Chapter 305: Dance Partners for Uchiha Madara
A giant meteor fell from the sky. At this moment, time seemed to freeze.
On the battlefield below, the White Zetsus, who had been "fighting" and having a great time, all felt the terrifying pressure from above that made their souls tremble! They unanimously stopped all their actions and stiffly raised their heads to look at the sky.
On their faces, the originally uniform comical expressions were instantly replaced by extreme terror and bewilderment. A huge shadow quickly enveloped every single one of them. Before the meteor even arrived, the terrifying wind pressure had already flattened all the rubble and dust on the ground!
In the next second—
BOOM!!!!
The meteor, with its unparalleled kinetic energy, slammed hard into the earth! A giant mushroom cloud mixed with flames, dust, and rubble shot up into the sky! The shockwave, like a tsunami, spread crazily in all directions. Even the place where Uchiha Madara stood far away felt the violent tremor!
At the center of the impact point, the high temperature and shockwave instantly vaporized and annihilated everything within its range—whether it was White Zetsu, rocks, or anything else! Not even a speck of residue was left behind!
In just a few breaths, when the smoke and dust had slightly dissipated, the once-noisy "battlefield" had already disappeared, leaving only a huge, bottomless, charred meteorite crater, and the狰狞 (zhēngníng - ferocious/grim) spiderweb-like cracks that spread out from the edge of the crater.
In the face of this apocalyptic destructive power, the "war" of the White Zetsus just now seemed so ridiculous and insignificant, like a child's game.
"Hahahahaha! Hahaha—!"
After doing all this, as if casually brushing away a speck of dust, Uchiha Madara threw his head back and let out an even more hearty and unrestrained wild laugh! The laughter echoed in the empty and desolate Kamui dimension, filled with an endless sense of power and absolute confidence in his own strength!
The first step of his resurrection had been taken. And clearing away these useless cannon fodder was just an insignificant prelude to him announcing his return to this ninja world.
After Uchiha Madara left, Uchiha Douhuan's true body silently stepped out from the entrance of the Kamui dimension. He glanced at the huge meteorite crater and the surrounding spreading cracks, the corner of his mouth hooking into an imperceptible arc.
Almost at the same time as he appeared, on the empty ground not far in front of him, the soil churned, and one after another, pure white figures drilled out like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. The leader was precisely Tobi, who had just perfectly played the part of "Black Zetsu" in front of Uchiha Madara. And behind him was a dense, astonishingly numerous army of White Zetsu—precisely the actors who had been "gloriously sacrificed" under the Tengai Shinsei just now.
They quickly lined up, their movements neat and uniform. Although their appearance was comical, at this moment, they exuded a strange sense of discipline.
"Salute to Lord Douhuan!" Tobi took a step forward, his voice loud and clear, and snapped to attention.
"Loyalty! Sincerity!" Behind him, several thousand White Zetsu stomped their feet, puffed out their chests, and raised their heads at the same time, letting out a deafening roar. Several thousand pairs of eyes focused on Uchiha Douhuan in unison.
This scene was absurd, yet it carried a heart-stopping sense of ritual.
It had to be said that even their Konoha's regular army, when he inspected them, could not guarantee such neatness. After all, Konoha's army had only recently transitioned from the profession of ninja mercenaries, and they had not yet formed habits in some matters.
Uchiha Douhuan nodded with satisfaction, smiled slightly, and slowly raised his arm, returning the salute.
"Loyalty! Sincerity!" His voice was not loud, but it clearly entered the ears of every White Zetsu.
After the salute, he lowered his arm, his face showing an approving smile. He gently, one by one, began to applaud.
"Everyone has worked hard!" His gaze swept across this special "army" before him, his tone gentle yet full of power. "This opening performance, the effect was far beyond expectations."
"To be loyal to Lord Douhuan!" Tobi once again shouted at the top of his lungs. The White Zetsus behind him also shouted along, the sound waves rolling, appearing particularly abrupt yet full of passion in this desolate space.
"Very well done!" Uchiha Douhuan said with a laugh, his smile deepening. "Our target, that proud ancestor, has already been deeply convinced by everything he has seen. He has been revived, has taken back his power, and is now impatiently waiting to personally enter the stage to clear away the last few insignificant obstacles for our 'Eye of the Moon Plan'."
