I am the most popular character in Naruto!

This wasn't the first time Chiaki had encountered Madara Uchiha, but she still trembled with fear under his oppressive aura, as if it were her first time meeting him.

When reading the original work, Chiaki had imagined countless times what she would do if she really met Uchiha Madara.

But imagination is just imagination; in reality, she behaved in such a "pathetic" way.

"Why Obito..."

Chiaki tilted her head back with difficulty and asked, still not understanding why it was Obito.

Any member of the Uchiha clan could have become the next Madara Uchiha, so why was it Obito?

Madara Uchiha quietly watched Chiaki struggling against his oppressive aura and nodded imperceptibly.

Compared to others, this little girl, who is known as the Goddess of Life, does indeed have some talent.

Her chakra level is very high, and her strength is also outstanding.

Among elite Jonin, probably no one can compare to her.

What Madara Uchiha found even stranger was that, despite it being only the second time he had met Chiaki, he had the unsettling feeling that Chiaki knew him very well…

No.

Once you reach your level, all illusions are correct; there is no such thing as an illusion.

If you experience a feeling that you cannot understand, it indicates inadequate intelligence gathering.

The body has given the answer, but the brain hasn't been able to process it.

Therefore, Madara Uchiha was extremely interested in Chiaki.

He was even so interested that he wanted to try it out with Chiaki himself.

Madara Uchiha firmly believed that one's true nature can be revealed in a single encounter.

Fighting is the best form of dialogue.

The reason he enjoyed fighting Hashirama Senju was because he wanted to have a conversation with Hashirama Senju.

Why Obito?

Madara Uchiha quietly looked at Chiaki below and repeated her question.

He suddenly looked at Qianqiu with great interest. Since his body felt that Qianqiu was very familiar with him, he might as well confirm it one more time.

"What do you think?"

"I think?"

Chiaki stared at Madara Uchiha in astonishment. In her memory, Madara Uchiha was not the kind of person who would talk to her.

Seeing Chiaki's astonishment, Madara Uchiha became even more certain of his thoughts. Sure enough, this little girl knew him incredibly well, even better than Hashirama Senju.

"That's right, tell me about it."

Madara Uchiha raised his chin at Chiaki in an unquestionable manner and spoke.

"...because anyone can..."

Chiaki and Madara Uchiha stared at each other for a moment, and then gave this answer.

"right?"

She stared intently at Madara Uchiha, "It's precisely because anyone could be chosen that you chose Obito."

"Because it doesn't matter!"

"Ha...hahahaha!"

Madara Uchiha burst into laughter. Although he looked old and frail, his laughter was still incredibly domineering.

"what's so funny!"

Chiaki glared angrily at Uchiha Madara; the feeling of being outnumbered and outmatched was truly unpleasant.

Madara Uchiha surpassed him by far too much, so much so that even if Chiaki fought desperately, he was no match for him.

The only hope is that Madara Uchiha values ​​his own life and will not personally engage in battle with him.

If he really risks his life and insists on fighting Qianqiu, then Qianqiu will have no choice but to give up...

Damn it.

If an old man over a hundred years old, a master of super shadow magic, is risking his life to fight him, what can he do?

This kind of plot usually happens during boss battles, where a reclusive old man unleashes his full power and fights desperately, only to fall down in front of the boss.

Something's definitely wrong with this plot. I'm not the boss, you know!

"No...nothing..."

Madara Uchiha chuckled for a moment, then looked at Chiaki with considerable amusement, nodding in agreement and saying, "As expected, you know me very well!"

"That's right!"

"That's because anyone can do it!"

Madara Uchiha stretched out his hand and said in an arrogant tone, "As long as someone inherits my power, even a piece of trash, I can make him invincible!"

"There's no reason!"

"Because I am Uchiha Madara!"

Unparalleled, incomparable!

This is the best in the world!

It must be said that even Hashirama Senju, the god of ninjas who dominated the ninja world, could not possibly overpower Madara Uchiha in terms of aura.

No one can say for sure what the true outcome of their final battle was.

All I can say is that Hashirama Senju is dead now, but Madara Uchiha is still alive.

"Then why can't you choose someone else?"

Chiaki looked at Madara Uchiha with resentment, both believing and disbelieving his words.

Could anyone simply inherit Madara Uchiha's power and become the strongest in the world?

Do not make jokes.

The corresponding strength must be matched with the corresponding talent to realize it.

It was precisely because Obito's talent was sufficient to support Madara Uchiha's power that he was able to surpass his limits.

Therefore, Madara Uchiha's choice of Obito was definitely based on consideration of his talent.

"Heh, so you guys, who call yourselves righteous people, only show your true colors when it comes to your loved ones."

Madara Uchiha chuckled softly, "If it were someone else, would you still be so persistent in asking?"

"Alright, I won't say anything more to you."

"Absolutely, make your move."

As Madara Uchiha finished speaking, a pitcher plant emerged from the ground, and beside it stood a boy with Sharingan activated, his expression dazed and confused.

The boy's body had a distinct junction, usually white, with one half being flesh-colored.

"Obito!"

Qianqiu opened her eyes wide, but her body was still unable to move. She could only watch helplessly as the pitcher plant suddenly split into seven white Zetsu.

Each White Zetsu lunged at the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, who were either kneeling or lying down.

"Ah...ah..."

"No! No! What the hell is that?!"

"Help!"

Chapter 384 Madara Uchiha's Training Plan

Why did the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist appear so abruptly near Konoha, and how did they become known to others?

Qianqiu finally understood his previous doubts.

Because Madara Uchiha wanted Obito to see their battle, to see their carnage!

One of the functions of the Sharingan is to replicate ninjutsu and movements.

In other words, as long as Obito keeps his Sharingan active and constantly replicates the battles of powerful ninjas, he can become stronger rapidly!

Based on what we know from the original work about the secret of the Fourth Mizukage being controlled by Madara Uchiha, it's easy to guess this outcome.

Madara Uchiha is using the resources of the entire Land of Water to cultivate Obito!

From this perspective, Chiaki now clearly understood why Madara Uchiha had appeared before him.

She understood what he wanted to do.

Very simple.

Let the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist fight against a ninja of similar strength, so that Obito can absorb their combat experience!

If Chiaki hadn't known the plot and rushed out to stop Might Dai when he disappeared, Obito would probably have witnessed Might Dai opening the Eight Gates at all costs and instantly killing the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist with overwhelming power.

This scene was of little reference value to Obito; on the contrary, the scene of Chiaki fighting the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist was what he should record.

However, the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist are indeed somewhat lacking in strength.

Especially when facing Chiaki, they couldn't even break through the future's defenses and fell directly in front of Chiaki.

This was somewhat unpleasant for Madara Uchiha.

The Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist are excellent pieces; we can't let them go to waste.

"What is this……"

"My God!"

"Help!"

The three still conscious—Juzo Biwa, Raiga Kurosuki, and Fuguki Suigetsu—watched as the White Zetsu pounced on them, and then slowly merged into their bodies.

Originally, Samehada wanted to do something when it saw its master being attacked by White Zetsu, but Madara Uchiha only glanced at it and it cowered in fear, not daring to make any other move.