BSI Chapter 211 Jue You saw your old father and were so excited that tears welled up in your eyes?
Chapter 211 Jue You saw your old father and were so excited that tears welled up in your eyes?
Chapter 211 Jue You saw your old father and were so excited that tears welled up in your eyes?
on the screen.
In the dark cave, two figures stood facing each other.
Faced with Obito's boastful words, Madara Uchiha narrowed his eyes and remained silent for a moment.
Obito surprised him in so many ways: not only did he come to him without a word, but he also managed to see through his plans.
Now look what's happened! He actually has the audacity to ask me to teach him cultivation?
Surprisingly, Madara Uchiha did not get angry.
Instead of getting angry, he smiled meaningfully.
The fact that he could achieve this level of skill precisely demonstrates Obito's extraordinary talent.
This kid was able to sneak up in front of me without a sound, and he could see through my plans. Now he even dared to make a request, asking the mighty Uchiha Madara to personally teach him!
Such courage and talent are truly unexpected.
Madara Uchiha's mind raced, and he realized that he hadn't misjudged him after all.
I thought Obito was just a rough diamond waiting to be polished, but I never expected him to have such hidden talent. He might be considered a genius in the making.
"Becoming stronger is not an easy thing," Madara Uchiha suddenly said.
"If you follow me to cultivate, be prepared to go to hell! Are you really ready?"
Obito was taken aback for a moment, then revealed a confident smile.
He stared directly at Madara Uchiha, showing no sign of backing down or fear. Instead, he nodded with high spirits and said, "Hmph, bring it on!"
Upon hearing this, Madara Uchiha first nodded in agreement, then burst into laughter, "Good!"
Before the laughter subsided, Madara Uchiha suddenly composed himself, his pupils narrowed sharply, and the Mangekyou Sharingan in his eyes began to spin rapidly!
The next second, his eyes widened suddenly.
A captivating light emanated from his scarlet eyes.
As that terrifying power of the eye surged forth, the surrounding scene suddenly froze!
A fierce wind swept through the depths of the cave, and amidst the flying sand and stones, the air seemed to freeze.
Obito's pupils contracted sharply, and he felt the scenery in front of him distort and deform, and the ground beneath his feet spun around!
Time passed, and the dream soon ended.
In the darkened audience seats, the huge screen had gone dark at some point, and the dream projection hall returned to its previous deathly silence and gloom.
Meanwhile, somewhere underground in Amegakure, Black Zetsu's consciousness gradually awakened.
He slowly opened his eyes and was greeted by a dark, desolate world of mud, the cold, damp earth clinging tightly to his body.
Black Zetsu was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.
He has returned to reality from that bizarre dream.
Over the years, his most comfortable resting place has been this underground place where no light can be seen. Like an old dragon that has been dormant for thousands of years, he can only feel a sense of security in the embrace of the soil.
Black Zetsu carefully moved his body to observe his own condition.
A moment later, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief: he was still firmly attached to Bai Jue's body without any problems.
Thinking of the vulnerable state he was forced to expose in the audience last night, Black Zetsu's eyes darkened, a hint of fear and anger flashing in them.
That vulnerable appearance was a side of him that he absolutely did not want to show to others.
Fortunately, the dream had ended, and no one was harming him in reality.
However, Black Zetsu's doubts quickly outweighed his hopes.
He couldn't help but recall the bizarre details of his dream from the previous night.
That bizarre theater space, the giant screen that appeared out of nowhere, and the clash between Obito and Madara Uchiha—
What exactly happened?
Black Jue's face was gloomy, and doubts arose in his mind.
What happened last night was completely beyond his comprehension, making him feel extremely unfamiliar and uneasy, even though he had lived for thousands of years.
Could that dream world be related to Infinite Tsukuyomi?
Or is there another source?
The more he thought about it, the more confused he became, feeling as if a huge boulder was pressing down on his heart.
"No—this matter must be clarified." A glint flashed in Black Zetsu's eyes, and he suddenly rose from the ground.
Without thinking twice, and without bothering to follow the proper etiquette of knocking on the door, he simply blended into the shadows on the ground, emerging from underground as if passing through walls, and arrived at Obito's residence.
In an instant, a dark shadow suddenly emerged silently from the floor, appearing in the center of the room like a ghost.
He glanced around and saw that the room was dimly lit and quiet, with scattered clutter around him.
Only one figure lay quietly on the bed.
Obito was still fast asleep after his dream.
