"What… What? Meet in the real world?"
"Why suddenly bring something like that up?"
In the Genjutsu leisure mini-game Homeland, inside the house jointly built by Muzi and Radama, Uchiha Madara was stunned speechless the moment he heard Muzi propose such an invitation.
With her hands on her hips, Muzi laughed in a brash and carefree way. "I just purely want to meet you in the real world, Radama-senpai! After all, we've known each other for several months now, and we're both in the Leaf. Isn't meeting face-to-face just natural?"
"And it's perfect timing too—only ten days left until the launch event for the new game Shinobi World War! Let's go together!"
Hearing this, and looking at the sparkling light in her eyes, Uchiha Madara could clearly feel the girl's sincerity—she genuinely wanted to meet him in person.
If this were on Earth, it'd be a textbook case of someone flying a thousand miles just to give themselves away, the kind of pure and sweet generosity that would make any innocent virgin boy lose his mind and agree on the spot.
Someone more cautious and paranoid might start to suspect this was some kind of scam—or worse, that he'd get his kidneys stolen in some seedy black market trap.
But Uchiha Madara was nothing like either of those. He completely trusted Muzi. He'd never even once suspected she was deceiving him, and he firmly believed in her sincere wish to meet him.
But the problem was…
He himself was the one doing the deceiving.
The old man was fully aware that in Muzi's eyes, he appeared as a reliable senpai, likely around his early thirties. Cool, handsome, badass, and strong (at least, according to Madara's own perception of how she saw him), in the prime of manhood.
After all, Madara had never told Muzi his real age.
If it were anyone else, he wouldn't care about being exposed. But in front of Muzi, he just couldn't bring himself to reveal it—just like he could never admit weakness or his old age in front of his old friend, Hashirama Senju.
Only those two—Hashirama and Muzi—were special. He just couldn't let them know he was an old man already halfway into the grave.
So even though it wasn't visible under the mask, Uchiha Madara was definitely breaking out in a cold sweat.
What to do? What now? What should I do? Agreeing is… not an option!
Once they meet, he won't be able to hide his real appearance!
But...
Flat-out refusing felt too harsh...
Staring at Muzi's radiant eyes, Madara found that simple words of rejection weighed like a thousand pounds. He just couldn't say them.
After a long pause, Madara finally said, "I'll… think about it…"
He didn't come up with any excuse, like saying he had something that day. The old Madara wasn't someone who couldn't lie—he could string lies together like poetry, as seen when he deceived Obito Uchiha in the original story.
But when facing Muzi, Madara couldn't even bring himself to spin a little excuse. His very soul resisted the thought.
Muzi was a bit disappointed by the answer, but quickly bounced back, her eyes filled with burning spirit and determination—a powerful resolve to "slay" Madara and drag him into an IRL meet-up by sheer force of will.
Just as Kei had said, Madara might try to reject or delay, but with persistence, he would eventually agree!
So let's go! You can do it, Muzi!
Miss Muzi clenched her fists in her heart, cheering herself on with all her might.
Seeing this, Madara's scalp tingled. Once again, he saw Hashirama's shadow in Muzi. And this time, he really would rather not—because he knew that she must be silently psyching herself up inside, determined to get him to meet her IRL no matter what.
In all honesty, Madara couldn't guarantee he'd be able to resist Muzi's sincere invitation forever.
"At this point… I'll just have to take it one step at a time…"
Madara sighed to himself, beginning to consider: if the day came when he could no longer reject her, how could he possibly deal with Muzi when they finally met?
Should he use the Transformation Jutsu?
But… could that really fool Muzi?
Besides, Transformation Jutsu was ultimately just a disguise—it didn't truly change who he was. As someone already over a hundred years old, Madara's decaying old-man aura would be hard to fully conceal. When that inevitably slipped out, it would be a dead giveaway.
If Muzi discovered the truth and felt betrayed or saddened…
Madara's heart clenched with pain at the thought. He cursed himself bitterly and swore he couldn't let that happen, no matter what.
So… he'd have to use extreme methods.
A glint of madness even flashed across Madara's eyes at the thought.
Even if there were consequences, it would all be worth it—for Muzi.
Good thing he always appeared in the game with a mask and an alias. Otherwise, his current state might have already been exposed.
All in all, this was turning into a classic internet-catfishing crisis.
Meanwhile, the matter with Nawaki and the Three Little Ones was developing in a very different direction. When Nawaki invited them to meet in person, they immediately agreed without hesitation. To them, meeting in real life sounded fun—and since it was the launch event for a new game, of course they had to go enjoy it together.
What surprised them was that Nawaki could even show up at all. They already knew Nawaki's situation—revived in a Genjutsu World thanks to Uchiha Kei's power was already miraculous enough. But to actually step out of the illusion and return to the real world? That made their heads spin.
It felt like a fantasy breaking into reality, a moment where illusion and reality blurred into one.
Luckily, they were still kids—far more accepting of strange and miraculous things. Especially when Nawaki explained it was another good thing brought about by Uchiha Kei, they quickly felt that it was perfectly reasonable.
