Naruto: The Uchiha Calabash Brothers are reshaping the ninja world

By evening, the first probing battle between Kumogakure and Konoha had ended.

Uchiha Mo's team was positioned at the far end of the battlefield, so they quickly completed their withdrawal and returned to their camp.

The members of the seventh and eighth squads had returned to their tents to rest, while Mo went alone to the woods next to the camp.

He found an open space, first took off his blood-stained Jonin vest, and then focused his gaze on the illusory panel. After a cursory scan, Mo did nothing, because that gaze was still on him.

"Come out, you've been exposed."

Mo stood expressionless in place, and inexplicably spoke to the empty space.

"..."

The entire forest fell silent instantly.

Black Zetsu was hidden underground beneath Mo's feet, his two orange eyes wide open, and his mouth instantly frozen into a line. Even without facial features, his eyes and mouth shape still revealed his shock.

"This...how is this possible? Are you trying to trick me?"

"You've been watching for a long time, haven't you? My secrets have been discovered by an unknown nobody like you. If you don't come out within three breaths, I'll have to consider you an enemy, and then... I won't hold back."

To be honest, although he knew the approximate location of Black Zetsu, Mo was not confident that he could kill him directly.

Black Zetsu is not strong in combat, but taking his life is by no means an easy task. Even sealing Black Zetsu is much simpler than killing him. If a fatal blow cannot be delivered, Black Zetsu will inevitably use the Mayfly Technique to escape instantly. Making a rash move will cause a lot of trouble.

Uchiha Mo knew very well what Black Zetsu's purpose was. Since he had his eye on him, he must have some ulterior motive. Directly provoking him with words was a wiser choice than taking action. This was the result of Mo's careful consideration on the way.

As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent again, and time slowly passed.

"Should we go out? Indra did create a sensory ninjutsu, but if he could detect me, he should have detected me long ago. It's impossible that he waited until now..."

A breath passed.

"For a thousand years, ever since Hagoromo passed away, I have been on the move, but apart from Hashirama Senju, no one has ever discovered me..."

"A child who's only ten years old... how is that possible... but... this is Indra... if it were him..."

Two breaths passed.

"No! Indra only discovered my whereabouts because I made contact with him. This guy couldn't possibly..."

Three breaths...

"Should I run away...? No! I can't! It doesn't matter if it's true or false! Whether it's true or false, I can't hide anymore, not even if it's a bluff! If Indra finds out that this being is me in the future, someone like him will definitely start to reject and doubt me. That would have too much of an impact on the plan, and I can't afford to gamble..."

  

"The only option is to make contact with Indra sooner rather than later!"

Mo lowered his brows and silently gathered chakra in his right palm. Just as he was about to make his move, a pool of black substance suddenly rose slowly from the ground in front of him.

After it emerged from the ground, it slowly coalesced into the shape of a human upper body.

Black Zetsu's orange-yellow eyes curved slightly as he looked at Uchiha Mo in front of him and slowly said:

"Long time no see, Indra... I never imagined that after a thousand years, I would finally be able to wait for you again..."

"Indra?!"

Mo was startled and almost lost control of his facial expression.

"Indra? Black Zetsu actually mistook me for Indra. Is it because of this face...? But Madara should..."

He dispersed the chakra in his palm, put aside his doubts for the moment, lowered his brows, and stared sharply at Black Zetsu.

"What exactly are you? When did you start spying on me? And who is Indra...?"

"Hehehehe..." Black Zetsu's peculiar voice seemed distorted, emitting an extremely strange laugh.

"Indra, that's you! The savior of this utterly wretched ninja world!"

Black Zetsu's voice was high-pitched and excited, and anyone could hear the genuine joy in his tone!

"snort!"

Mo snorted coldly and replied in a chilling voice, "I am Uchiha Mo, not anyone else. Don't think that just because you flatter me a few times, I'll let you off the hook!"

"hehe……"

Black Zetsu wasn't in a hurry; instead, he let out a low chuckle.

Uchiha Mo's reaction was exactly how Indra should be, because Indra was such a self-centered person. If he had readily accepted it, or if he had shown any wavering or doubt, then Black Zetsu would have found it strange.

"You've already noticed, haven't you? Your Sharingan is more perfect than other Uchiha! Your ocular power is purer than Sharingan of the same level! Your control and creativity in techniques are stronger than ordinary people!"

Upon hearing this, Mo frowned. "It's because my talent is better."

"Talent... Heh, indeed. Your talent is certainly beyond the reach of ordinary people! After all, you inherited the purest power from the Goddess of the Rabbit. Sooner or later, you will become an existence surpassing the Sage of Six Paths!"

"Click!"

Mo placed his right palm on the hilt of Futsu no Mitama, his brows furrowing slightly.

"I'm not wasting my time listening to your myths. If this is your last word, I won't listen to it dutifully."

A sharp gaze fell on Black Zetsu, and he shuddered.

"Why does Indra seem even more irritable than he was a thousand years ago?"

"I know you won't believe me easily, but you'll understand sooner or later. Uchiha Mo, you are the one this world, which has been lamenting for thousands of years, has been waiting for—the only savior!"

"And I... am the one responsible for guiding you to complete your mission!"

Before Mo could reply, Hei Jue disappeared into the ground once more, vanishing completely along with the gaze that had been directed at him…

Uchiha Mo lowered his hand from the hilt of the sword, frowned, and stood rooted to the spot.

On the other side, Black Zetsu was moving rapidly underground.

"He didn't make a move... It seems Indra has developed some doubts and interest... Heh~ Just like a thousand years ago..."

Black Zetsu didn't intend to recruit Uchiha Sumire directly in one go. Someone as self-centered and arrogant as Indra would never easily believe what others say.

On the contrary, once he draws a conclusion through his own vision and thinking, he becomes extremely stubborn, even to the last moment. Even if he fails, he will only think about whether he made a wrong step rather than choosing the wrong path.

"The seed has been planted, so the rest of the plan is simple. In that case, Madara... needs to speed things up as well..."

"The destined and only savior, to save the ninja world from a thousand years of purgatory... Heh~ Indra, I know you like this identity. Prepare to slumber peacefully in the dream I've woven for you..."