He was in Konoha, exuding an aura of dominance.

With the Sage of Six Paths above him, this isn't cowardice; it's a case of "a wise man submits to circumstances."

At worst, I'll just have to endure it for a hundred or two hundred years until this kid is gone!

“Didn’t you notice that I’ve been calling your name the whole time? Kurama,” Isogen said.

"I thought those bastards told you."

Yes, that's true.

The fifty strings started playing.

He rarely referred to himself as Kurama (Nine-Tails), after all, for those in the ninja world who craved power, such immense power was insignificant and completely unnecessary. The later use of the name Kurama came much later, by which time he could roam the world freely, easily capturing and questioning any tailed beast.

There is also a very simple and direct reason.

It was Mito Uzumaki who suppressed the Nine-Tails.

Given her doting affection for Isogen, even if Isogen pronounced Kurama's name and Kurama acknowledged it, she would only be surprised for a moment before ignoring it.

After all, naming pets is an old custom in the ninja world.

There are even members of the Inuzuka clan who fall in love with their ninja dogs.

That's considered good. Some members of the Nara clan even fell in love with their own intelligence. It just goes to show that there are a lot of oddballs in the ninja world, especially this year.

Getting back to the point, Nine-Tails was terrified: "That guy has a ten-tailed fox? Where is it?"

"Don't be nervous, even if he had the Ten-Tails, it wouldn't be of any use to him in his current state."

"You're only thinking like that because you're human, I'm a tailed beast." Kurama said unhappily.

The Ten-Tails' descent into the ninja world might mean the destruction of the world and instant death for humans. But for the tailed beasts, who are accustomed to freedom, it is a battle that completely strips them of their freedom and consciousness, a battle they must complete.

"Wait!" Nine-Tails suddenly thought of something, his eyes narrowed, and his expression became wary.

"You captured King Mu and the Bull Demon King, not to use them as food for that person, right?"

He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly shouted, "Hey, old woman, you have no sportsmanship!"

.

The Nine-Tails' chakra receded, and the gentle, noblewoman returned.

Looking at Yu Ge, she smiled gently and said, "Whatever you want to do, Grandma will support you."

Unlike Hiruzen Sarutobi, who was older and liked to preach, she preferred to inspire young people's potential through encouragement.

The role of elders in guiding young people is primarily one of protection and guidance.

As long as the child doesn't go astray, then protection should outweigh guidance.

Especially for elders who are not good at this field, they should not interfere with the path their children want to take in the future.

Instead of wasting time and effort, you should spend some money to find a professional expert in this field for your child, instead of just slapping your hands and saying, "How was I supposed to know?" when problems arise.

Moreover, given what Igogaku has achieved so far, even if Hashirama Senju were to be resurrected, he would have to ask how he did it.

Feeling encouraged by Mito Uzumaki, Isogen nodded, his fighting spirit soaring.

He has already come up with a plan and is implementing it!

……

Arriving at the laboratory, he took out the White Zetsu and groped it for a while before Igarashi sat down at his desk and picked up a pen.

[Black Zetsu, searching for your mother, are you still crying over the beautiful woman on the moon? But don't worry, you won't have to cry anymore soon.]

[Because a member of your mother's clan is secretly planning a triumphant return, intending to use your mother as fertilizer; you're about to lose your mother!]

Are you happy? Don't be too happy, listen to me sing: There's only one mother in the world who is good...

After writing it down, he stuffed it into the White Zetsu's stomach, and Isogen expanded his perception range, searching for other White Zetsu within Konoha.

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Chapter 52 Black Zetsu: Who opened my account?!

There are White Zetsu around Konoha, but the White Zetsu monitoring Konoha don't dare to attack at close range like they do when monitoring other ninja villages.

With the first White Zetsu opening up the situation for Igarashi, the White Zetsu, who had previously been hard to find after developing the ability to lock onto the power of the Divine Tree, was no different from a naked cow in Igarashi's eyes.

Well, there is a difference; white Zetsu isn't as pretty as cowgirl.

A short while later he dug a white Zetsu disguised as a groundhog out of the ground.

"Whether the tadpole can find its mother depends on you."

A graceful parabola arced through the air as the White Zetsu, which had only recently arrived and was forced to continue its journey, shouldered its pack once more.

The dark temple, with its broken bricks and tiles, was filled with sounds like the wailing of ghosts in the desolate wilderness.

A faint, expectant voice emanated from the temple, which was covered in weeds.

