Chapter 62 Healthy Weasel?
call out.
As the whirlpool twisted the space, Obito's figure twisted and appeared in the dark forest.
Uchiha Itachi was the first to notice the strange chakra aura appearing behind him, and he immediately turned around to look.
It’s that mysterious masked man again!
"Why are you looking for me again?" Uchiha Itachi opened his Mangekyō Sharingan and stared at him coldly.
Obito during this period still had the same crazy hairstyle as Madara, and his every move was imitating Madara's aura. Although they were not exactly the same, the sense of mystery was full.
"Uchiha Itachi, the clan's genius ninja."
Obito used to praise Itachi, which sounded like the concern of an elder for a younger one, but also like a sarcastic tone.
"What do you think of what I told you last time?"
Uchiha Itachi paused for a moment and said, "I can't decide this yet. The future of the clan and the village should be decided by the Hokage."
"Ah~ What a good boy. So what do you think the Hokage will do?"
How to do it? Uchiha Itachi was stunned for a moment. Although he was young, he could vaguely see the Third Hokage's thoughts.
On the surface, the Third Hokage gave Itachi the right to choose, but in fact he was directly putting the blame on Itachi. At that time, whether it was genocide or rebellion, the Third Hokage could clear himself of all blame.
It’s like a subordinate asking a leader, “yes or no?”
The leader replied with an "or", leaving you to choose between yes and no.
If something goes wrong, the leader will directly put the blame on you, saying that the problem was caused by your wrong choice.
This is the case with Uchiha Itachi. Every time he goes to ask the Third Hokage how to handle the relationship between the clan and the village.
The Third Hokage was always vague, using some seemingly righteous words to evade him. If he asked, it was the will of fire. If he asked again, it would be impolite to not know how to choose...
"The Hokage probably acquiesced to getting rid of the Uchiha clan."
Uchiha Itachi murmured, in fact, he also thought so in his heart. From the perspective of the Third Hokage, he naturally could not let the Uchiha clan, who could threaten his rule at any time, stay.
Besides, since they are a clan and a village, they will naturally have to keep the village, preserve the majority and abandon the minority.
There was a hint of regret in Obito's eyes. It was a pity that an outstanding Uchiha genius was poisoned by Konoha's Will of Fire. But... if he had not been poisoned, he would not have been able to use Itachi.
Perhaps this is the destiny.
"Make your choice, Itachi. The clan and the village can no longer coexist. As I said before, I have some grudges with the Uchiha clan that need to be avenged. So, if you want to eradicate the Uchiha clan, I can lend you a hand."
"I……"
Uchiha Itachi silently stretched out his hands and looked at his palms: "My power is too weak, I can't do anything for the clan."
At this time, Uchiha Itachi was only over 11 years old, not yet the 13-year-old age when his clan was exterminated in the original work. His physical fitness and chakra were far behind.
Obito pondered for a moment, then took out a syringe filled with green solution from his palm.
"This is a special potion that can greatly increase your strength. However, the side effects are also very serious. If you can't make it through it, you may die."
The reason why Obito was able to so readily give the Hashirama cell solution to Uchiha Itachi was that this Hashirama cell solution was diluted and was not extracted from the original training cells, but was made from White Zetsu cells.
Secondly, the current 11-year-old Uchiha Itachi made Obito feel no sense of crisis. He didn't know how perverted Uchiha Itachi would be in the future, so he was confident that even if Uchiha Itachi used this solution, he would not be his opponent.
Uchiha Itachi took the syringe. Seeing this, Obito smiled with satisfaction and began to distort space with his right eye: "I hope to see you again soon."
call out.
The whirlpool swirled and Obito disappeared on the spot.
Uchiha Itachi looked at the empty space and murmured: "The space-time pupil technique really comes and goes without a trace."
Holding the syringe, Uchiha Itachi began to think about the trade-off between his clan and the village. A large number of complicated thoughts filled his mind.
He was extremely annoyed, and a feeling of wanting to destroy everything flashed through his mind unconsciously. Finally, among thousands of fragments of thoughts, his thoughts stopped on the image of Sasuke.
"That's right. I've had enough of this clan and this village. Sasuke, as long as Sasuke can live well, nothing else matters!!"
puff!
He raised the syringe and stabbed it into the carotid artery. The green solution entered the blood circulation system and flowed throughout the body.
His whole body also began to heat up, and he fell to the ground with his body hunched over, like a scalded shrimp.
"A…A Tammy!"
Uchiha Itachi struggled in pain on the ground, his fingers digging into the grass and making a hole in the ground.
"Huhhhh, this is all for Sasuke! My generosity won't stop here!!"
Bang bang bang!
A large number of capillaries burst and blood spurted out, making him look like a bloody man.
Not only that, his skin also began to become hard, like tree bark, and countless branches and green leaves grew out of his body...
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the other side.
Two Uchiha clan members were chatting animatedly.
"Senior Huojiu is truly my idol. I want to emulate him and make a contribution to the Uchiha's reappearance as a great people!"
"Yes, yes. Senior Huojiu is truly the light of our Uchiha, lighting the way for us to move forward!"
"Great, you think so too?!"
"Of course, but I think Huojiu-senpai's speech is still missing something."
"What's missing?!" asked the fanatical tribesman dissatisfiedly.
"Of course it's the urge to poop! He guided you, but not me. He should have explained the feeling of poop in his speech, so that I can be guided to the bright path of understanding the urge to poop!"
The fanatics were confused, "Ah, no, what on earth are you talking about!"
puff.
The kunai pierced into the flesh, and the fanatical tribesman looked at the sharp weapon piercing his heart in shock, unable to accept the fact that he was about to die.
"You can't understand poop either, Xine."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Uchiha's body twisted and faded into a white humanoid creature.
"White Zetsu." Obito walked out of the whirlpool.
When White Zetsu heard someone calling him, he turned around immediately, and after seeing Obito, he shouted, "Banara-sama!"
When necessary, White Zetsu will call Obito "Madara".
Obito absorbed the body under White Zetsu's feet into the Kamui space and asked, "How is the matter of sowing discord going?"
Bai Zetsu chuckled and said, "Don't worry, every time I kill someone, I will leave some flaws, making it look like a trace of the "Root" ninja's attack.
Now the Uchiha clan is about to explode, and their desire to start a war can no longer be suppressed. In the next one or two days, they must first gather all the Uchiha clan members and mobilize them."
"Very good, there is no need to continue killing people. Get all the White Zetsu out of the Uchiha clan as soon as possible. Next, it's time for the protagonist to take the stage."
"I understand." Bai Zetsu slowly merged into the ground.