novelhk Chapter 231 If Hashirama were alive, I would definitely be very gratified.
Chapter 231 If Hashirama were alive, I would definitely be very gratified.
"As long as I can obtain the sealing technique from the Land of Whirlpools and completely resolve the issue of the Tailed Beasts, I can suppress Kaguya and those lunatics from the Yuki clan, and then I can..."
His voice abruptly stopped.
Because Hiruzen Sarutobi was looking at him with the eyes of someone looking at a clown.
"So, your plan is to use a high-stakes gamble to cover up an even bigger crisis?"
"That's... ridiculously stupid."
In one sentence, all of Jian Yue's explanations seemed pale and powerless.
He was stunned.
Yes.
He thought he was solving the problem.
In the end, he only pushed the entire village into an abyss of no return.
He lost everything.
The Third Mizukage stared intently at the man walking towards him with his bloodshot eyes.
Hiruzen Sarutobi.
The person who always had a gentle smile on his face.
But at this moment, in Jian Yue's eyes, this face was more terrifying than the demons in the deepest part of hell.
Why...?
"Konoha...why has it become like this?"
The Konoha I remember was quite powerful, but it upheld a spirit of kindness and compassion.
But the Hiruzen Sarutobi standing before him, and the steel army behind him, were completely different from the Konoha he remembered.
"What will it become?"
Hiruzen Sarutobi stopped ten meters in front of him and calmly asked a question.
"One...one..."
The Third Mizukage hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.
Upon hearing this, Hiruzen Sarutobi chuckled softly.
"Because your understanding of Konoha is too one-sided."
"Hehe...hehehehe..."
Jian Yue suddenly laughed, a laugh that was mournful and desperate.
They lost to this man's vision and iron fist, to Konoha's terrifying cohesion, and to the Will of Fire.
The Third Mizukage swayed, his face pale from blood loss and despair. The last sound of laughter caught in his throat, turning into a dry, breathy "heh."
"thump--"
The next second, his body went limp, and he completely fainted, collapsing onto the cold, hard reef, unconscious.
The sea breeze howled, whipping up waves that crashed against the rocks, and the whole world seemed to be filled with only this monotonous sound.
Hiruzen Sarutobi stood quietly, watching the Mizukage who had lost his stakes and buried the future of his village along with them.
Sudden.
"hehe……"
A slightly aged yet powerful laugh drifted over on the sea breeze.
The laughter carried a sense of world-weariness and an indifference that looked down upon all living beings.
"Konoha's...Third Hokage..."
"You did a great job."
The voice was neither hurried nor slow, and every word was clearly delivered to Hiruzen Sarutobi's ears.
"If Hashirama were alive... he would be very pleased."
As soon as the words were spoken, a figure slowly emerged from behind the shadows of the reef.
It was an old man.
Her long, gray hair, reaching her waist, was wildly draped over her shoulders and danced in the sea breeze.
His face was covered with deep wrinkles, the merciless marks left by time, recording his past glory and conquests.
He wore a dark purple high-necked robe, with an ancient style that was quite different from the clothing style of the current ninja world. The huge fan-shaped clan emblem on his back was particularly eye-catching in the moonlight.
Although he was no longer young and even showed signs of aging, the overwhelming aura emanating from him was enough to change the weather and make the sea submit.
He is the Asura of the ninja world—Uchiha Madara.
A man who should have long since passed away, existing only in legends.
My body has indeed aged.
But it still contains the power to overturn the entire world.
Hiruzen Sarutobi slowly raised his head, his movements without the slightest hesitation, as if he had anticipated his appearance.
He gazed calmly at the legendary ninja and nodded slightly.
"Lord Ban, you flatter me."
Hiruzen Sarutobi's reaction showed no surprise, no fear, only the calm and composed demeanor befitting a senior.
This calm caused Madara Uchiha to pause slightly.
The moonlight flowed, illuminating the outline of his entire body and his unparalleled eyes.
Those were pupils that shimmered with a purple glow and had concentric circles of patterns.
Rinnegan.
It is another form of Sharingan evolution, which is currently embedded in the body of this old Uchiha man.
Madara Uchiha used his Rinnegan to look Hiruzen Sarutobi up and down with great interest, his expression becoming increasingly satisfied.
He spoke again, his voice tinged with amusement.
"Good, you remain calm in the face of adversity."
"You don't seem surprised by my appearance?"
Hiruzen Sarutobi met those eyes—eyes powerful enough to break the spirit of any ninja—with a calm smile.
"I just guessed it by sheer luck."
In countless simulations in the past, Madara Uchiha, the biggest variable, had already been incorporated into the core of the calculations.
Hiruzen Sarutobi even simulated the scene of meeting him hundreds of times.
We've been preparing for this day for far too long.
However, what he felt at this moment was not the overwhelming sense of oppression he had imagined, but a kind of scrutiny that had been tempered by the passage of time.
"Heh, lucky me..."
Madara Uchiha crossed his arms over his chest, the sea breeze blowing his long, pale hair wildly through the air.
He repeated those two words, a hint of deeper meaning appearing in his Rinnegan.
This younger generation is shrouded in mystery.
With his own strength, he reunited the fragmented Konoha into a powerful force, even stronger than in its prime.
Using a calculated strategy, they made the unruly Uchiha clan willingly submit and contribute to the village's development.
He used an iron fist to force back the major ninja villages, and now he has used thunderous methods to suppress the allied forces of the two villages in this sea area.
All of this was by no means achieved by chance.
"You knew I would come all along."
This is not a question, but a statement.
A judgment based on absolute self-confidence.