He paused for a moment, his voice rising a few notches, "But this is just the beginning! We still need to redouble our efforts, to perfectly execute every subsequent step, until we finally achieve our common goal, to complete that great, world-bringing eternal peace—the Eye of the Moon Plan!"
"Yes!!" The several thousand White Zetsu once again shouted in unison, their spirits high.
However, after the enthusiastic atmosphere had cooled down a bit, Tobi took a few steps forward and came before Uchiha Douhuan, a look of well-timed "worry" on his face.
"However, Lord Douhuan," he lowered his voice, his tone becoming pragmatic. "There is still a rather thorny problem. Although we White Zetsu brothers are numerous, and our transformation and simulation techniques can deceive most people, simulating an ordinary Chunin, Jonin, or even an elite Jonin is no problem."
"But... the Kage-level powerhouses of various villages, whether it's their unique fighting styles, their trump card secret techniques, or that level of chakra pressure and combat awareness, we really have a hard time imitating perfectly. If we keep using cannon fodder to wear them down, or use some specious 'powerhouses' to deal with them, it's hard to guarantee that Uchiha Madara won't notice something is wrong at some point..."
This was a realistic loophole in the plan. The advantage of the White Zetsu lay in their numbers and disguise, not in the quality of their top-tier combat power.
"Heh heh, that..." Upon hearing this, Uchiha Douhuan's face not only showed no difficulty, but he laughed instead. "Not a big problem. Ancestor Madara has been silent for so long. He has finally regained his peak strength, even surpassing the past. At this moment, his heart is surging, and he is eager for a truly hearty battle to dance. As his junior, how can I not arrange some... truly suitable dance partners for him, to let him enjoy himself to the fullest?"
As he spoke, Uchiha Douhuan waved his hand in the air. With a few light "poof" sounds, several huge sealing scrolls were unfurled. Immediately after, under the curious gazes of the group of White Zetsu, one after another, ancient, gloomy coffins, accompanied by the heavy sound of landing, were neatly arranged in front of the white army!
The coffins were all of a dark tone, with complex runes carved on them, exuding an ominous and cold aura, which was completely out of place with the lively (or rather noisy) atmosphere of the White Zetsus.
"Since this ancestor of mine wants to dance," Uchiha Douhuan said with a light laugh, his gaze sweeping over the row of coffins, finally landing back on the astonished and gradually excited White Zetsus. "Then, are there any more suitable dance partners than those who once dominated the ninja world and stood at the pinnacle of their respective villages—the successive 'Kage'?"
He paused for a moment, as if announcing a great piece of good news, his tone even carrying a hint of temptation:
"So, now the question is—who wants to be the... Impure World Reincarnation sacrifice to briefly bring the successive Kage back to the world?"
Silence.
After a brief silence, there was a fanatical response like a volcanic eruption!
"Me, me, me! Pick me, pick me!"
"Lord Douhuan, look at me! My acting is the best! My death will definitely be the most realistic!"
"Nonsense! The last time I pretended to be a Cloud Jonin, I was clearly more convincing! It should be my turn this time!"
"What are you talking about? You went to study how to poop in the middle of your performance last time! It's better to let me do it!"
"All of you, move aside! I've been studying the Third Tsuchikage for three days and three nights for this moment! I even know his Dust Release hand seals!"
The group of White Zetsu instantly fell into a frantic scramble. The scene immediately became extremely chaotic. They pushed and shoved forward, waving their arms, even pushing and pulling each other. Some had already started to attack each other with simple Wood Release, trying to push their competitors back into the ground.
This scene, to the uninformed, would not seem like they were fighting for the chance to be a sacrifice, but for some once-in-a-lifetime grand prize or a precious spot to perform on stage.
Uchiha Douhuan stood to the side, watching this chaotic scene with a smile, and did not immediately stop it. He had long figured out the peculiar character of this group of White Zetsu.
As products of the ancient Infinite Tsukuyomi, transformed by the power of the God Tree, they essentially did not have the concept of "life only once" like conventional creatures. Death for them was more like a long cooldown, after which they could be reborn under the power of the God Tree.
Therefore, for these extremely bored White Zetsu, whose first priority was to find fun, the temptation of being able to participate in such a grand, interesting, and even "play" an important role—even if it was a sacrifice—was infinite.
In their eyes, the row of coffins that Uchiha Douhuan had laid out was not some terrifying thing that led to death at all, but a series of precious opportunities to leap from an unknown "extra" to a special actor with important "lines" and "scenes"! Besides Tobi, who had already become the leader of the White Zetsu, this group of White Zetsus, who loved to add scenes for themselves and pursue a sense of existence and fun whenever they had nothing to do, naturally no one was willing to let go of this "chance to become famous."
