My Villainous Life Starting with Naruto

Chapter 153 Kannabi - The Night Before

"This is it!"

White Zetsu put down the bedding and pillows, then clapped his hands in satisfaction:

"The width is just right, the bed board is neither too hard nor too soft, and the pillows are comfortable... Hmm, this is the perfect place for patients to recuperate!" He scratched his head and turned to ask:

"Hey? Madara, that guy you mentioned who's moving in soon, his name is... his name is..."

"Obito," Madara said slowly, still sitting in the wide chair, his life sustained by the chakra provided by the golem behind him.

"Ah, right, Obito," White Zetsu exclaimed.

"That's great, we have new neighbors. Madara, when can Obito move in?"

"tomorrow."

"Oh my, finally a young man has appeared..." Bai Jue jumped onto the bed, bouncing around.

He was unusually active today. Although White Zetsu is usually cheerful and outgoing, he shouldn't be this noisy normally.

Before each business trip, he would talk a lot like this to vent his frustrations beforehand, so he wouldn't go crazy from holding it in.

Madara Uchiha sighed:

"It's almost time, be quiet." He raised his hand and gouged out his left eye with a snap.

Because of the excessive depletion of his life force, Ban's body was like a mannequin stuffed with withered grass, with hardly any blood flowing out.

White Zetsu skillfully took the Sharingan from Kagami and pressed it into his own eye socket.

The one-eyed masked man who fought against Miko's corpse reappeared in the dark underground.

Use your strength when you're young, and your wisdom when you're old.

When a person is young, he can use his strength to conquer the world; but when his body weakens and he is in a predicament where he can only eke out a living underground, he must learn to use his brain to solve problems.

Madara Uchiha was the same.

Several dozen days ago, White Zetsu borrowed Kagami's Sharingan to cause trouble for Miko; he wasn't just idly playing a game.

During the fierce battle, the girl's clothes tore, revealing a short black rod. Others didn't know what it was, but Madara knew it all too well.

By combining intelligence, many things can be analyzed—

"The Moon Goddess is a guy with the eyes of a celestial being, hiding behind the scenes and manipulating corpses with black rods."

"He successively obtained the powers of Kaguya, Hyuga, and Senju, and was able to use Yin-Yang Release."

"For immortals, the opposite powerful force can create all things in the universe."

"Now that he possesses Hashirama's cells, he will eventually turn his attention to the Uchiha clan. A Sharingan comparable to Hashirama's will require a vast amount of Uchiha flesh and blood to build up, or..."

"Or, find Madara Uchiha, who is Hashirama's nemesis."

Thus, a series of plans began to take shape in Ban's mind.

Over the years, despite his physical limitations, Madara has accumulated some trump cards by relying on White Zetsu, which allows him to move freely among objects.

However, the man named Uchiha Madara knew very well that ordinary methods would be useless against someone with the Sage Eyes. White Zetsu plus Kagami's Mangekyou Sharingan was no match for him.

To solve this problem once and for all, we must invest heavily.

To gamble everything in advance for a "potentially powerful enemy" seems to be the most foolish decision.

But Ban trusted his own judgment.

He has experienced more battles than many ninjas have touched a kunai.

These old guys who survived from the Warring States period all have a similar temperament—arrogance, extreme self-confidence, and living by their own will from birth to death... Perhaps they are more deserving of the title "ninja" than the new generation.

The most powerful weapons in the world will not fade in luster just because they have been buried in the ground for a long time.

"That's enough." White Zetsu lowered his hand, chakra flowing through his Sharingan as he slowly adapted to this extra bloodline limit organ.

"I'm off..."

……

"Leader," a member of Akatsuki knelt on one knee, panting, and said.

"The guys from Konoha... they've broken in!"

Nagato opened his eyes. In fact, he already knew that Amegakure had been invaded before his subordinates even spoke. With the Rain Tiger Free Technique, Nagato could easily detect those sudden chakra reactions.

"One hundred, three hundred, eight hundred, one thousand five..." The red-haired young man counted slowly, his face growing increasingly cold.

The Land of Rain is a land of four warring states, harboring deep hatred for the Lands of Fire, Wind, and Earth. When they learned that the Akatsuki possessed the Rinnegan and had no intention of reconciling with the surrounding countries, the once easily bullied country became a thorn in their side.

This day will come sooner or later.

"However, you underestimate these eyes too much." Nagato Uzumaki muttered to himself. Just as he was about to make a move, countless pieces of paper flew over and suddenly gathered into the shape of a young woman.

"Nagato, something's wrong!" Konan gasped for breath, cold raindrops dripping down, causing her purple hair to cling tightly to her cheeks.

"The Konoha ninja know where you are; they're charging towards this tower."

"There's a traitor in the village." Nagato scoffed, then turned and smiled at his companion.

"It's alright, Minami. No matter how many enemies there are, I will protect you and...our country."

He raised his hand, his powerful pupil energy coursing through his entire body, and instantly disappeared from the tower.

The next moment, Nagato Uzumaki appeared in the most densely populated area of ​​Konoha ninja.

"Shinra Tensei!" A tremendous repulsive force appeared, and everything around was thrown back. Ninja tools, human bodies, and ninjutsu could not withstand it for even a second.

Houses collapsed, roads twisted and broke, and with a single blow, nearly a hundred enemies lost their lives.

Nagato Uzumaki, who possessed the Sage Eyes, was fundamentally different from other ninjas; Sages and humans could never be compared.

"What a bunch of idiots! Has Konoha fallen so low as to let its ninjas die in vain?" Nagato muttered, then tried to charge in again.

However, at that moment, a chilling feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Konan!" Nagato roared, manipulating repulsive and gravitational forces to fly into the air and return to the tower.

Unfortunately, it was too late for him.

The purple-haired woman was no longer visible above the dome.

Instead, there was a tall, white-haired man with two strange toads perched on his shoulders. His face had raised bumps, horizontal pupils, and peculiar patterns, like a mask.

This is Jiraiya in Sage Mode!

"Nagato, it's been more than half a year since I last saw you." Jiraiya's tone was calm:

"Xiao Nan is fine, she's inside the toad's belly."

"Release Konan..." Nagato's eyes were like those of a demon:

"Otherwise, I will gut all the toads on Mount Myōboku until I find Konan."

"Nagato..."

Footsteps suddenly broke the silence, interrupting their conversation.

"Let's end this reminiscing between master and disciple here, Jiraiya. I advise you to make use of that woman named Konan. Otherwise, the two of us might not be able to take him down on our own."

The man emerged from the shadows.

He wore a spiral-shaped one-eyed mask on his face.

Operation to retrieve the Rinnegan... Begin!

(End of this chapter)