Naruto: I'm in Konoha, my name is Uzumaki Menma

Chapter 330 Age Spots, Limited-Time Return! [Four Chapters, 8K Words]

The Country of Fire, Hidden Leaf Village.

The afternoon sun shone through the windows of the Hokage's office, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

A faint smell of tobacco filled the air. The Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, sat behind his large desk, his brows slightly furrowed, listening to the reports from the three special Jonin in front of him.

He would occasionally raise his pipe, take a puff, and then exhale swirling smoke, as if exhaling all the doubts in his heart.

Having just finished his border patrol mission, Minato Namikaze stated in his usual clear and gentle tone: "...In conclusion, the Third Hokage, the ninja who called himself 'Menma,' did not take their lives after defeating the Fourth Hokage A and Killer Bee, but allowed them to leave. Subsequently, he himself flew westward, showing no intention of invading the Land of Fire."

Standing beside Minato, Akimichi Touto, with his muscular physique, added in a low, booming voice, "Yes, Hokage-sama. The whole process was very brief, and the opponent's strength... was unfathomable."

His rugged face bore an unusual solemnity.

“I’ve never seen Daimaru look like that before, it’s like he’s seen his natural enemy…” Inuzuka Jax chimed in, his ninja dog Daimaru at his feet seemed to recall the terrifying pressure from that time and let out a low whimper of unease.

Hiruzen Sarutobi slowly put down his pipe, his fingertips tapping lightly on the table.

A combat system never before seen, with a mysterious and unpredictable origin.

Is it some kind of unknown secret technique?

Or is it an even rarer bloodline limit?
Or is it bloodline elimination?
What's even more alarming is that the opponent was able to defeat the strongest "AB combination" of Kumogakure so easily, and even kill the Eight-Tails' complete tailed beast form with a single blow. This level of strength has already surpassed that of an ordinary Kage-level ninja.

He recalled the report from Minato and Jiraiya after their encounter with this person. Indeed, the other party had not shown any obvious hostility towards Konoha. In fact, to some extent, he even carried a hint of inexplicable goodwill.

But what motives are hidden behind this goodwill?
After a long silence, Hiruzen Sarutobi finally spoke, his voice tinged with weariness and deep thought: "Although we still cannot determine this person's origins and purpose, based on the current intelligence, it is unlikely that he harbors direct hostility towards Konoha."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over his three subordinates: "However, we cannot let our guard down. Notify the secret intelligence unit to have their spies on the field keep a close eye on this person's movements and gather as much relevant intelligence as possible."

Hiruzen Sarutobi changed the subject, his tone becoming serious: "On the other hand, Kumogakure has suffered such a heavy blow, and given their character, they will not let it go easily. The Third Raikage is not the kind of person who will silently swallow a loss. Minato, the defense level of the eastern border needs to be upgraded. Send more patrol teams, strengthen vigilance, and prevent any possible retaliatory actions or probes from Kumogakure."

"Yes, Lord Hokage." Minato Namikaze nodded solemnly. He had also foreseen this possibility, and a knowing glint flashed in his azure eyes.

Just then, Minato caught a glimpse of something unusual in the sky outside the window out of the corner of his eye.

His previously calm expression froze instantly, and his pupils contracted slightly.

"Third Hokage, look over there!" He pointed to the window behind Hiruzen Sarutobi.

Akimichi Tou and Inuzuka Gakuya noticed the anomaly almost simultaneously, their eyes widening in shock, their faces filled with disbelief.

Upon hearing this, Hiruzen Sarutobi immediately turned around.

In the northwest sky, an indescribably enormous white sphere of light was silently expanding and blooming!
The light was so intense that it even surpassed the sun's brilliance for a moment, illuminating the entire Hidden Leaf Village in a ghastly white light!
The office lighting suddenly became extremely glaring.

The ball of light lasted for several seconds, then slowly dimmed and dissipated. But in its original location, the sky seemed to have been forcibly erased, leaving a brief void. Through that void, one could even vaguely glimpse the starlight in the deep universe behind it!

"This...this is?!" Hiruzen Sarutobi's pipe fell to the table with a "clatter," completely unaware of it. His mouth was slightly open, and even with his knowledge as a "professor of ninjutsu," he had never seen such a horrifying sight.

