I, a cultivator, ended up in the Naruto world.

Chapter 91 Uchiha Madara?

In the underground space enclosed by rock walls, the only sound was the soft murmur of liquid flowing through the pipes.

Fugaku Uchiha, enveloped by White Zetsu, recovered from the dizziness of being transferred.

His gaze swept across the surrounding walls.

What have I done to you? Is this still the ninja world?

Fugaku's footsteps echoed evenly on the gravel.

He stopped seven steps away, his right hand resting on the handle of the kunai in his ninja tool pouch at his waist, his left hand hanging at his side with his knuckles slightly clenched.

The Sharingan with its three tomoe rotated at a steady speed within its eye sockets, its vision sweeping across the black pipes embedded in the rock wall and the huge phantom connected at the end of the pipes, finally locking onto the person leaning against the rock wall, whose body was pierced by several black pipes.

The man had his head down, his white hair covering most of his face, his chest rising and falling so faintly it was almost invisible, and his exposed skin was dry and wrinkled, like a piece of dried-out rotten wood.

Fugaku spoke, trying to compose himself, a bad feeling creeping over him: "Who are you?"

The man raised his head, revealing one eye.

The whites of his eyes were cloudy, and his pupils contained layers of cyclical patterns.

His voice was hoarse as he said, "Uchiha Madara."

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Fugaku's Sharingan paused for half a second.

What year is it tonight?

He could even hear people identifying themselves as Uchiha Madara.

Did you know that Madara has been calling for a second Madara for almost a year now? Isn't it a bit too late for you to come out and acknowledge Madara now?

"Clan Chief Madara died long ago at the Valley of the End." Fugaku's fingertips traced the handle of a kunai. "The files of Konoha and the Uchiha clan clearly state this."

Madara didn't reply, but he slightly raised his Rinnegan and looked at Madara's Sharingan.

Fugaku did not retreat.

Do you think I'm easily scared?

"Bandit died a long time ago; he chose to die himself."

The person in front of me was like a living corpse, with only a faint fluctuation of chakra within him.

Don't say he doesn't believe he's Uchiha Madara; even if he really were, so what?

He was just a dying man, his life hanging by a thread, barely able to lift his hand.

The first lesson the Uchiha clan teaches as they grow up is to forget their roots!

With a slight twitch of his fingertips, Fugaku sent a kunai from a ninja tool pouch into his palm.

He flipped his wrist, and the kunai drew a straight line along the ground, the blade aimed at the man's ankle.

This is a test, not a killing move.

The kunai stopped abruptly three inches from the opponent's ankle, as if it had crashed into an invisible wall, and then shattered into pieces.

Fugaku clenched his knuckles even tighter.

He could clearly see that the other person hadn't moved a single finger from beginning to end.

With just the release of chakra, he shattered the kunai made of refined iron.

He raised his hand and quickly formed a hand seal.

Noon, 1-3 PM, 3-5 PM, 5-7 PM, 7-9 PM, 9-11 PM.

Chakra gathered in his chest cavity, and he opened his mouth, unleashing a condensed Fire Release: Great Fire Arrow. It wasn't a large-scale fireball, but a precisely compressed rocket, aimed directly at the pipe joint in the opponent's shoulder and neck.

The rocket disintegrated half a foot in front of the opponent, sparks flying but not even scorching a single white hair.

Fugaku's hand, which was forming a mudra, stopped in mid-air.

What is that?!

He saw the old man raise his head, and he saw a pair of eyes beneath his white hair.

Rinnegan!

The eyes of the legendary Sage of Six Paths!

Why would such eyes actually exist?

Moreover, this person even claimed to be Uchiha Madara.

For a moment, Fugaku Uchiha's brain went blank.

But in the next instant, he also saw that after the opponent defended twice, his breathing became weaker, the rise and fall of his chest almost disappeared, and even maintaining the release of chakra became difficult.

beat!

They're going to fight Uchiha Madara!

They're targeting the Rinnegan!

Fugaku reached his left hand into the inner layer of his ninja tool pouch, his fingertips touching the cool copper sound tube.

This is a ninja tool personally crafted by Kurama Murakumo, with the Kurama clan's bloodline chakra sealed inside its barrel.

Kurama Murakumo told him that by plucking the copper plate, the sound released by the sound tube could adjust the five senses according to the chakra, weaken the sense of pain, and enhance the sense of vision, hearing, and physical reaction speed.

He was the first user of this ninja tool.

He had tried it three times on his own before. Each time the music started, his Sharingan's ability to capture movement would double, his body's reaction speed would increase significantly, and even if he was injured, his pain would be suppressed to the minimum, so it would not affect his combat at all.

This is his trump card.

What he needs to do right now is to bring himself to his peak condition.

Kill him!

Kill this imposter, and you'll get a pair of Rinnegan!

Fugaku smiled slightly. He had only come here on a whim, but he hadn't expected such a pleasant surprise.

Fugaku gripped the microphone tightly, pressed his thumb against the copper plate on the side, and pushed it down.

My lord, times have changed.

Hey! Dao Ma, Dao Ma~

The exciting and dynamic music spread from the sound tube, filling the entire underground space with the air.

The moment the sound wave touched Fugaku's body, the chakra within him suddenly became smooth and fluid, and the rotation speed of his three-tomoe Sharingan instantly doubled, making his vision crystal clear.

He took a step forward, his hands already raised to the starting position for forming a hand seal.

