"Naruto: Ice God"Chapter 97: Uchiha Madara
Just as Mogurō was about to strike Kakashi, an ice mirror materialized out of thin air between them. Mogurō's blade struck the mirror with a crisp sound.
Kakashi, however, pressed forward relentlessly. He shattered the ice mirror with his hand and pierced Mogurō's abdomen.
With a "poof," Mogurō dissolved into smoke, and Kakashi halted his attack.
After the brief skirmish, Kakashi realized he couldn't properly control the Lightning Cutter—in other words, this jutsu wasn't yet ready for actual combat.
"There's an opening!"
Elsewhere, one of Mogurō's remaining shadow clones suddenly burst from underground, targeting Obito and Rin in the rear. But Obito, now having awakened his single-tomoe Sharingan, was far more perceptive than before. He reacted in time to block the clone's initial assault.
"Fire Release: Dragon Fire Technique!"
Kicking away Mogurō's outstretched arm, Obito formed hand seals and expelled flames shaped like a dragon's head, striking the shadow clone directly and dispersing it.
Keeping Rin behind him, Obito gripped his kunai and scanned their surroundings alertly, guarding against surprise attacks.
"I can't believe my shadow clones were eliminated so quickly. Damn it, aren't they just a bunch of kids? And how exactly were those clones taken out...?"
Hidden behind a tree trunk, Mogurō cautiously peered out to assess the battlefield situation.
When he spotted where his shadow clones had been concealed, his pupils contracted sharply—he instantly understood how his clones had met their end.
Several ice mirrors stood there, gleaming with white radiance.
Connecting this with the recently destroyed clones, Mogurō comprehended everything.
A chill crept up behind him, accompanied by excruciating pain in his leg and arm joints.
Four senbon pierced through his limb joints, stripping Mogurō of control over his extremities. His body collapsed uncontrollably, face-first into the ground.
"The White Reaper... The Konoha Ice Release ninja who struck terror into enemies on the Kumogakure battlefield..."
With his limbs immobilized and knowing his fate was sealed, Mogurō spoke with difficulty, craning his neck to look at Feng Bai behind him.
Feng Bai paid him no attention, continuously creating senbon and driving them into Mogurō's pressure points, sealing off any possibility of a counterattack.
By the time Kakashi, Obito, and the others reached Mogurō, Feng Bai had already turned him into a human pincushion.
"Obito, use genjutsu on him."
With preparations complete, Feng Bai signaled Obito to employ his Sharingan on Mogurō.
Soon, Feng Bai and his team learned that two more jonin were guarding ahead, and a large force led by special jonin Suma Shi was advancing toward their position.
"Three jonin, huh? Quite the luxurious lineup."
Seeing no additional intelligence could be extracted, Feng Bai efficiently slit Mogurō's throat and began contemplating their next move.
The upcoming actions would carry considerable risk—who knew whether Lord Madara and that scheming "filial son" might be lurking somewhere, watching him right now?
Actually, they'd be watching Obito.
Feng Bai was half right.
Something was indeed observing them at this moment, though it wasn't Black Zetsu—it was a White Zetsu.
As everyone knows, beneath the Land of Grass lurks a kindly Uchiha grandfather who relies entirely on White Zetsu to gather intelligence, staying informed about developments across the ninja world.
Upon detecting that Obito possessed the Sharingan, this White Zetsu immediately burrowed underground to report the news to Madara.
At this time, Uchiha Madara sat against a chair fashioned from a hollowed-out giant tree stump, a scythe serving as his walking stick beside him, while massive mysterious tubes behind him supplied the nutrients necessary for his survival.
"Huff... huff..."
Accompanied by faint snoring, the aged Madara bore no resemblance to the man who once danced across battlefields throughout the ninja world. So decrepit had he become that separating him from the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path would mean instant, irreversible death.
"Ma~da~ra~-sama~"
In a voice sickeningly sweet enough to make teeth ache, White Zetsu called out to awaken Madara.
"Hmm?"
Opening his eyes, Madara was clearly disoriented, taking quite a while before focusing his gaze on White Zetsu.
I really am getting old—I can't even remember when I fell asleep.
"What is it?"
Madara's voice was hoarse as he inquired about White Zetsu's purpose for waking him.
"Madara-sama, following your instructions, I've been observing the young Uchiha on the current battlefield and discovered an interesting specimen."
White Zetsu revealed Obito's name and the fact that he possessed the Sharingan.
"Uchiha Obito... I remember..."
Hearing the name, Madara began to contemplate.
He had always dispatched White Zetsu to monitor the Uchiha clan, hoping to eventually find a suitable proxy to keep Nagato in check.
After all, you can't put all your eggs in one basket—if Nagato didn't develop according to his expectations, wouldn't he just be doing charity work, giving away the Rinnegan for free?
"Obito... Obito... huff... huff..."
Muttering Obito's name, Madara's voice grew progressively softer until it once again became snoring.
"Uh, Ma~da~ra~-sama~"
"I'm listening."
Awakened again by White Zetsu, Madara refused to admit he'd dozed off while simultaneously recalling Obito's profile.
"That child shows promise. You must monitor him closely. His heart overflows with love, but once he experiences true suffering, that love will transform into profound hatred. Then he'll embrace my ideology and become my proxy."
"However, the people around him aren't easy to handle. One of them is that... Ice Death Wind... is that the name?"
"No, it should be Ice White Wind."
"No, no, it's White Ice Wind."
"No, no, no, it should be..."
Just as the White Zetsus were about to break into argument, Madara, feeling his head throb from the noise, called for silence: "Enough! There's someone troublesome around him, correct?"
Seeing White Zetsu nod, Madara extended his arm. After a moment's concentration, a black substance slid from his wide sleeve, dropped to the ground, and crawled onto one of the White Zetsus.
"Black Zetsu, go and see if you can bring that boy here without alerting them."
Looking at this product of his Yin-Yang Release training, Madara issued his command, then turned his gaze to another White Zetsu nearby: "You continue monitoring the boy fighting Kirigakure. If an opportunity arises, bring him over as well."
That's right—you can't put all your eggs in one basket, not even when it comes to proxies.
Even if both Black Zetsu and White Zetsu failed, Madara could find a third candidate to control—though they'd be somewhat older. 🔥 Want to read the next 50+ chapters RIGHT NOW?
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