This is by no means a natural phenomenon, but a terrifying result caused by some powerful force!
Hiruzen Sarutobi snapped back to reality, his face instantly hardening with unprecedented seriousness, and he shouted sternly, "Shin-no-suke!"

"Lord Hokage!"

A figure wearing an animal mask appeared silently in the center of the office like a ghost, kneeling on one knee. It was none other than the captain of the Anbu, Sarutobi Shinnosuke.

"Immediately dispatch one of the most skilled ANBU squads specializing in tracking and reconnaissance!" Hiruzen Sarutobi issued the order with lightning speed: "Target: Northwest! Find out the source and cause of this explosion at all costs! Confirm whether any unknown powerful ninjas are engaged in combat! I need a preliminary report as soon as possible!"

"Yes!" Without the slightest hesitation, Sarutobi Shinnosuke vanished from his spot in a flash.

A brief, deathly silence fell over the office.

Akimichi Toudou rubbed his eyes, breaking the silence with a muffled voice, his tone trembling with uncertainty: "Hokage-sama, whoever could cause such a commotion, could it be... that guy named Menma again?"

Inuzuka Jacques took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner shock, and said, "Doto is right. An explosion of this scale is far more powerful than the Eight-Tails' Tailed Beast Ball! Looking at the entire ninja world, I really can't think of anyone else who has the ability to cause such destruction besides him."

Minato Namikaze didn't speak immediately; the image of the mysterious boy's final gesture clearly appeared in his mind.

His body was shrouded in a dazzling golden chakra cloak, and a crack appeared on his forehead, revealing a golden eye containing the power of all things in the universe.

The oppressive aura that seemed to emanate from above all living beings still fills him with lingering fear when he thinks about it.

Minato nodded slowly and said in a deep voice, "Although it cannot be confirmed, Menma is indeed the most likely suspect."

Hiruzen Sarutobi silently picked up the fallen pipe and took another deep drag.

His eyes were incredibly deep amidst the swirling smoke.

An existence of unknown origin, yet powerful enough to affect the balance of the entire ninja world, whose every move affects the nerves of countless people.

Meanwhile, it wasn't just Konoha.

Sunagakure, Iwagakure, Kirigakure...

Even the largest and smallest forces and ninja villages, such as the Land of Iron and the Land of Hot Water, were shocked by this miraculous explosion, as long as they could see it when they looked up.

After a brief period of shock, the leaders and chiefs of various countries and villages made decisions similar to Hiruzen Sarutobi's: to dispatch elite reconnaissance forces and spare no effort to find out the truth behind the horrific explosion.

In an instant, countless figures surged like an undercurrent toward the direction of the explosion, making the situation in the ninja world even more unpredictable due to this sudden change.

……

Meanwhile, in a mysterious space deep underground somewhere in the Land of Fire.

Dampness and darkness are the constant themes here.

The colossal Outer Path Golem, like a slumbering ancient giant, stood in the center of the space, with countless twisted pipes extending from its body, connecting to a withered figure sitting on a strange stone seat below.

Several white, planktonic creatures, were peeking out from the ground and walls, their featureless faces seemingly conveying both fawning and fear.

One of the White Zetsu was receiving information from afar through a special chakra fluctuation connected to a vast network of plant roots underground, and was converting it into a fragmented language to report to a black Zetsu beside the stone seat.

'...Amegakure...The battle is over...That guy named Otsutsuki Isshiki...was defeated...and is dead...' White Zetsu's voice carried a twisted excitement.

'Wow, that young man named Mianma... he pinned Yishishi to the ground and beat him so badly... he couldn't even fight back...'

Black Zetsu's body, which writhed like asphalt, undulated slightly, and its yellow pupils gleamed with an unfathomable light.

Ōtsutsuki Ichishiki...

The name stirred up a storm within it.

It was almost certain that this was one of Kaguya's enemies back then!

Now it seems that this was history before Hamura and Hagoromo sealed their mother. This also explains why their mother mass-produced these White Zetsu; they were all consumables prepared for war!

But that guy named Mianma...

What is his purpose?
The power he displayed, especially that third eye, is very similar to his mother's image...

Could he also be a member of the Otsutsuki clan? But why is he fighting with Otsutsuki Isshiki?
His attitude towards Nagato and the others made Black Zetsu feel deeply uneasy.

Will this variable affect its millennia-long plan to save its mother?

Black Zetsu suppressed the turmoil in his heart and instructed White Zetsu in his hoarse, somber voice: 'Report this information to Madara verbatim. Watch your tone; don't let him sense anything amiss.'

