Conference Visitors

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked over at him almost at the same time.

Those faces, those I have seen before and those I have not seen before, did not have a kind expression, and their brows were all tightly furrowed in seriousness.

Uchiha Tobi was still standing there. Even though he was wearing a mask, he still felt exposed to everyone.

Senju Hashirama stood up immediately, half leaning to shield the boy behind him, and the smile on his face faded a little: "I think this topic has nothing to do with this meeting."

Although the black-haired young man always has a smile on his face and looks approachable and friendly, when he gets serious, he also has a sense of majesty without being angry.

But if Konoha really started to study the Sharingan and successfully transplanted it, it would be "unfair" to other ninja villages. Moreover, Konoha already had a successful example, which was the copy of the ninja Hatake Kakashi.

So the Raikage slammed the table and stood up: "So Konoha refuses to answer this question? Then I must consider whether we can cooperate as allies."

The premise of cooperation is mutual trust, but now it seems that Konoha has more than one secret.

The person in front of him was tall, and he hid all the different thoughts from everyone. But the boy still reached out his hand, took off his mask, and stood in front of everyone.

The narrow red eyes turned, meeting everyone's gaze without hesitation. Those red eyes were different from the black round eyes inherited from the Uchiha ancestors, they were pure scarlet.

Just from this appearance, no one would doubt his identity. After all, the Uchiha clan has always had black hair and black eyes.

The boy's voice was calm, and his expressionless face did give him the majesty of a mature and powerful man.

"Come to think of it, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Senju Tobirama." Uchiha Tobirama remained calm. "Also, being mistaken for an Uchiha is not your fault. After all—"

The red eyes moved, closed briefly, and then opened again. In the pupils, a black magatama pattern appeared.

There is no doubt that it is a pair of Sharingan.

Everyone was shocked and had different thoughts. Fei pinched the bridge of his nose and said in a mature tone: "The forbidden technique I left behind is incomplete. I never thought that someone in the future would discover it."

"When I woke up, this body had already been transplanted with two magatama Sharingan. This behavior is meaningless because I am a dead person after all."

Whether it was the pretentious expression and tone, or calling himself "old man", it made that slightly childish face look more mature.

But Hashirama Senju, who was standing nearby, quietly smiled while everyone was discussing with serious expressions.

He's so cute, he pretends to be an old-fashioned antique, and his tone sounds a bit like his father is still alive.

Uchiha Tobi didn't know what Hashirama was thinking. He just used the information he knew to fool people.

But just when everyone was doubtful, chakra fluctuations suddenly came from mid-air.

Everyone present was strong, so they naturally noticed the approach of the intruder at the first moment. When the figure in the black robe with red cloud patterns fully appeared, the originally solid wooden table was instantly broken into pieces due to the force applied from several directions.

It was the familiar masked man, wearing an orange spiral mask, and underneath the holes in the mask was a bright red eye.

The guards immediately took out their weapons to guard against the attack. Some of them were quick enough to throw several slashers, but those well-aimed slashers penetrated the body of the man in mid-air and sank directly into the ground.

With a suppressed laugh, the masked man who had been pretending to be Uchiha Madara appeared again under the name of Uchiha Madara.

Uchiha Tobi did not expect that the masked man would appear here. After all, the Five Kage and Hashirama were present. Even if he was confident in his own strength, there was no need to take such a risk.

There is only one possibility -

And just as expected, when Kai raised his head, he looked directly into the exposed Sharingan.

"It doesn't matter anymore." Uchiha Madara's voice was low, "Even if you are resurrected, what does it matter, Senju Hashirama, you can't stop me."

Senju Hashirama frowned and looked over, one hand placed on the white-haired boy's shoulder, while lowering his voice: "You are definitely not Madara."

The impersonation was very poor, and the people present realized it only later. Although this "Uchiha Madara" was quite powerful, he was definitely not the person in the legend.

What's more, now that the God of the Ninja World has denied it himself, there is no need for them to persist in their misunderstanding.

"It doesn't matter who I am." Uchiha Madara opened his hands, chuckled a few times, and raised his voice, "I am only here to inform you that gathering the nine tailed beasts can bring true peace."

"Hand over the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki now and join my plan, and the world will have a chance of true peace."

"You must be joking." The angry Raikage was the first to refute, "That's just a false illusion, it's nonsense!"

Gaara did not react to this, but his tone was very firm: "Uzumaki Naruto will not be handed over to you."

