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Shinomiya Aoha didn't know that while he was unconscious, Madara had already examined his memories once. He didn't know that Madara had only seen the residual memories in this body, not the previous life memories blocked by the system. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so afraid.
However, after forcing himself to calm down, he suddenly realised the situation might not be so bad.
Because this body was merely a 4-year-old brat, Madara might not really think that way and certainly wouldn't take him seriously.
And this was his opportunity, his advantage!
So Shinomiya Aoha maintained his trembling, stiff posture and said uneasily: "You're... Lord Shinigami, right?"
As he spoke, he slyly shifted his gaze to the scythe standing nearby.
Sure enough!
None of this escaped Madara's remaining eye. He withdrew the suspicion etched into his bones, thinking to himself how strange this was. Why would he make such associations because of a child's surprised look? It seemed he really was getting old.
"I'm not the Shinigami. I merely saved you from a group of ninjas, but unfortunately, I could only save you alone."
Watching Madara 'perform,' though Shinomiya Aoha didn't believe the truth was like this, the last memory of this body was indeed his mother fleeing with him, evading pursuing ninjas. His father had already been killed in the village while protecting him and his mother.
As for what happened after, he only remembered a sharp pain in his body, then the entire world went completely black.
Presumably, he'd been attacked then. His clothes were torn and tattered, but why were there no injuries on his body now?
Not thinking about that, Shinomiya Aoha decided to first figure out how to pass this current hurdle.
So he said "thank you," then his expression darkened, as if recalling something extremely desperate, sad, and terrifying.
"It's too early to thank me. I'll have you properly repay this debt." Madara had no interest in comforting this child, merely stating a fact in a flat tone.
But this was Madara's true character!
Saving someone out of pure kindness without seeking reward?
That was the foolish thing Senju Hashirama would do!
Even if Uchiha Madara saved someone, it would definitely be for some purpose or benefit!
Such a straightforward demand for repayment actually made Shinomiya Aoha breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed this old monster had no intention of abandoning or killing him, but planned to use him.
For someone currently powerless as a chicken, who any random bandit could crush with one hand, this was undoubtedly the best news!
He absolutely had to cling to this temporary golden thigh and see if he could extract some benefits. After all, he currently couldn't help the other with anything.
There was also that seemingly impossible mission; he had some calculations in mind and had found a direction, but it required long-term waiting.
So for now, the most important things were staying here and surviving!
Thus, Shinomiya Aoha immediately nodded: "I will definitely repay this debt. What do you need me to do?"
"You're still too weak. For now, just stay here as a servant. When the time is right, I'll tell you how to repay this debt."
Madara didn't elaborate, and Shinomiya Aoha didn't pry further.
Because he feared that asking more questions would drag him into that bullshit Infinite Tsukuyomi plan!
Better leave that crazy plan to young Obito. He currently just wanted to smoothly activate his golden finger, then outlive Madara. Then the world would be vast, where couldn't he go!
Dominate the ninja world?
Fight the Otsutsuki clan head-on?
Forget it!
That wasn't his style.
But at this moment, he didn't yet know that his shitty system would wreck his carefully planned life into complete chaos!
Over the next six months, Shinomiya Aoha proactively integrated into his new life.
Madara said to be a servant, so he was truly being treated as a servant!
Serving tea, fetching water, and cleaning, all his daily work.
Originally, these tasks were completely unnecessary!
As for the promised golden thigh hugging and early investment, not even a ghost's shadow!
Forget chakra cultivation methods; Madara hadn't even taught him the most basic taijutsu or even training methods.
Several times, he couldn't help asking, only to be told by Madara that the time wasn't right yet.
He really wanted to curse!
He wanted nothing more than to immediately pull out Madara's 'oxygen tubes' and let this old geezer drop dead instantly!
But after weighing the power disparity and his own capabilities, he ultimately gave up helplessly.
Anyway, that day would come sooner or later. No rush, he'd let this old bastard bounce around a bit longer.
However, though the golden thigh plan had made no progress, he'd gotten along well with that jumpy White Zetsu fellow, assuming you could tolerate multiple clones simultaneously chattering endlessly at you...
Oh, right.
His daily meals were all found by White Zetsu from outside, usually wild fruits and vegetables. Occasionally, when some unfortunate beast wandered into the area, he could improve his diet. He'd been mocked about this for quite a while, since neither the current Madara nor the artificial human White Zetsu needed to eat.
But bizarrely, White Zetsu seemed extremely interested in the topic of 'defecation,' spending fifteen whole days pestering him with questions about 'what the urge to defecate felt like'...
He'd even tried to peep while Aoha was doing his business.
This nearly drove Aoha to collapse. He wanted nothing more than to conjure a 40-meter-long blade and hack this bastard down first!
Later, it took enormous effort to finally divert this guy's attention, barely escaping the crisis of 'losing his chrysanthemum.'
"That dying golden thigh can't be hugged, but getting on good terms with the future Akatsuki intelligence officer isn't bad either."
Shinomiya Aoha could only console himself this way.
At least Black Zetsu hadn't been released by that Madara fellow yet. Otherwise, his headaches would multiply.
On this day, after finishing his assigned work as usual, Aoha lay on his bed in a daze, wondering when such days would end.
But just then, intense tremors suddenly swept through the entire secret base.
"Little White, what happened? Is it an earthquake?"
Aoha immediately shouted toward the empty space ahead.
Then a white figure about his size suddenly emerged from the wall. This Little White was also one of White Zetsu's clones, specifically created as his... 'playmate'?
"Not an earthquake. Rocks collapsed over a tunnel. Two groups of ninjas are fighting outside. Other clones are investigating. New intelligence will arrive soon," said Little White, who looked somewhat like 'Nezha the Devil Child.'
Ninja battle?
Rocks collapsed over a tunnel?
Could it be...
Had this day finally arrived?
Shinomiya Aoha tried hard to recall the plot of 'Old Madara' meeting Obito, then his eyes lit up, seemingly finally seeing hope of completing the mission and activating his golden finger.
During these six months here, he hadn't truly made zero preparations. At least after befriending White Zetsu, he'd extracted plenty of outside intelligence.
Of course, these actions couldn't escape that old geezer's eyes, but he'd never intended to hide them from the start. After all, his current body posed no threat whatsoever and was highly deceptive.
A bored little brat curious about the outside world, so what? Any problem with that?
Perfectly reasonable, right!
So judging from the information he'd learned, the Battle of Kannabi Bridge couldn't be far off. Counting the time, what should happen was about to happen.
Hehehe, once little Obito appears, how far can the old geezer's last words be?
This 'oxygen tube', I'm pulling it for sure!