After all, in their eyes, Uchiha Kei was practically omnipotent. Things that would be considered miracles to others were just another Tuesday for him.
Even resurrecting the dead and letting them roam free didn't feel all that unbelievable when it was Kei doing it.
In short, the Three Little Ones accepted the invitation and were super excited for it.
However, there was still one hurdle left: "Lone Wolf" Senpai.
Under his intense pressure, they'd have to get time off in advance if they wanted the freedom to attend the launch event.
Yes, the Three Little Ones had now truly understood what it meant to be dominated by Lone Wolf.
Undeniably mysterious, but absolutely powerful—through sheer swordsmanship, taijutsu, and battle experience, he could overwhelm all four of them with ease. When Might Guy found out the Watergate Trio was undergoing special training, he came to spectate out of curiosity. Sakumo Hatake remembered Guy vividly, knowing he had immense potential and was Kakashi's close friend, so he pulled him into the training too.
Thus, the Three Little Ones became the Four Little Ones.
As for Might Duy, Guy's father and teacher, he was all for it. Though Kei had arranged a relatively relaxed job for him, Duy couldn't relax while everyone in the Konoha Game Association was working their butts off—even voluntarily staying late.
So Duy joined the 996 (or even 007) grind-fest with gusto.
Yes—now the entire Konoha Game Association was caught in a self-driven overwork frenzy. But no one saw anything wrong with it. In fact, they felt proud of it.
Konoha Game Association offered unmatched salary and benefits across the entire Shinobi World. And the so-called "voluntary overtime"? They still paid for it all. That just fueled the team's enthusiasm even more.
Now the Konoha Game Association had a sky-high morale and passion, evoking the vibe of a golden-era Japan in the '60s and '70s.
It all felt like the same cultural wavelength—and therefore, perfectly natural.
So, with Duy buried in his own work, and Guy far stronger than his teammates, it was hard for him to train with them. His teacher couldn't help him much either. That left Guy training on his own most of the time—or just joining up with the Watergate Trio.
As a result, the special training initiated by Sakumo Hatake now had Guy participating, much to Duy's delight. Duy even wanted to bring fruit and gifts to thank Sakumo.
And among the Four Little Ones, Might Guy was the happiest.
Walking the path of burning youth, this future "Guy-sensei" had no complaints about suffering through brutal training. Only endless passion.
He even started calling Sakumo "Lone Wolf-sensei."
Sakumo didn't reject it either. Having gone through everything in the Sekiro world, he no longer clung to outdated traditions. He was more than willing to train a promising seedling, and being called "sensei" felt entirely natural.
Aside from Guy, Kakashi Hatake was also in great spirits.
Though always wearing a mask and sporting a dead-fish gaze with an aloof demeanor—appearing disinterested in training—he was in fact one of the hardest workers on the team.
The only reason he lagged behind Guy was purely physical—he didn't have Guy's monstrous stamina. He couldn't finish training and then still run laps around the Leaf afterward.
Even so, Kakashi pushed himself to the limit every session, training until he couldn't move anymore.
Though he couldn't explain why, Kakashi genuinely liked being around "Lone Wolf" and cherished every moment with him. He humbly accepted his guidance.
And Lone Wolf showed an exceptional understanding of the Hatake Sword Style. When teaching Kakashi, he demonstrated mastery and expertise—pointing out key weaknesses and helping refine them.
In just a few short days, Kakashi's long-stagnant family sword style had advanced by leaps and bounds. His skill with the Hatake Sword Style visibly surged.
Kakashi could already tell: in a sword-only duel, he'd destroy his self from a few days ago.
Such dramatic improvement lit a fire under him. He trained even harder—and grew more curious about Lone Wolf, wondering what connection he had to his late father.
After all, someone so well-versed in the Hatake Sword Style had to be closely tied to the White Fang.
But those questions would remain unanswered. Lone Wolf had no intention of revealing anything, and Kakashi couldn't force him to.
Obito Uchiha, watching Kakashi work so hard, felt pressured too. He didn't like high-intensity training—especially when it didn't involve the Sharingan. It was all taijutsu, ninjutsu, and battle experience.
For someone like Obito, who had already awakened the Sharingan and relied on it more and more, Lone Wolf's training was torture. It would've been easier to train under an Uchiha clan member.
But watching Kakashi give his all under Lone Wolf's guidance stirred something in Obito. Their bond awakened the innate drive known as: "I can lose to anyone, but not to Kakashi!"
So Obito entered full grind mode too, swearing he wouldn't fall behind—and plunged into the training with reckless abandon.
And it worked.
Though Sakumo Hatake wasn't a Sharingan expert, he was a master of battle and growth. He simply assessed Obito's weaknesses and offered targeted instruction—helping him fight without relying on the Sharingan.
That way, once he activated it in battle, the resulting power boost would be even more explosive.
Sakumo firmly believed that while Kekkei Genkai were powerful and important, a strong foundation mattered just as much. If bloodlines alone were enough to reign supreme, the Uchiha Clan would've conquered the Shinobi World long ago.
He had faced the Uchiha elite many times back in his prime as the White Fang—and his review?
"Meh. One slash is all it takes."
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