Just then, the person in front of the rock wall, whose breathing had been so faint as to have almost stopped, suddenly became steady and long.

The Rinnegan that had been half-closed opened completely.

The withered and thin hand that had been hanging by his side slowly rose up, and his fingers moved a couple of times, making a slight cracking sound.

The chakra that was about to go out on his body suddenly erupted like a fire fueled by dry wood. The heavy and domineering pressure instantly filled the entire space, causing Fugaku's chakra to suddenly stop, and his raised hand froze in mid-air.

Fugaku's pupils suddenly contracted, and a sense of astonishment gripped his heart instantly.

He could clearly feel the music emanating from the microphone continuously acting on the other person.

The enhanced senses he thought only worked on him were having an effect several times stronger on this dying man.

A smile of surprise and mockery tugged at the corner of Ban's mouth.

He took a step forward, and the tubes on his body swayed slightly with his movement, but not a single drop of liquid leaked out.

"A little gadget made from the Kurama clan's bloodline limit?" Madara's voice was still hoarse. "Didn't the person who made this thing tell you that it indiscriminately enhances everyone who hears the sound?"

He stretched his shoulders, his joints cracking. "I was almost too weak to even lift my arm, but thank you for giving me that extra breath."

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Saddle Horse and Clouds!

Why did you hurt me!

Fugaku snapped back to his senses, rapidly forming hand seals, unleashing the full power of the Great Fireball Technique. The massive fireball engulfed the entire space, and the heatwave, carrying debris, pressed directly towards Madara.

Madara didn't raise his hand, but his Rinnegan slightly contracted.

The massive ball of fire suddenly reversed direction in front of him and crashed back towards Fugaku.

Fugaku's pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately dodged to the side. The ball of fire grazed his shoulder and slammed into the rock wall, exploding into a shower of sparks.

Before he could even steady himself, the figure in front of him vanished.

The Sharingan with its three tomoe spun wildly, yet it couldn't catch the opponent's movements at all.

The next second, a tremendous force slammed into his back.

His body slammed against the opposite rock wall as if struck by a boulder, with pebbles raining down and hitting his back.

A sweet taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed on the gravel in front of him.

He tried to get up by supporting himself against the rock wall, but his wrist was grabbed by a hand.

The hand looked withered and thin, but its strength was like that of cast iron. In an instant, it twisted his arm behind his back, and the other hand pressed against the back of his neck, pinning him firmly against the rock wall. His face was pressed against the cold stone, leaving him no room to even turn his Sharingan.

His chakra was completely blocked by an invisible wall, unable to flow at all.

Even with the enhanced microphone still active, he had no chance to struggle in the other party's hands.

Ban's voice was close to his ear: "Now, do you believe me?"

Fugaku gritted his teeth and remained silent.

That's it?

It wasn't as painful as when Yang Xiang gave him that big, tight thing.

The hand that had been pressing on the back of her neck loosened.

Madara withdrew his strength, but still stood behind him, his Rinnegan gaze pressing down on his back as if it were a physical force.

Fugaku slowly turned around, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. His three-tomoe Sharingan remained open as he looked at the person in front of him.

The microphone fell from his loosened hand and rolled to Ban's feet.

"I'm confiscating this little thing."

Madara's eyes looked at Fugaku.

Fugaku's view was instantly replaced.

He saw the stone tablet left by the Sage of Six Paths, the cursed fate of the Uchiha clan, the final battle at the Valley of the End, and the promise and betrayal between the Uchiha and Senju at the beginning of Konoha's founding.

He saw the Third Hokage's polite yet distant attitude towards the Uchiha clan in the Hokage's office, he saw Danzo's hidden killing intent, he saw the Root ninjas gradually tightening their encirclement, and he saw the Uchiha clan heading towards its annihilation.

He also saw the plan called "Eye of the Moon," saw the whereabouts of the Rinnegan, and saw that someone needed to walk in the sunlight for him, monitor the progress of the plan, wait for the right moment to complete the resurrection, and ultimately build a world without war, without betrayal, and where the Uchiha would no longer be slaughtered.

The view was withdrawn.

Fugaku snapped back to reality, his back already soaked in cold sweat.

He clenched his fist so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Illusion?

Eye power?

Such powerful force! He was completely immersed in it without the slightest resistance, as if he had experienced it all himself.

Although he now understands it's just an illusion, he knows the truth behind it.

This is not baseless speculation.

The deep-seated distrust of the Uchiha clan among Konoha's leadership.

When he encountered Danzo before, he could sense the man's undisguised malice.

Madara looked at him with disdain and an all-knowing understanding in his eyes: "The Uchiha clan should not be Konoha's watchdogs, and they should not have ended up being wiped out as a whole."

"You are the most capable person in the Uchiha clan right now. What you need to do is lead them and take back everything that belongs to us." Madara's voice struck Fugaku's heart with each word. "I'll give you a path. Be my hands, my eyes, walk in the sunlight for me, and carry out my plan."

I will give you power, and give the Uchiha clan a true future.

Fugaku's fist loosens and tightens, tightens and loosens again.

His pride wouldn't allow him to bow to anyone, but on his shoulders lay the very survival of the entire Uchiha clan.

If it's for the sake of the clan.

After a long while, he slowly released his hands and knelt on one knee.

"Madara-sama."

His voice was steady, without the slightest tremor.

Silence returned to the underground space. Only the soft sound of liquid flowing through the pipes drifted through the empty space.