After enjoying Mr. Ban's attention for a while, I puffed out my chest with a little complacency.
Mr. Madara looked at me with an extremely sharp gaze. In his long life, he had never seen someone as peculiar as me. In the history of Uchiha - or rather, among the known Uchiha clan members, no one has ever been able to do what I just did.
"You are not from this era." Madara was certain. He himself was the one who had forcibly prolonged his life through the Rinnegan. He naturally knew that with the Rinnegan as the core, the probability of constantly being reborn was very small, but it was not impossible.
I nodded. Whether in terms of myself or my personality, I definitely don't belong to this era.
Mr. Ban's fingers wrapped in black gloves slid around his own eye sockets. "So, you have lived for a long time."
I have no comment on this point.
The time just now was enough for me to grasp the chakra that Black Zetsu left on Madara-sama at some unknown time.
My original idea involved a little knowledge. The ninja's trunk is usually used to store chakra, because the core of the meridians and the dantian are on the trunk. Compared with the trunk, the chakra perception distribution of the limbs is relatively small, which is the lowest risk area for possession. As for the Uchiha's brain, it is a field that ordinary people cannot enter, and it concentrates almost all of the Uchiha's spiritual power.
Especially for Uchiha who have opened their eyes, they will have a strong conflict with other spiritual powers that do not belong to them. When they are unable to defeat the enemy, they may naturally choose to perish together. For Hei Jue, the brain is a minefield that cannot be touched.
Therefore, Hei Zetsu should choose a relatively safer part. He is very good at hiding his aura, so it is not surprising that he can hide in other people's bodies.
I had already confirmed this in Obito's body before. I felt Black Zetsu Chakra on his limbs.
However, what makes me feel a little strange is that the black aura on Madara-sama is even stronger than that on Obito.
This kind of boarding that is unequal to one's ability gave me new ideas.
Perhaps Heize's stay will last longer than I thought—
It is even possible that it started when Mr. Madara was very young, otherwise he should not have adapted in this way - because not only his limbs, but his entire body, except for the absolute realm of spirit, is covered with the aura of Hei Jue.
If this is some ABO novel... Oh my god, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
This is most likely due to habit. If this chakra has been dormant in Madara-sama's body since the very beginning of his memory, it is entirely possible that he has regarded this power as his own.
right!
The only way it makes sense is that Madara treated Black Zetsu as his own clone, and when he died, he left Black Zetsu next to Obito.
What kind of situation would make a person feel that another creature is his or her own double?
Only the part that has been separated from one's own body can have this feeling.
Thinking back to the time, after the great battle between Madara-sama and Hashirama, he had actually broken off with his own people, his friends, and even his past.
In that situation, he would never trust anyone except himself.
Therefore, Hei Zetsu has the opportunity to gain Madara's trust by using this identity and method.
I have to admit that I seem to have underestimated Hei Zetsu. He is even more powerful and more rigorous than I thought.
As I thought about it, I leaned back to avoid Madara's attack. My body, which was a mixture of multiple characters, allowed me to pull out a short-bladed Kusanagi sword from the scroll on my thigh with my right hand. At the same time, I exerted force on my waist, turning my body in the air, and with the help of inertia, I slashed at Madara with my sword diagonally.
I clearly saw his eyebrows raise, and then a huge round fan came towards me - was it towards my face again?
I quickly reviewed the current situation in my mind. The Black Zetsu's chakra was too wide, far exceeding my initial expectations.
The original plan is no longer feasible, but——
There is still a realm that Uchiha cannot enter.
I held the Kusanagi sword against my backhand and swung it upwards, the blade and the fan touching each other, creating a golden spark. I could feel that Madara-sama was exerting force, and his strength was so great that my hand holding the fan felt sore and soft.
In this tug-of-war-like tug-of-war, when I felt a little tired, I immediately released all my strength - even Madara-sama didn't expect that his strength would suddenly have no opponent, it was like stepping on air, and his body obviously flashed.
——It’s not really that obvious, but the Rinnegan’s ability to capture is too strong.
Right now!
The four round Rinnegan faced each other, and the mental powers that fluctuated equally responded. Although there were no more words or eye contact, I felt for a moment that my spirit was subtly connected with Madara-sama's, and I felt his somewhat surprised emotion.
Then, the surrounding scene seemed to be put into a blender and twisted - the spiritual world is a very strange place, a bit like a Van Gogh painting, with an abstract texture.
Mr. Ban and I were like two three-dimensional characters stuffed into a painting.
I have to say that I love Mr. Ban very much, and I have very thick filters for him, but this cannot offset the suffocating feeling he puts on me.
Holy shit, he's so heavy!