Black Zetsu stood silently in place, his eyes fixed on Obito on the bed in front of him, his expression shifting between light and shadow.
At this moment, Obito slowly woke up.
The moment he opened his eyes, he noticed a strange, dark figure in the room.
He sat up abruptly, covered in dirt, and looked around. He then saw Black Zetsu standing abruptly in the center of the room.
"Absolutely?!" Obito frowned slightly.
However, he was in a good mood at the moment.
Thinking about the several powerful new techniques he had learned from Madara Uchiha, Obito felt incredibly confident.
That's why he merely snorted and didn't reprimand Hei for his audacious act of entering without permission.
Obito stretched and slowly got out of bed, casually asking as he loosened his shoulders and neck, "What brings you here so early?"
"I saw your dream last night too!" Black Zetsu stared intently into Obito's eyes as he spoke, as if trying to discern something from them.
"What?!" Obito was stunned upon hearing this, a look of surprise flashing across his face.
He looked Black Zetsu up and down: "You can enter the dream world too?"
He had initially thought that only ninjas, like humans, could enter that strange space, but he never expected that Black Zetsu, a being that wasn't even human, could be drawn in.
This was the first time he realized that the audience of dreams was not limited to "living people".
Black Zetsu didn't answer Obito's question; instead, his voice deepened: "What exactly is that dream space?!"
Obito blinked. "You mean that dream?"
He tightened his collar as he spoke casually.
Obito casually and in a relaxed tone, gave Black Zetsu a general overview of the dream space.
After all, there's nothing to hide.
I don't know now, but I'll understand after going a few more times.
The more Black Zetsu listened, the more shocked he became, but he forced himself to remain calm.
"Such a thing exists? There's such an unbelievable place—"
Black Zetsu, after all, was born in ancient times and was very knowledgeable. He believed that there was no secret in the ninja world that he did not know.
However, the information he heard from Obito at this moment refreshed his understanding and left him somewhat dazed.
Dream, Audience —
These words swirled rapidly in his mind. Black Zetsu's expression shifted, and he couldn't help but mutter, "A dream world that allows many people to participate and is almost real... that sounds too much like..." Before Black Zetsu could finish speaking, Obito chuckled and interrupted him.
"It's a lot like Infinite Tsukuyomi, isn't it?"
He crossed his arms and looked down at Hei Jue, his voice tinged with amusement.
Black Zetsu's pupils constricted sharply upon hearing this, and he immediately fell silent.
Deep in his heart, a storm was brewing within him—it was more than just a resemblance!
If what Obito said is true, then the power of the so-called dream is probably even greater than that of the Infinite Tsukuyomi!
What incredible luck did this kid have to come into contact with such an unbelievable power?!
In an instant, Black Zetsu's mind was in complete chaos.
Even a dream space like the Infinite Tsukuyomi has appeared. Could his "Eye of the Moon" plan, which he has been planning for a thousand years, be about to encounter unexpected changes?
All sorts of thoughts made him restless.
Black Zetsu coughed lightly, feigning calmness, and continued probing, "What were you doing going to see—Uchiha Madara—last night?"
Obito said calmly, "I remember I made it very clear yesterday, of course it's to become stronger!"
He said this with an expression that seemed perfectly natural.
Before Black Zetsu could think further, Obito strode forward, bringing his face close to Black Zetsu's, and teased, "What's wrong, Zetsu? Are you so happy to see your old father again that you're moved to tears?"
"Father?!" Upon hearing this, Black Zetsu's eyes widened in surprise, then his face darkened.
What kind of "old father" is Madara Uchiha?
He doesn't even deserve it!
A surge of disdain and disgust welled up in Black Zetsu's heart.
That's right, Obito and Madara always thought he was a product created by Madara Uchiha using Yin Release. Those two idiots!
Despite being extremely annoyed, Black Zetsu forcibly suppressed his surging anger and tried his best to keep his tone calm.
"Is it that simple?" He squinted and changed the subject. "Otherwise what?" Obito shrugged, looking completely unconcerned.
He put his hand on Black Zetsu's shoulder and said, "Let's go see how it goes."
Obito's voice revealed a hint of eager excitement.
Black Zetsu was taken aback: "Let's see what the effect is?"
Before he could react, Obito's figure suddenly became blurry.
Suddenly, the crimson stripe in Obito's right eye lit up!
The patterns on the Mangekyou Sharingan spun rapidly, causing ripples to spread through the surrounding space.