It knew that although Madara Uchiha was powerful, he knew nothing about the secrets of the Otsutsuki clan, which was exactly what it could use.

"Understood~" White Zetsu replied cheerfully, then turned to the old man on the stone seat and, in his unique tone that was somewhat exaggerated and comical, described everything that happened in Amegakure, especially the details of Otsutsuki Isshiki's attempt to capture Nagato and his keen interest in those Rinnegan eyes, embellishing the story.

On the stone seat, Uchiha Madara, who was emaciated, with a full head of white hair, and barely maintained his life by relying on the chakra and life force supplied by the Gedo Mazo, slowly opened his two three-tomoe Sharingan eyes.

Despite his aging body, an undying ambition and pride still burned deep within his eyes.

When he heard the name "Otsutsuki Isshiki," his brows furrowed slightly; the name was equally unfamiliar to him.

But when White Zetsu described how the other party tried to control Nagato and showed an unusual interest in the Rinnegan, Madara Uchiha's mind immediately went on alert!

Rinnegan...

That was the gate to the power of all things in the universe that Madara Uchiha opened in his old age after devoting his entire life to fusing with Hashirama Senju's cells!
It is the core of his future resurrection and the implementation of the "Infinite Tsukuyomi" plan!

The fact that it's currently residing in Nagato's body is merely part of the plan!

"Who will be the final victor?" Madara Uchiha's voice was hoarse and deep, carrying a sense of authority.

"It's that guy named Mianma!" Bai Jue exclaimed excitedly, his tone exaggerated: "He's super strong! That first move was no match for him at all, he was completely crushed!"

Black Zetsu chimed in at the opportune moment, "Furthermore, according to intelligence, Menma seems to have close ties with Nagato and Yahiko. His appearance in Amegakure and his conflict with Isshiki... it's hard to say whether it's also for..."

Black Zetsu didn't say what followed explicitly, but the meaning was self-evident.

Madara Uchiha's eyes suddenly became incredibly sharp, like an eagle about to pounce on its prey!
For the Rinnegan?!

A sense of crisis instantly gripped him.

If that powerful Menma also has his eye on the Rinnegan, given the power he has displayed, Nagato would be powerless to protect him!

Once the Rinnegan falls into this person's hands, Madara Uchiha's painstakingly crafted plan will be completely wasted!
Trying to wrest the eye back from the opponent using a piece you've already set up is as difficult as climbing to the heavens!

This cannot be tolerated!
These eyes can only belong to him, Uchiha Madara!

An idea formed in his mind.

He could no longer wait; he had to take action himself and reclaim what was rightfully his before anything went wrong!
"Hmph..." Madara Uchiha let out a low, cold snort, and his three-tomoe Sharingan eyes flashed with astonishing brilliance.

Without further hesitation, he began to forcefully manipulate the enormous demonic statue behind him!
Om-!
The demonic statue of the Outer Path trembled slightly, emitting a low hum.

The pipes connecting Madara Uchiha's back and arms suddenly lit up, emitting a dim light.

A massive amount of chakra and boundless life force surged into Madara Uchiha's already depleted and collapsing aging body at an unprecedented speed, like a torrent bursting its banks!
"Uh-"

With a low growl that was a mixture of comfort and relief, Madara Uchiha's hunched body began to undergo astonishing changes that were visible to the naked eye!

His wrinkled, bark-like skin quickly became plump, firm, and regained a healthy glow.

His once-white hair was dyed back to its jet-black color at an astonishing speed, starting from the roots.

The atrophied muscles swelled up again as if inflated, brimming with explosive power.

His body, which originally needed to be supported by a stone seat, became as upright as a pine tree, like a peerless sword that had been sealed for a long time and was about to be unsheathed!

In just a few seconds, the frail old man vanished, replaced by a man who had regained his prime, the one who had once fought against the God of Shinobi, Hashirama Senju—

Uchiha Madara!

He suddenly raised his hand and roughly tore off all the pipes connecting his body to the Gedo Mazo!
He casually tossed aside his old, dark blue robe, revealing his muscular upper body.

Beneath his bronze skin, his muscles were sharply defined like steel, exuding power.

On his left chest, the white skin transplanted from Hashirama Senju and bearing the outline of Hashirama's face stood out conspicuously and eerily.

