pursued his entire life was actually a deception by Black Zetsu.

This clearly couldn't continue, and for a moment, he didn't know what to do.

"My plan is simple: unify the ninja world and end the war."

Upon hearing Obito's reply, a glint of light flashed in Madara's murky eyes.

This kid's ideas are exactly the same as mine when I was young.

He had once had such a thought, but unfortunately Hashirama did not agree, so he had no choice but to give up.

Now that Obito has brought this up again, Madara's dormant memories have been awakened; Hashirama is gone.

In the current ninja world, who can stop Obito?

The answer is: Nobody.

Madara smiled with relief, never expecting that he would witness the unification of the ninja world before his death.

Thus, he had no regrets, even though he had gone to another world.

They can also righteously criticize Hashirama, pointing out how wrong his choice was back then.

"My Rinnegan is in Amegakure, residing in a little guy named Nagato. Go and retrieve it; it might be of some help to you."

Obito glanced at Madara sideways: "Why would I need that thing? I can evolve on my own when I want to."

"You can keep it for yourself."

Before he finished speaking, Obito walked up to Black Zetsu, squatted down, and pulled out several black rods stuck in Black Zetsu's body.

"Black Zetsu, how about considering my proposal?"

"What do you want to say?" Black Zetsu asked in a deep voice.

Obito glared at him and used his Sharingan to transmit a message to Black Zetsu.

After receiving the message, Black Zetsu suddenly became somewhat excited: "Are you telling the truth?"

"Why would I lie to you? If I hadn't stopped it, you would already be dead at Madara's hands. Why would I need to lie to you?"

Having received Obito's confirmation, Black Zetsu nodded: "Alright, then I am willing to pledge my loyalty to you, Lord Obito."

Obito smiled, removed the other black rods from Black Zetsu's body, and released him.

Then, Black Zetsu obediently clung to Obito, and Madara couldn't help but glance at him.

Ha, you bastard, you call yourself the embodiment of my will, and you've already switched sides?

Obito walked up to Madara with a big smile and held out a fist to him:

"Come on, Madara, let's work together to create a world far from the ravages of war, so that the future generations of Konoha will never have to suffer the ravages of war again."

As Madara looked at Obito's smiling face, he seemed to see Hashirama's image superimposed upon him for a moment.

However, he still chose to shake his head.

"No, I am already decayed, and I will not participate in the future of the ninja world."

"I'll wait here for your good news. Then I'll go down and tell Hashirama that he was wrong."

Obito, however, seemed completely unconcerned.

"What decay? Your little problem is easy for me to handle. I could keep you energetic for another five hundred years without any problem."