Seeing that the several thousand White Zetsu were about to start a full-scale brawl for these dozen or so spots, and might even trigger a large-scale internal strife, Uchiha Douhuan had no choice but to cough lightly and step out to maintain order.
"Silence!"
His voice was not loud, but it contained a trace of majesty, which instantly quieted down the commotion of the White Zetsu. All of them looked at him with eager eyes, waiting for the "casting" results.
"Since it is such a 'glorious' mission, for the sake of fairness," Uchiha Douhuan said with a playful smile on his face. "We will use the most traditional and fairest way to decide—drawing lots."
Soon, under Uchiha Douhuan's supervision, the White Zetsu lined up and, one by one, drew slips of paper that would decide their fate from a temporarily made wooden box.
In the end, a dozen or so "lucky winners" were born.
"Yay! I got it! It's me!"
"Great! I can play the sacrifice for the Fourth Kazekage!"
"Third Raikage! Mine! Nobody touch it!"
The White Zetsus who had drawn the winning lots were overjoyed, dancing with joy, as if they had won the lottery. They couldn't wait to run to those coffins, almost fighting to lie down inside, with satisfied and expectant smiles on their faces, as if they were not going to be sacrificed, but to receive an award.
And those White Zetsus who had not drawn a spot were beating their chests and stomping their feet, gritting their teeth, staring deadly at the dozen or so lucky comrades who were lying in the coffins with envious and jealous eyes. The air was filled with a thick smell of sourness and disappointment.
"Damn it... why isn't it me..."
"Next time! This kind of opportunity will be mine next time!"
"You few, remember to die in a good-looking way! Don't lose face for us White Zetsu!"
Amidst a clamor of "blessings," the scene was finally ready.
Uchiha Douhuan walked to the front of the row of coffins, the relaxed smile on his face slowly receding, becoming solemn. He raised his hands and began to slowly and precisely form one complex and arcane seal after another.
"Impure World Reincarnation!"
Weng—!
A powerful chakra was instantly injected into the earth, connecting to the coffins and the White Zetsu sacrifices within. Dark black runes, like living tadpoles, quickly crawled all over each coffin. The coffin lids began to vibrate violently, and a cold, deathly, yet mixed with a powerful chakra fluctuation, aura seeped out from the cracks of the coffins!
In the next moment, all the coffin lids opened with a boom at the same time!
One after another, figures slowly floated up from the coffins.
The former Raikage of the Cloud Village, A, his skin dark, his body as sturdy as a bear, his whole body shining with a faint blue Lightning Release chakra glow!
The successive Kazekage of the Sand Village, controlling floating gold sand and iron sand, their gazes sharp and cold!
The Second Tsuchikage of Iwagakure, Mū, with his body wrapped in bandages!
The former Mizukage of the Mist Village, their bodies seeming to be filled with a thick water vapor and the smell of blood...
Except for the successive Hokage of Konoha, almost all the "Kage" who had left a prominent name in the long history of the other major ninja villages were all present!
Among them, there was even the Fourth Raikage, A, who had just died not long ago and still had a look of bewilderment and astonishment on his face!
Over a dozen powerhouses who had once stood at the pinnacle of the ninja world were forcibly summoned back from the Pure Land in this ominous way and gathered here. They looked around at the strange environment with confusion and vigilance. In the end, their gazes all fell on the only one who exuded a fresh life force and was obviously the caster, Uchiha Douhuan.
A powerful sense of oppression instantly gathered, sufficient to make an ordinary ninja's liver and gallbladder split. And among them, A, whose whole body's muscles were solidified, had his aura directly locked onto Uchiha Douhuan, as if he was about to erupt in the next moment.
However, Uchiha Douhuan just calmly met these gazes, the corner of his mouth re-emerging with that everything-is-under-control smile.
Uchiha Douhuan did not say much, just directly formed a seal, causing the consciousness of these successive Kage to fall into a deep sleep. Although these Impure World Reincarnation bodies could not exert their full strength in this way, he had never considered letting these people who couldn't even beat Uchiha Madara when they were alive go and stop the other party. What Uchiha Douhuan wanted was just to make the commotion of the battle a little bigger, and then draw another actor into the theater.
(End of chapter)
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