Madara Uchiha slowly raised his head, cracked his neck, and a crisp "crack" sound rang out. A terrifying aura of dominance and supreme authority emanated from him, even causing the surrounding White Zetsu to instinctively shrink back.

This aura is even more profound and domineering than when he fought Hashirama at the Valley of the End!
He clenched his fist slightly, feeling the surging, seemingly endless power within his body, and a wildly arrogant smile appeared on his lips.

"The Rinnegan... must not fall into his hands."

…………

In the northern part of Amegakure, the once bustling port is now reduced to a dilapidated dock frame submerged in murky seawater.

Menma stepped onto the gently rippling sea, his golden Tenseigan chakra mode deactivated, and he reverted to his usual black outfit.

His gaze swept across the sea surface, which was covered with wood chips and debris, and he pinpointed a spot precisely.

Mianma bent down and reached into the icy seawater to retrieve two severed arms.

The skin on his arms was an unnatural pale white, the muscle texture was clear but bloodless, and the broken parts showed charred marks from being instantly melted by high temperature. These were the hands of Otsutsuki Isshiki that he had previously cut off with "Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion".

This is the only physical remains of that proud, high-ranking Otsutsuki clan member left in this world.

Menma carefully examined the severed hands, and could still feel a trace of residual chakra fluctuations at his fingertips, which were different from those of ordinary people.

He clicked his tongue, his tone tinged with regret: "What a pity, there's only so little body tissue left. To delve deeper into the mysteries of the Otsutsuki clan's body, this sample will have to be used very sparingly."

Mianma skillfully unfurled a specially made storage scroll, casually placed the severed hands on it, and formed a hand seal.

As chakra was injected, the sealing runes on the scroll glowed faintly, enveloping and shrinking the severed hand, ultimately sealing it completely within the space inside the scroll.

After carefully storing away this important spoils, Mianma's thoughts did not stop.

"By the way, Isshiki should still possess the remains of Otsutsuki Shibai, who is hailed as the 'God of Otsutsuki'."

The thought flashed through his mind.

Something so important must be hidden in some extremely secret alternate dimension.

Mianma also has that glass tube that seals the "black eye." I need to study that eye carefully later to see if I can use its pupil technique to locate and open the space where the remains are hidden.

Suppressing these thoughts for the time being, Menma raised his head and looked towards Amegakure, which was still shrouded in an atmosphere of sadness and busyness in the distance.

He started walking, stepping on the air, slowly heading towards the village.

Inside Amegakure Village, after the initial chaos, the rescue work went smoothly, and reconstruction work has begun.

Thanks to the ninjas' superhuman strength and various earth and water ninjutsu, the progress in clearing the ruins, leveling the land, and building temporary shelters was quite rapid.

Yahiko, Nagato, Konan, and Vanilla Uzumaki worked tirelessly to coordinate the efforts. Members of Akatsuki and many Amegakure ninjas who were impressed by Yahiko's ideals and actions united as a core force in the reconstruction work.

Yahiko's innate leadership qualities, along with his unwavering commitment to the safety of the villagers in the face of disaster, gradually dispelled the gloom in people's hearts like sunshine, and made more and more Amegakure ninjas genuinely acknowledge his leadership position.

Just then, Menma's figure slowly walked from the north. He walked on air with steady steps and finally landed lightly near the temporary command post where Yahiko, Nagato, and the others were.

His appearance immediately caused a stir among the surrounding crowd.

Many busy Rain Village ninjas and civilians recognized him as the powerful figure who had fought the terrifying enemy two days ago and ultimately caused a celestial anomaly. They all stopped what they were doing and looked up at the young man who was walking through the air with awe, fear, and a hint of curiosity.

Some of the more timid ones even instinctively backed away, afraid to meet his gaze.

Coincidentally, because the earth-shattering explosion in the sky earlier had dispelled the dark clouds that had shrouded the Land of Rain for years, the rare sunlight was now piercing through the thin clouds and shining on this scarred land.

The long-awaited sunlight was a bit too bright, making the villagers of Yuyin, who were used to the rainy environment, feel a little uncomfortable. They squinted and shielded their eyes from the light with their hands, which also made the backlit Mianmai look even more mysterious and unpredictable.

"Master Menma!" Vanilla Uzumaki was the first to react. She immediately put down the medical supplies she was organizing, ran to Menma, looked up, and her red eyes were filled with undisguised concern.