"Lord Ban, according to the information we have gathered, the mountain god worshipped here is real, but just like the one we found before, it has lost even the most basic intelligence."

A group of White Zetsu, armed with tools, began emergency repairs on the temple, while Black Zetsu approached Madara Uchiha to report on their work.

"Where is the strength?"

"I don't know yet, but after so many years, even if it's well preserved, it can probably only reach the level of an ordinary Jonin."

Madara Uchiha frowned.

Too low.

Although every Jonin in a major ninja village is considered a pillar of the village according to the power rankings in the ninja world, it is still too low for Uchiha Madara, who once stood at the pinnacle.

His enemy is a powerful figure capable of defeating a group of Jonin with a single blow; he's not someone like this weakling who can stop him.

Even though the strength of a Jonin is no different from that of a god in the eyes of ordinary people, in ancient times, ninjas who could summon lightning storms with a wave of their hand and split mountains and cut off rivers were no different from gods in the eyes of ordinary people.

A true god would have been even more powerful in his prime, but that's all in the past.

Even now, he finds it troublesome to be used as cannon fodder.

He knew that gods really existed, but most so-called gods were just powerful beasts, some were summoned beasts, and the most advanced were chakra aggregates or products of a chemical reaction between chakra and human will.

Black Zetsu said helplessly, "There's nothing I can do, Lord Madara. It's not easy to find a guy who's been around for so long, hasn't died out, and still has some fighting power. This kind of guy is a high-quality one that we finally managed to find."

The hardest thing in the world is not that something is difficult to do, but that something is difficult to do but you have to do it.

To borrow a phrase from a blunt person: Where did you find these few wild onions in this desolate wilderness?

Brother, you'd be lucky to find even a few scallions in this desolate wilderness.

Hei Jue seemed slightly tired.

He couldn't help but complain about the native gods of the ninja world.

Couldn't you have held on a little longer and waited until we got here? Then we could have saved you.

If you ask him why these local deities have fallen into their current predicament, you'll find out.

Why are you asking me? I wasn't even born yet back then.

Moreover, most of the responsibility for all of this should be attributed to that damned Sage of Six Paths, Hagoromo Otsutsuki!

Although the disaster had ended, the roots of the Divine Tree were still scattered all over the world. The Sage of Six Paths specially set out to remove these roots one by one. In the process, he eliminated some local gods who had survived by chance, considering them threats.

Although it is true that those guys were useless, knowing that it was not a good time to stand out, they still insisted on asking the villagers for offerings, which hit the Sage of Six Paths' G-spot.

"Actually, it's not bad. After all, we only have a small number of White Zetsu right now, and White Zetsu are not good at fighting. It's more reassuring to have these puppets help us than to leave them to the White Zetsu."

Madara Uchiha remained noncommittal.

However, he still felt that it was more reliable to improve the Impure World Reincarnation himself and make this body exert even greater power than to slowly search for long-lost powerhouses.

If these gods were truly powerful, they wouldn't have fallen to this state.

Ha, saying that sounds like I'm mocking myself.

If I were stronger, and had defeated Hashirama at the Valley of the End, none of this would have happened.

Ultimately, it all comes down to the fact that I'm not strong enough!

After several failures, Madara Uchiha realized his limitations.

He was proud but not stupid; he was powerful and a highly skilled ninja.

Intelligence analysis is a ninja's forte.

All failures stemmed from insufficient firepower. He needed an army to distract others, but his own hard power was essential; he had to achieve both simultaneously.

Suddenly, Black Jue's expression shifted.

"Lord Madara, it seems to be a White Zetsu that has returned from Konoha. I'll go check on it."

Madara Uchiha needs to maintain the operation of the technique, which is one of the reasons why he dislikes the body resurrected by the Impure World Reincarnation.

Things that used to be easy now take more time and energy.

……

"letter?"

Upon seeing what White Zetsu had delivered, Black Zetsu's expression froze, instinctively sensing something was amiss, and his vigilance heightened.

How could anyone in the ninja world possibly send them a letter? This letter is definitely suspicious!

"You go up and test the waters."

Black Zetsu decisively chose one of the White Zetsu to go and probe for mines.

Anyway, White Zetsu has strong vitality, and most injuries heal in the blink of an eye.

After several rounds of testing, Black Zetsu realized with a start that it really did seem to be just a letter.

"Let me see it."

The letter arrived, and Black Zetsu glanced at it.

[Black Zetsu searching for his mother...]