Chapter 174 Chapter 174 Infinite Moonlight
The original eyes were replaced by empty black. After a brief pause, Madara continued to move forward and was next to Nagato in the blink of an eye.
"Now, the property is returned to its original owner."
Nagato opened his arms and calmly allowed Madara to dig out his eyes.
The moment he fell, Obito appeared and supported his body.
Along with the whirlpool, Nagato completely disappeared from everyone's sight.
The situation on the battlefield changed too quickly. Before the ninja soldiers on the battlefield could react, the pair of purple Rinnegan moved to another person right under everyone's noses, but its power remained undiminished, and the sense of oppression it brought was even stronger.
Madara's frivolous laughter echoed throughout the battlefield.
Hashirama subconsciously stood in front of everyone.
Originally, Madara's Impure World Reincarnation was still under his control, and the high-end combat power of both sides could barely be considered equal. Now that Madara was resurrected and out of control, his situation suddenly fell into danger.
Even if he had confidence in this filthy body, he was not sure that he could directly face three strong men who were almost as strong as him.
"What did you do to Nagato?" Jiraiya clenched his fists with a gloomy face.
The two lines of blood that slowly flowed from Nagato's eyes before he disappeared only made Jiraiya feel that his final smile of relief was extremely dazzling: "He is your companion, right?"
Although he was prepared to clean up the mess, seeing his former disciple's eyes gouged out by his companions, Jiraiya did not feel relieved as if he had eliminated a difficult opponent.
"It's just a halftime break."
Obito answered calmly.
"After all, we have been partners for many years. We will not kill our companions."
"As for those eyes..."
Obito chuckled: "It was originally Madara's thing, it's just being returned to its original owner."
What does it mean that something is originally spotted?
Jiraiya was in a trance for a moment, and his last memory was fixed on the little Nagato who covered his eyes just to survive.
He was manipulated by others while growing up, and maybe even everything he encountered was an accident arranged by humans.
"You destroyed him," Jiraiya's voice was hoarse, anger brewing in his heart.
"Huh? We're not taking the blame for this. Even if he didn't have those eyes, could Nagato have avoided wars with big nations like you?"
The tone was obviously very plain, but every word touched the heart.
"If it weren't for those eyes, would you, Jiraiya, a Kage-level warrior who had just earned the title of Sannin, have treated those three children differently?"
"Will you stay temporarily just for them and teach them ninjutsu?"
"Don't be ridiculous. We gave him the bargaining chip to resist. Otherwise, he would have died under the kunai of you Konoha ninjas."
"The ones who really ruined their lives are you who have been stirring up war."
Jiraiya's anger didn't diminish at all.
No matter how much he says, it is just sophistry to cover up his crimes.
After all, it was they who started this war with such heavy casualties. The number of ninja deaths in these three days was even more than that of the three previous Ninja World Wars combined!
But at this moment, another surprised voice sounded.
"Obito?!"
Listening to the familiar voice on the other side and the obvious scar on the face, I couldn't believe it and compared the extremely familiar half face in my memory many times.
Kakashi, who was at the front line, recognized the unusually familiar figure among the three people opposite him.
"Long time no see." Obito looked very frankly at this old companion whom he thought he would never be able to face calmly again a few years ago: "Kakashi".
"You're still alive?"
Kakashi moved forward subconsciously. He had so many things he wanted to say to Obito, so many problems that troubled him...
Memories of the old three-person team kept flashing in his mind, but soon, a pair of large hands pressed down on his shoulders, stopping him from moving forward and pulling him back from his memories.
"He is no longer your previous companion." Kakashi's call finally reminded Jiraiya of the energetic and enthusiastic figure in Minato's team.
Jiraiya's chakra burst out unconsciously, and his hands exerted more force: "Was it you who was responsible for the Nine-Tails Rebellion?"
That was his pride, Minato, whom he had raised as his successor, and who was both his son and his friend!
But he could never have imagined that the 'Madara' who caused the death of the Fourth Hokage and whom they had been trying to catch was actually Minato's disciple!
"Master-killing beast!"
Kakashi choked.
But Jiraiya didn't expect that what was faster than Obito's counterattack was Madara's ruthless kick from the Rinnegan.
"Boring." There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Madara's eyes. "When will it be your turn to teach my people a lesson?"
"These people are too troublesome." Ali frowned slightly as he looked at the noisy battlefield.
Obviously, Ali and Ban no longer wanted to waste time with them. They had already determined each other's thoughts after looking at each other.
Ban frowned and sneered, reaching out to press the branches of the sacred tree: "Let's clear out all those who are in the way first."
The huge and ferocious sacred tree was like a wisp of smoke, which was siphoned into Madara's body from the contact surface, causing a hurricane.
Smoke and dust whistled past, and when everyone recovered and removed their hands from covering their eyes and noses, they saw only a hole like an abyss on the barren ground. Madara stood in the air, forming hand seals with his hands, and a faint voice could be heard...
"Infinite Moonlight Reading..."
They didn't even have time to stop it.
Blood-red infected the earth, and the air seemed to fall into deathly silence in an instant.
Hashirama subconsciously looked up in the direction of the blood.
An eerily large scarlet full moon hung in the pitch-black night sky. Nine cold magatama were connected by circles of lines, like an enlarged eyeball, giving Hashirama the strange illusion that he was being spied on, like a commodity being examined.
He wanted to look away, but the magatama seemed to come alive, twisting and expanding in front of him, like a deep and mysterious black hole, leading him to the deepest part...
There seemed to be a rustling sound in my ears...
"careful!"
The red Susanoo covered his vision and instantly pulled Hashirama out of his trance. Although he had no living body, he felt as if his soul was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.
Turning back again, I saw countless branches silently covering the entire battlefield. Human-shaped cocoons were hanging from the treetops, swaying in the breeze under the reflection of the scarlet blood moon...
He sensed that the only people still able to move on his side were Jiraiya and Kakashi, who were standing at the front line and were saved by Itachi and were closest to him...
Hashirama opened his mouth and looked at Madara, who had changed his appearance in the air. He wanted to say something, but his throat felt extremely dry.
Dust crumbled and fell off Hashirama's body.
By this time, he could more or less guess what Madara was thinking.
Eliminate all ninjas, eliminate all noise...
Is this your purpose?
spot?
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