Are you alright? Are you hurt?

Seeing the girl's anxious expression, Menma's hard features softened slightly.

He reached out and gently ruffled the vanilla-red hair, the gesture carrying a rare sense of soothing.

“I’m fine.” His voice was calm, yet carried a convincing strength.

After comforting Vanilla, Menma turned his gaze to Yahiko, Nagato, and Konan.

“It’s been resolved,” he said succinctly, as if he had only accomplished a trivial task.

Although they had already guessed the outcome from the earth-shattering explosion, Yahiko and the others couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief upon hearing it confirmed by Menma himself. Their nerves, which had been tense for two days, were finally able to relax a little.

Two days later.

The reconstruction work in the northern part of Amegakure Village is beginning to take shape.

Inside a large, makeshift awning made of waterproof fabric, a meeting that will determine the future of Amegakure is underway.

On either side of the long table sat Nagato and Konan, their faces weary but their eyes resolute; Akatsuki core members such as Kyusuke and Daibutsu; and several Amegakure Jonin who had chosen to cooperate with Akatsuki and held considerable prestige in the village.

All eyes were focused on the black-haired boy at the other end of the long table, who was casually sitting with his arms crossed behind his head and his head slightly raised.

"Let me... become the leader of Amegakure?" Yahiko stood before the main seat, his face filled with surprise and astonishment. He looked around, seemingly trying to find confirmation in the eyes of his companions.

Menma lowered his hand, leaned forward, rested his elbow on the table, and looked calmly at Yahiko: "Otherwise what?"

His tone was matter-of-fact: "The current Amegakure is beset by internal and external troubles. Hanzo is dead, and the village is leaderless. Who else, besides your Akatsuki, has the strength, prestige, and genuine willingness to care for this village and its people, and to suppress the various restless forces?"

Menma paused, then raised his voice slightly, with an almost cruel bluntness: "You only have two paths before you. Either you step forward, take on this responsibility, lead the Akatsuki and those willing to follow you, restore order, rebuild your homeland, and then step by step realize your so-called peace ambitions."

His gaze sharpened, as if he could see through Yahiko's deepest fears: "Either you watch as Amegakure descends into complete chaos, with various ninja organizations fighting and killing each other for power and resources, the streets filled with bloodshed once more, civilians displaced, orphans everywhere, just like... what you experienced before."

"Stop talking!" Yahiko suddenly raised his hand, interrupting Menma's words. His voice trembled slightly, and his fists clenched tightly.

The hellish scene depicted by Menma was like the sharpest knife, piercing the softest, most painful wound in his heart that he least wanted to recall.

His childhood memories of struggling to survive amidst war, hunger, and cold, relying on Konan and Nagato for survival, surged into his mind like a tide.

Yahiko took a deep breath, abruptly raised his head, and although there was still a trace of confusion in his eyes, there was more of a resolute determination, as if he were declaring to himself and to everyone else: "I will! I will be the leader!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the faces of Nagato, Konan, Kyusuke, Obutsu, and other core members of Akatsuki all showed relieved yet expectant smiles.

They have always firmly believed in Yahiko's ideals, and now is the beginning of putting those ideals into practice.

Meanwhile, the other Amegakure ninjas around the table were impressed by Yahiko's sense of responsibility and ideals, their eyes becoming fervent; others had shifty eyes, each with their own plans, but with Menma in charge and the Akatsuki organization currently demonstrating strong cohesion, they temporarily chose to accept and unite.

Suppressing his inner turmoil, Yahiko quickly regained his composure as a leader. He looked at Menma and voiced a practical concern: "Menma, I understand what you mean. But... I'm afraid my strength isn't enough to command respect. What if other ninja villages, or some ninjas within the village with ulterior motives, take advantage of this opportunity to cause trouble..."

Menma took a cup of hot tea that Vanilla handed him at the right time, blew on it to cool it down, took a small sip, and said in a casual but confident tone: "As 'compensation,' I will stay in Amegakure for a while."

He put down his teacup and glanced at everyone present: "I can teach you how to govern a country more effectively, how to conduct systematic ninja training and selection, and how to establish a more reasonable mission system and promotion mechanism."

"Don't look at me like that." He added, noticing the surprise in Yahiko's and the others' eyes, "I have practical experience in governing a country with a population of fifty million."