The next instant, a strange spatial fluctuation rippled outwards from Obito's body, engulfing him and Black Zetsu together!
Black Zetsu felt the scenery blur before his eyes, and his body uncontrollably fell into the depths of the vortex, as if he had been forcibly dragged into another dimension.
When he came to his senses, the scene around him had completely changed.
What comes into view is a hazy, alien space.
The sky and the earth blended into one color, with dark clouds hanging low in the distance as if they could be reached. On the earth stood a series of strange rocks and broken walls, and twisted and broken building ruins floated in mid-air, as if weightless and still.
It was Obito's Kamui dimension.
At this moment, the two were standing on a vast, empty wasteland, with cracked brown earth beneath their feet. The surroundings were silent and desolate, devoid of any sign of life.
With a thud, Obito excitedly took several steps forward, his hands quickly forming a series of complex hand seals!
"Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation!"
Obito took a deep breath, his bulging chest surging like a bellows filled with intense chakra.
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly opened his mouth, and a scorching torrent of flames swept out from the mist!
A crimson sea of fire swept forward with overwhelming force, the surging flames crashing against the distant ground like a burst dam.
Instantly, the earth trembled, and a piercing "whoosh" erupted in the air—the sound of rocks being scorched by flames and instantly vaporizing!
The dazzling flames turned the dark sky crimson, and the rolling fire waves rose dozens of meters high, as if they were about to burn the entire world to ashes.
A scorching heat wave swept over us; even from a distance, we could feel the suffocating heat.
As the fire subsided, the ground within a radius of several hundred meters had already been burned to a charred black, with sparks still remaining on the surface and a pungent, burnt smell permeating the air.
On the other side, Obito lowered his hands from the hand seals and looked at the sea of fire and scorched earth he had created with his own hands, a satisfied expression on his face.
"As expected of Madara Uchiha's Fire Release technique, it's definitely different from others." He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Your old man is quite skilled! The power of that move is impressive!"
A flicker of excitement and anticipation crossed Obito's eyes.
After all, he is different from Kakashi; many of his ninjutsu rely on the Mangekyou Sharingan and the White Zetsu half of his body.
It cannot be used in dreams.
Now he has all the things that Madara Uchiha taught him.
He also gained many tools that he could use in dreams.
How could he not be happy?
Next time in a dream... hehe...
The thought of potentially using Professor Madara Uchiha's power to protect Rin and defeat Kakashi next time filled Obito with an overwhelming sense of excitement and anticipation.
"Hmph—" Black Jue responded with a very soft hum from his nose.
He gave a perfunctory compliment: "Yes, the power is indeed quite good."
He outwardly agreed, but inwardly he felt little emotion.
Obito was completely absorbed in the satisfaction brought by power and didn't pay any attention to the perfunctory tone in Black Zetsu's words.
Black Zetsu looked at the triumphant Obito before him, his eyes flashing, and a faint hint of mockery suddenly appeared deep in his pupils.
He quietly observed Obito's slender back, a cold smile slowly creeping onto his lips.
You dare to seek guidance from Madara Uchiha in your training?
You're probably not going to be able to handle the consequences!
Rain Village, the central tower.
At this moment, Nagato's brows were furrowed, his expression dazed, and the bizarre scenes from last night's dream kept replaying in his mind, leaving him unable to calm down for a long time.
"Nagato?" With a light footstep, the door was pushed open and Konan walked in.
She noticed that Nagato's expression was off and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"Konan?" Nagato turned her head, managing a faint, reassuring smile, but it quickly vanished.
"Konan, I saw the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path."
"The Demonic Statue of the Heretic?"
Konan was taken aback and puzzled. Nagato could "see" that giant statue every day, so why was he suddenly saying this now?
Nagato's pale face held no trace of a smile. He slowly shook his head and corrected, "I meant that I saw the Gedo Mazo in my dream last night. Moreover, someone else was controlling it."
He paused slightly at this point, his tightly pursed lips betraying his unease and shock.
A moment later, he told Xiao Nan everything he had seen in his dream the night before.
After listening quietly, Xiao Nan's originally calm face gradually changed color.
She couldn't help but frown, repeating incredulously in a low voice, "Uchiha Madara and the Gedo Mazo together?"
This news is truly appalling.
Wasn't Madara Uchiha a legend who had died many years ago?
Why did it appear alongside the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path in my dream?
Nagato slowly sat up in bed, her two thin legs curled up between the soft bedding due to years of disuse, looking somewhat deformed.