Because before he came in, he and I were in close combat with him on top and me on the bottom. As a result, after his spirit came in, the disappearance of his weapons and the sudden weightlessness made Mr. Ban press down on me like a huge rock.
If this wasn't a spirit, I felt like my chest would be crushed.
Fortunately, I didn't need to push anyone. The moment Mr. Madara noticed the strange environment around him, he jumped up from me. Although he had no weapons, he was already in a fighting posture.
I resisted the urge to rub my chest and stood up slowly.
After I stood still, I realized that this spiritual world was even more peculiar than I had imagined - the clothes worn by Mr. Madara in front of me were not the combat armor, but a beautiful blue robe with open sleeves, a black belt around his waist, and a not-so-big necklace around his high and wide neck, with the Uchiha clan emblem on the necklace.
Moreover, it must not be my illusion, I feel that Mr. Madara seems to look younger - I don't mean to say that he was old before, but Mr. Madara who was resurrected by reincarnation is in his prime. Although I don't know his exact age, but now this pretty face looks like he is in his teens.
The eyes are no longer the Rinnegan, but regular black pupils.
Is it an illusion? I feel that Mr. Ban’s outfit and appearance are really familiar to me.
Ignoring the people and taking a closer look at the environment, I just saw the style in a hurry without careful observation. Now I look up and find that this is exactly the scene from the TV drama myth I saw before - the sky before Houyi shot the sun? There are so many "suns".
Or to be more specific, there are a lot of colored contact lenses hanging in the sky.
They are all kaleidoscopes of various types. Judging from the quantity and styles, they are exactly the number of contact lenses I have left.
Why do I attribute it to cosmetic contact lenses?
It's very simple. There is always a transparent circle outside those flat eyes hanging in the sky. Isn't this the edge of cosmetic contact lenses?
Don't be too obvious!
I didn't have time to see more or think more, because Madara-sama's sandbag-sized fist was about to hit me again. I couldn't feel any chakra in my body. Was it just a battle of attack and defense in the spiritual world?
Then I still fight?
If there's no Susanoo to save my life, I won't even say anything stupid, I won't be beaten away directly, right?
I didn't expect that at this time, I could actually think of so many random things. And all the power that supports my wild thoughts comes from the world in my eyes.
Mr. Ban's speed was much slower than I imagined - or than what I saw in the outside world, and in this situation, my brain seemed to be unconsciously analyzing Mr. Ban's movements.
I even felt that I could predict his next few moves. My body moved instinctively. I blocked Mr. Ban's fist with one hand, grabbed his wrist with my backhand to relieve the force, exerted strength on my waist, and flipped my other leg upward, barely passing Mr. Ban's ear.
I guess he could hear the wind from his legs breaking through the air.
After he tilted his head, he simply fell to the right with the force. While I was unable to retract my legs, Mr. Ban attacked from the side. The waist is the core that connects all parts in a battle. For a battle, the "waist" is equivalent to another heart.
Don't ask me how I know this. I don't understand why Mr. Mori talked to me so much at that time.
Madara's attack from the side hits me in a blind spot in my current position. Although I could have avoided it, I looked at those beautiful eyeglasses in the sky and suddenly seemed to understand something.
I decided to take a gamble, so I stood still, and Banye's legs just passed through my body - I don't know if other people have had this experience: when they are concentrating on playing with their mobile phones while going downstairs, they have obviously finished going downstairs, but their brain thinks they haven't finished going downstairs, so they continue to walk downstairs, and then step hard on the flat floor.
It seems a bit wrong to say that it was a feeling of weightlessness. Anyway, I almost dropped my phone onto the ground.
The feeling of Mr. Ban passing through my body should be similar to the feeling of me walking down the stairs. The difference is that his reflexes are completely different from mine. He adjusted his body movements before his feet even touched the ground and stopped steadily.
He frowned, with a hint of annoyance, a hint of inquiry, a hint of vigilance, but the remaining 10% was all surprise - don't doubt it, it's 100%.
When I sense other people's emotions, even if there are cheats for personality and cosmetic contact lenses, I still mostly use words like "seems" or "maybe". After all, no one can guarantee that their guess is 100% correct.
But this time I was very sure, because he and I were in a state of synaesthesia. By the way, it was a one-way synaesthesia. If Mr. Ban could sense my admiration for his beautiful body, he would have fought me to death a long time ago.
And the reason I can sense him is the same reason I can detect and predict the reasons for all his actions.
This is my spiritual world.
Mr. Ban was forcibly pulled in by me and temporarily became my spiritual creation.
In other words, in my heart, the most attractive and charming period of Mr. Ban is now at this semi-mature age.
...These days are really getting more and more "difficult".