Chapter 11 Yan Sheng: I'm so weak (angry...)

Deep underground, Black Zetsu moved through the cracks in the rocks and the soil like melting asphalt. His body had no fixed form and could precisely avoid all chakra-sensing pathways, like a flowing shadow.

The younger brother of the reincarnation of Indra...

Black Zetsu recalled the infant he had just seen—pale, thin, and tiny, lying in a cradle, its breathing so light it seemed it might stop at any moment.

What value can a child have if they can't even survive?

but......

If this child lives, he might become a bargaining chip to control the reincarnation of Indra; if he dies...

Black Zetsu's lips curled into a malicious grin.

Death often intensifies hatred more than life.

Just like the other four brothers of the reincarnation of Indra.

***

Yan Sheng opened his eyes in the darkness.

That thing is gone.

—That chilling, bone-deep feeling completely dissipated. He exhaled softly, and blue-green chakra spread around him like a thin mist.

This is not ordinary chakra perception.

Instead, it's a unique detection method developed by combining the breathing technique "Total Concentration - Constant Balance" with chakra. Energy spreads like a spider web, capturing every abnormal fluctuation in the air.

My intuition, stemming from my past life as a ghost, was indeed correct.

The aura emanating from that being bore a resemblance to that of Muzan Kibutsuji: equally chilling and filled with decaying malice.

Yan Sheng slowly raised his hand, and a wisp of chakra condensed in his palm, gradually forming a skeletal shell. This was the limit he could currently exert.

The bone hand silently slipped underground, following the sinister trail.

After diving nearly forty meters, the bone hand finally stopped.

The black and white image transmitted back through the collision of chakra and objects caused Yan Sheng's pupils to contract slightly—it was a spore.

Densely packed spores.

Countless tiny black spores clung to the ground, like an eerie patch of moss. They trembled slightly with the flow of chakra, as if breathing.

This is......

Yan Sheng sensed the same cold and evil aura emanating from these spores. After thinking for a moment, he carefully manipulated his bone hand to touch one of the spores.

In an instant, the spores burst open, and black threads coiled around the bone hand like venomous snakes.

Oh no—

He decisively severed the connection, but a small amount of "black threads" still rushed towards him along the direction of the chakra return! At the critical moment, Yan Sheng's eyes suddenly turned a scarlet red.

The next second, the woman in black stockings froze on the spot, losing all trace of her target.

Yan Sheng was unaware of the changes in his eyes, but he felt a burning sensation in his eye sockets, which did not last long and returned to normal in a few seconds.

Given the fragility of his body in this life, and the fact that his eyes only felt hot without any other abnormal changes, Yan Sheng didn't think much of it.

He blinked, and his scarlet pupils turned back to black.

Everything is as usual.

......

Having confirmed that the spores were not following, Yan Sheng fell into deep thought.

That being was clearly not human, or even a life form in the conventional sense. Its existence, or rather its form, was peculiar. He had never seen anything like it before.

However, considering that this world is not "scientific" to begin with, and that people can breathe fire and water, it is not surprising that there are some "local specialties".

More than that, he was concerned with the purpose of that existence.

Unfortunately, there are too few clues, but one thing is certain: that thing is definitely not a good thing, and its origins are not friendly.

And who could a newborn baby like him have offended? So the answer is clear: most likely, enemies/nemesis of the Uchiha.

Yan Sheng was well aware of how dangerous his current situation was.

That thing could sneak in silently, avoiding everyone's notice. If the other party wanted to take his life, he would probably already be dead.

A few months ago, Yan Sheng might have been indifferent to this. Death was death, and he didn't really want to live back then. But things are different now; he's found a new purpose in life and doesn't want to die anymore.

Therefore, this sense of powerlessness, which stemmed from his own weakness and the possibility of not being able to survive, made Yen Sheng feel more anxious than ever before.

You must understand that even in his previous life, he had only experienced this kind of helpless despair when he was a human; after becoming a demon, even though he always lived in Yoriichi's shadow, he had never felt so... powerless.

***

The night was deep, the moonlight was obscured by the clouds, and the entire Uchiha clan territory was shrouded in silence.

In the room, the boy who had been "sound asleep" suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze clear and unwavering. He got up quietly, changed his clothes, and made sure not to make a sound.

In the next room, Izuna's breathing was steady; he seemed to still be asleep, and the footsteps of the patrolling ninjas gradually faded into the distance. Uchiha Madara, composed, vanished into the night in a flash.

However, no sooner had he left than Izuna woke up, his eyes showing no sign of sleepiness.

—Izuna hadn't missed the subtle exchange between his brother and that watermelon-headed Senju during the daytime battle. However, the situation was too urgent for him to dwell on it. Now, in the dead of night, and with his light sleep, Madara's movements naturally didn't escape his notice.

Izuna narrowed his eyes, remained silent, quietly got up, quickly dressed, and then disappeared into the darkness.

On the other side, in the territory of the Thousand Hands Clan.

Hashirama Senju carefully got up, his movements incredibly gentle. But—

"Big brother, where are you going?"

A cold voice suddenly rang out behind him. Hashirama froze, slowly turned around, and met his younger brother Tobirama's sharp red eyes.

"Uh... I... I just went to... relieve myself?" Hashirama chuckled awkwardly, trying to get away with it.

Tobirama stared at him expressionlessly, clearly not believing a single word.

Hashirama: "......"

In the end, Tobirama said nothing, simply turning away coldly and lying back down. Hashirama breathed a sigh of relief, thinking his brother had given up on questioning him, and quickly slipped out.

However, as soon as he left, Tobirama immediately jumped up and followed him without hesitation.

***

On the banks of the Namka River.

Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju arrived almost simultaneously. The two exchanged a glance, their expressions grave.

"Madara, something's not right today," Hashirama said first, his voice low.

“Ah, I think so too.” Ban crossed his arms and frowned. “Both sides say the other side started it, but we know that Father and the others never gave such an order.”

Hashirama nodded: "It feels like someone is deliberately stirring things up."

The two remained silent, pondering the possible mastermind behind the scenes. Unbeknownst to them, in the woods not far behind them, their younger brother was watching the entire scene with wide eyes.

Izuna and Tobirama—each hiding in the shadows on opposite banks of the river, their gazes coldly fixed on their brother and mortal enemy peacefully coexisting on the riverbank.

It has to be said that the two are indeed destined to be mortal enemies, as they have made the exact same choice: neither of them rushed out to question the other immediately, but instead chose to remain silent and then quietly retreated, their figures disappearing into the night as if they had never existed.

As for the two "protagonists," they were still discussing today's "strange battle," completely unaware that their younger brothers had stumbled upon their secret meeting.

A note from the author:

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[Sprinkling flowers]