"What a pity." Uchiha Madara sighed, as if it was a pity. "In that case, we have no choice but to go to war."

"Ah, let's start a war." Senju Hashirama held his head with one hand, "It reminds me of unpleasant things."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless branches rose from the ground. Hashirama skillfully used Wood Release to create a horizontal surface for the shadows to land on, while at the same time manipulating the flexible branches to entangle the man.

The originally solid building was broken by several branches in the blink of an eye. However, the caster of such a large-scale ninjutsu still looked relaxed. This is enough to show the power of the God of Ninja World.

But that nimble figure stood steadily on the protruding branch.

Uchiha Tobi was not surprised, he stood on the infinitely extending branch, and cooperated with Senju Hashirama to approach the man. But in the blink of an eye, the man appeared in a completely opposite place.

After stopping, Fei had time to observe carefully. But the man seemed to be teasing her on purpose, and appeared not far away in the next second.

"It seems that we can't talk anymore." Uchiha Madara shook his head, stretched out a hand, and said coldly, "Then - the Fourth Shinobi World War, I hereby declare war."

"A great war in the Ninja World? How arrogant." The Mizukage narrowed his eyes and said, "Just relying on the Tailed Beasts and the Akatsuki Organization in your hands, you dare to challenge us?"

Uchiha Madara did not reply. He raised his hands high and said meaningfully, "We will meet again, Uchiha Tobi."

After saying that, the figure disappeared in full view of everyone. Uchiha Tobi shook his hands and then landed lightly on the ground.

He had just left the mark of the Flying Thunder God on the robe when they passed by.

Fei was certain that the guy must have discovered it, and even deliberately gave him this opportunity. But it was unclear who was using whom.

The Five Kage Summit ended inexplicably. However, the resentment of other villages was no longer directed at Konoha, but at the arrogant Akatsuki organization.

But there is no other way, after all, the Akatsuki organization has controlled the eight tailed beasts. Now, apart from the Mangekyō Sharingan and Hashirama Senju's Wood Release, there is no other way to control the tailed beasts.

As the fifth Hokage, Tsuna was inevitably busy, but she still casually revealed the secrets and complained that she was having a hard time.

Hashirama smiled and consoled her, putting the scroll away. Uchiha Tobi stood in front of the table, and for a moment the three of them seemed like a family connected by blood.

The Fourth Great Ninja War was inevitable. Not only Konoha, but other ninja villages were also busy. After several meetings and discussions, they decided to organize a ninja coalition.

After meeting those eyes again, Uchiha Tobirama unexpectedly discovered that Hashirama seemed to be in a good mood.

There was no one else in the room. Through the open window, one could see the houses of different heights outside. Fei put down what he was holding and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Hashirama shook his head and added as he sat down, "I just think this is pretty good."

The young man frowned and complained, his tone familiar, as if he had complained like this countless times before: "Don't be ridiculous, every war has resulted in massive casualties. Since your death, countless ninjas have died in the major wars in the ninja world."

Hashirama laughed dryly twice, then his face turned gloomy. They all hated war, but reality and history told them that even if they established a village, war was inevitable.

Senju Hashirama is really a strange person. He has an easy-going personality but is a bit naive. He is obviously one of the strongest men, but just two simple rebuttals can make him depressed.

Uchiha Tobirama shook his head with a complicated expression, and then sorted out the information about the Akatsuki organization.

At present, among the known members of the Akatsuki organization, the most threatening one is Pain who has the Rinnegan. There is little information about Pain, but Tobi is more concerned about the existence of the Rinnegan.

The Samsara Eye is above the Mangekyō Sharingan, and he has seen it in the script. In the script, there is one description of the Samsara Eye that best fits the current situation.

The Rinnegan can launch large-scale covering illusions.

This may be why the masked man vowed that he could bring peace.

While he was thinking, a hand suddenly reached out and waved in front of him. Tobirama looked up and Hashirama blinked and asked, "Are you distracted, Tobirama?"

"My name is not Tobirama." Uchiha Tobirama corrected, "I am just following the trend to reduce trouble. Senju Hashirama, you should know my name."

The man in front of me looked visibly disappointed, but he quickly adjusted his mood and took something out of his pocket: "I remember you were very interested in this at the time, so is this something you lost?"

What was taken out from Hashirama's arms was a book with a black cover and no patterns on it. When the boy saw it, his eyes widened and he even forgot to breathe.

After a "buzz" sound, the taut strings in my heart seemed to break in an instant.