His gaze finally settled on the silent Nagato, carrying a hint of inquiry and deeper meaning: "By the way... I will properly 'train' Nagato so that he can better master and use the true power of these eyes."

Nagato felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze.

Mianma had his own plans.

Studying Nagato's Rinnegan, awakened by Madara Uchiha, would undoubtedly deepen his understanding of this supreme eye power.

At the same time, he was almost certain that there were White Zetsu watching Nagato's every move from the shadows.

I wonder if my high-profile intervention will provoke a strong reaction from Black Zetsu, the mastermind behind it all, and Madara Uchiha, the true owner of those eyes?

He was quite looking forward to it.

Upon hearing that a powerful ninja like Menma was willing to stay and personally instruct them, not only the Akatsuki members but also the Jonin from Amegakure revealed an uncontrollable look of envy and excitement.

To receive guidance from such a powerful expert would undoubtedly be a dream come true for them in terms of improving their strength.

After the meeting, Yahiko immediately threw himself into the intense work, directing the reconstruction while also beginning to communicate with the other remaining Amegakure ninja organizations.

After learning that the mysterious powerful figure publicly supported Yahiko and personally experienced Yahiko's more inclusive and idealistic philosophy, which differed from Hanzo's hardline rule, most ninja organizations, after weighing their options, chose to tacitly approve or directly support him.

A minority faction remained silent and watched, while a very small number of loyal followers of Hanzo or those with ulterior motives quietly packed their bags and chose to leave Amegakure, seeking refuge in other ninja villages or becoming wandering ninjas.

Yahiko did not send anyone to stop those who left. He simply stated publicly that he hoped they would adhere to the bottom line of ninjas after leaving, refrain from killing innocent people, and that the gates of Amegakure would always be open to them. If they wished to return one day, this would still be their home.

This statement further won over many neutrals and ordinary citizens.

The afternoon of the following day.

The sun still shone on the dilapidated village, a rare sight indeed.

Konan and Nagato were dispatched by Yahiko to the relatively intact commercial area of ​​the village to negotiate with merchants and purchase urgently needed food, medicine and other supplies.

The two arrived at the small repair shop that Santu Amado had recently rented, where they had been temporarily settled.

Although the shop was simple, Amado had tidied it up nicely, and some repaired kunai and shuriken were now displayed in the window.

Xiao Nan stated her purpose directly: she hoped to leverage Amado's experience and connections in dealing with various merchants to contact some merchants who offered fair prices and reliable sources of goods.

She placed a heavy money box on the counter, opened it to reveal neatly stacked banknotes, and said frankly, "Mr. Amado, this is all the funds our Akatsuki organization can currently use. However, since Yahiko took over the village, our people are urgently taking stock of the village's assets, and we should have more funds available later."

Amado pushed up his orange sunglasses, a cigarette still dangling from his lips, smoke curling upwards.

He glanced at the money box, then at Konan and Nagato, a genuine smile appearing on his face: "Konan, Nagato, you're too kind. Lord Menma saved my daughter Akabane, and the Akatsuki provided shelter when we were in our most difficult time. I, Amado, will always remember this kindness. I will certainly help with this small favor."

Standing beside him, Akaibi looked much better than before, with a healthy blush on her face. She smiled and chimed in, "Yes, Konan, Nagato, I also want to do my part for everyone! Please let me know if you need me to run errands or help with inventory!"

Seeing Akabby's renewed energy, Xiao Nan's usually cool face softened with a gentle smile as she began to discuss the purchase list and possible channels with Amado and his daughter.

As Nagato was about to enter the shop, he vaguely sensed a faint, unsettling gaze upon him.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the street outside, where some people were gradually returning to normal.

In that instant, his gaze met that of a figure slowly walking towards him from across the street!

He was a tall, imposing man wearing an ancient yet menacing red layered armor. His long black hair, like a lion's mane, cascaded over his shoulders, with a single strand falling down to obscure his right eye.

His facial features were sharply defined, as if carved by a knife and axe. His exposed left eye was deep and sharp. Just by standing there, he exuded a terrifying aura of dominance and arrogance, causing the surrounding noise to subside unconsciously.

The moment Nagato met those deep eyes, he felt an indescribable shiver run through his body like an electric current!
His blood seemed to freeze at that moment, and his body trembled violently uncontrollably. In his eyes, the emotion called "fear" was clearly reflected!

Uchiha Madara!

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