He raised his head, touched his tightly closed eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Yes, something's very wrong—the Gedo Mazo should be under my control!"
Nagato and Konan exchanged a glance, both seeing deep concern in each other's eyes.
Both of them realized that some conspiracy was probably lurking somewhere they didn't know about.
After all, that masked man had been using the name "Uchiha Madara" to collaborate with them and plan the infamous scheme to collect the tailed beasts.
If there truly is some unknown secret hidden behind the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, then it is highly likely that their efforts over the years...
They're all just doing all the work for someone else's benefit!
"Should we send someone to investigate?" Xiao Nan suddenly suggested after a long silence.
The Akatsuki organization has worked hard for many years and must not be thrown into disarray by a mere illusion, but at the same time, it cannot ignore the potential crisis.
"Who should we send?" Nagato sighed.
He glanced around the empty room, a hint of weariness and helplessness flashing in his eyes.
Xiao Nan was speechless for a moment upon hearing this, gently biting her lower lip with her pearly teeth, and did not answer immediately.
Yes, who should we look for?
The Akatsuki organization has many capable people, but how many are truly trustworthy?
The Akatsuki members were a mixed bag, mostly rogue ninja from various villages, each with their own agendas. Some of them were even forcibly recruited by Nagato using force.
Although they outwardly obey Pain out of fear of his authority, if these people were actually allowed to investigate Madara Uchiha, they would likely turn around and inform him, or choose to conceal the truth for their own benefit.
Nagato didn't trust these people to conduct the investigation at all.
Moreover, only a handful of people within the vast Akatsuki organization truly understood the significance of Madara Uchiha's existence.
If we act rashly, we might alert the masked man and make him suspicious.
After much deliberation, Nagato realized that he could hardly send out any suitable candidates.
"How about I go investigate?" Konan, seeing that Nagato couldn't come up with a solution, hesitated for a moment and then volunteered.
"No matter how dangerous the other party is, someone has to find out the truth. Besides, it's less likely for me to attract attention if I act alone."
"No!" Nagato refused decisively, almost blurting it out. "That person is Uchiha Madara—it's too dangerous!"
The masked man had always claimed to be Madara Uchiha. Nagato might have been skeptical before, but after the real Madara appeared in his dream last night, he was inclined to believe it.
After all, there was only a little over ten years between that dream and reality.
Sending Konan to spy on such a person is tantamount to putting herself in danger, and Nagato will never allow it!
The rain outside intensified, with large raindrops pounding against the windowpane with a loud, clattering sound.
Nagato's vigilance had reached its peak.
He has already lost Yahiko, he absolutely cannot lose Minami.
Xiao Nan remained silent, quietly clenching her fists, but dared not rashly suggest that she should investigate herself.
During the foggy time, the atmosphere inside the room was somewhat stagnant, with only the raindrops outside continuing to fall.
After an unknown amount of time, Nagato finally let out a slow breath and said in a low voice:
"—Release Orochimaru."
"Huh?" Konan was caught off guard when he mentioned Orochimaru. She didn't react for a moment and exclaimed, "You mean you're going to release that guy?"
She was momentarily stunned, not understanding why Nagato would suddenly bring this up.
Nagato looked at Konan's puzzled expression, a faint, bitter smile appearing on his face.
"Minami, the best solution right now is actually to cooperate with Jiraiya-sensei one by one."
He said this with obvious helplessness.
"We need external help with the investigation. And Jiraiya-sensei—he's naturally good at this kind of thing."
"Collaborating with Jiraiya-sensei?"
Nagato nodded and explained earnestly, "Yes. Uchiha Madara was originally considered a member of Konoha—? In that case, it's most appropriate for someone from Konoha to investigate."
He slowly explained his reasons, his pale face revealing an unusual seriousness and caution.
Xiao Nan paused for a moment after hearing this, then nodded thoughtfully.
I have to admit, Nagato is right.
If we can get help from Jiraiya's information and resources, our chances of winning will undoubtedly be much higher.
The sound of raindrops hitting the window gradually subsided.
Looking out at the misty rain, Nagato said slowly, "And—"This isn't necessarily a bad thing. On the contrary, it might be an opportunity for us.
Sensing the hidden meaning in Nagato's words, Konan tilted her head slightly: "An opportunity?"
Nagato raised his head, the purple glow of his Rinnegan appearing exceptionally deep in the dim light.
He gazed at the distant, hazy sky and said in a deep voice, "Only by finding a way to get close to Konoha can we find Danzo—isn't that right?"