Infinite: The Main God Space Starting from Naruto

Chapter 87 The Shock of the Truth

In an instant, a blazing pillar of fire erupted from the spotted mouth, hurtling towards the two guards. Wherever the flames passed, the surrounding rainwater instantly evaporated.

The two guards stared wide-eyed; they had never seen such a terrifying fire technique before, and for a moment they forgot to dodge.

Just as the flames were about to engulf the two, three voices rang out almost simultaneously: "Water Release: Water Barrier!"

Three powerful streams of water surged in from different directions, colliding with the flames and producing a piercing hissing sound. Large amounts of steam rose up, enveloping the entire battlefield.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, three figures came into view.

The leader was an orange-haired youth who warily scanned his surroundings. To his left and right stood a red-haired man and a purple-haired woman. All three looked serious, their eyes fixed on the direction of Ban.

Not far away, the other members of Akatsuki quickly arrived. In the blink of an eye, about twenty people had surrounded Madara. They were vigilant and ready to attack at any moment.

Yahiko looked at the guard with a grave expression and asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"

One of the guards hurriedly replied, "This person suddenly barged in, and when we went to stop him, he attacked without saying a word!"

Xiao Nan squinted, carefully examining Ban. She whispered a warning, "Be careful, this person is not simple."

At that moment, Madara's gaze swept over the three of them, finally settling on Nagato. His eyes suddenly sharpened, and a slight smile played on his lips: "So, he was here after all..."

Yahiko noticed Madara's reaction and frowned slightly.

He stepped forward, looked directly at Ban, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? Why have you broken into our base?"

"You should have heard of me." A cold smile curled at the corner of Madara's lips as he said in a low voice, "My name is... Uchiha Madara."

These four simple words struck like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of everyone present.

Yahiko's pupils suddenly contracted, and his expression changed from serious to astonishment, and then to disbelief.

"Uchiha Madara? Impossible!" Konan exclaimed, instinctively taking a half-step back.

Yahiko gritted his teeth, his voice laced with suspicion: "Uchiha Madara has been dead for many years. Who are you? Why are you impersonating him?"

Madara looked at Yahiko's reaction and sneered. "Impersonation?" His voice carried a hint of sarcasm.

Do you really think that someone like me would easily disappear into the annals of history?

Yahiko took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Regardless of whether the person in front of him was really Uchiha Madara, his strength was clearly not to be underestimated.

"Even if you are Madara Uchiha," Yahiko said in a deep voice, "you cannot just barge into our base. What is your purpose here?"

Madara slowly spoke: "I've come here to reclaim what is rightfully mine."

His gaze was fixed on Nagato, who involuntarily took a half step back, a strange unease rising in his heart.

"Those eyes," Madara's voice was unhurried, "were originally mine. Now, it's time to return them to their rightful owner."

Madara walked slowly forward, each step making the surrounding air even more tense. The Akatsuki members gripped their weapons tightly, ready to strike at any moment.

Yahiko and Konan instinctively stepped in front of Nagato.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Yahiko shouted angrily. "How could Nagato's eyes possibly be yours?"

Madara smirked as he heard Yahiko's question. His gaze swept over everyone present, finally settling on Nagato.

"Naive brats!" Madara said coldly, his voice filled with disdain. "Do you really think those eyes are so easy to obtain?"

He paused, then continued, a hint of pride in his voice: "These eyes are the result of the fusion of my power and Hashirama Senju's power—the power of the Sage of Six Paths!"

Madara looked directly into Nagato's eyes: "I transplanted this into you when you were young. This is a gift I gave you, understand?"

These words struck everyone present like a heavy hammer blow. Nagato felt a buzzing in his head; his eyes widened in disbelief, and his lips trembled slightly.

He had always thought that these eyes were a responsibility bestowed upon him by God, but now, Madara said they were his "gift"?

He remembered Jiraiya saying he was the prophesied savior because of these eyes. Was it all built on lies?

Nagato stood rooted to the spot, his eyes glazed over. He muttered to himself, "How could this be? My eyes..."

"Nagato!" Yahiko's voice suddenly rang out: "Don't believe what he says!"

At this moment, Yahiko's voice pulled Nagato back from his thoughts, and then he heard him continue:

"No matter where these eyes came from, they are now a part of you. It was you who used these eyes to protect us, to protect Xiao."

Konan stepped forward and stood beside Nagato: "Yahiko is right, Nagato. Your value lies not in these eyes, but in your beliefs."

Upon hearing this, the confusion in Nagato's eyes gradually faded, and she softly said, "Thank you."

Seeing this, Yahiko's lips curled into a slight smile. He turned around to face Madara Uchiha directly: "If you don't leave, then we'll have to make our move!"

Madara looked coldly at Yahiko, a smile playing on his lips: "What? You guys want to dance too?"

Whoosh!

As soon as he finished speaking, Akatsuki members surged forward like a tidal wave. Almost simultaneously, the figures around him lunged at Madara, and the air was instantly filled with murderous intent.

A burly member was the first to attack, his longsword gleaming coldly as he slashed fiercely at the man with the scaly face. The blade sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

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"Too slow," Ban muttered, his voice full of disdain.

Ban remained motionless. Just as the blade was about to touch the tip of his nose, he slightly turned his head, and the wind from the sword whistled past his cheek.

Without the slightest hesitation, his right hand shot out like lightning and accurately gripped the other's wrist.

"Crack!" The crisp sound of bones breaking was accompanied by a piercing scream.

With a slight twist, Ban snapped the member's wrist instantly, and the longsword swung back into his own neck, causing blood to gush out.

Taking advantage of this opening, another member seized the opportunity. His right leg shot out like an arrow, striking fiercely at Ban's waist.

boom!

With a flick of his left hand, Ban accurately grabbed the opponent's ankle and flung him away, causing the member to lose his balance and fly out like a kite with a broken string.

"ah--!"

Amidst a piercing scream, the member crashed heavily into his companion behind him. With a "bang," the two fell to the ground like bowling pins.

A cold glint flashed in Ban's eyes. He loosened his grip on his right hand, and the longsword he had snatched from the enemy instantly flew out of his hand.

"Whoosh!"

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the air with a piercing whistle. The two Akatsuki members who had just fallen hadn't even had time to get up before the longsword came hurtling towards them.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered as the longsword pierced straight through their bodies. The piercing screams abruptly ceased, leaving only faint groans. Their bodies twitched a few times, then quickly went still.

At the same time, three flashes of cold light arrived like lightning. Three Akatsuki members simultaneously thrust their longswords towards Madara's vital points. The blades sliced ​​through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Madara suddenly turned around, his Sharingan instantly sweeping over the three of them. In that instant, the three members felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their movements freezing on the spot.

"Thud!" The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out.

Before the three members could react, the longswords in their hands had already pierced through their own chests.

Blood flowed slowly down the sword, pooling on the ground in a crimson stain.

More and more Akatsuki members are attacking.

Ban's figure weaved through the crowd, his movements fluid and graceful, as if performing an elegant dance. Every dodge was perfectly timed, and every counterattack was incredibly precise.

(End of this chapter)