[Hokage] After losing my memory, I became a super god in the ninja world

Uchiha Madara began to sort out the information.

He had a hunch that maybe one day, another possibility would come.

Several special Bai Jue in the cave are very curious. This kind of creature is born with a kind of freedom and leisure that cannot be rested. Uchiha Madara was too lazy to care about them. He had to complete all preparations before the chosen successor arrived.

It became increasingly difficult for the body of the heretic demon to maintain high-intensity operation, so he kept active for half a day and rested for half a day.

However, he did not dream again.

"Madara~"

The round-faced Bai Jue began to harass him, from a distance, "You are reading a lot of information~ Can I help~"

Uchiha Madara looked at it. There was a smile on the face that had no facial features but was inexplicably stupid. It didn't look like he could do anything. However, as a being that rarely gives birth to "will", he knows that it also needs to grow.

"come on."

Circle's face was startled, and then he was happy at the same time. It began to get started with those miscellaneous things, because it naturally possesses most of the human functions, created together with the language system, and also has growing judgment and logical abilities:

When it came across a book that was obviously written by a private person, it looked at the other person carefully and said, "This..."

It doesn't seem to be information.

"..."

Uchiha Madara tilted his head, his eyes passing over the old but still neat cover.

This is a travelogue. After leaving the village, his feet measured countless lands. In the far west, there was a huge lifeless sinkhole. According to the ancient records collected over the years, it should be the original place where Kaguya (the goddess) came. Place.

It is also the original location of the Heretic Golem (Sacred Tree).

"spot……"

A dark figure emerged from the ground, and the short-haired Bai Jue merged into a half-black and half-white existence beside him. "The latest intelligence from various countries has been collected."

"Um……"

The old man's tone was slower than usual, as if he was thinking about something, "Remember to save to the first scroll."

Something strange flashed through Hei Jue's heart. He held back his words, but in fact he was secretly controlling Bai Zetsu who was staying in the big hole. "How is Madara's recent condition?"

"No, no!" Bai Jue, whose brain circuitry is relatively simple, replied loudly, "One time I woke up and coughed loudly. I'm so worried about Madara..."

It wasn't a change in attitude, Hei Jue was slightly relieved. It began to advise Uchiha Madara, of course, the kind that sticks to his speaking habits, "There are no qualified people in this generation of Uchiha. We still have to wait."

Uchiha Madara was silent. He was looking at the travel notes intently, and a face suddenly flashed in his mind: If it were her, everything would be easy.

After all, they are so similar that they can pick up the passing torch without saying anything. She is also a ninja who came out of the war years, and is much stronger than the Uchiha who is now being raised by Konoha.

"Absolutely..."

Uchiha Madara said, more like saying to himself than telling him: "Qualification is not important, what is important is happiness."

Only those who are happy enough will have enough despair after being broken. Uchiha is such a race, pain can inspire their strength far more than warmth.

"I understand."

Hei Jue immediately conveyed his will and was completely relieved. As long as Uchiha Madara is still the person with ruthless methods and the dream of infinite Tsukuyomi, he will be in its grasp and will never be able to escape.

The half-black, half-white creature quietly disappeared and fled. It still has a lot to do, and provoking conflicts among countries is an especially important part of it.

war. War was the catalyst for everything.

A creature that has controlled situations for thousands of years and knows very well what is called "human nature", I trembled in my heart: There are only a few conditions missing.

Mother's return...is not far away.

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Life returns to normal, and the dream continues again on an accidental day.

At this time, Uchiha Madara had figured out some rules. He was experiencing feelings from Madara's perspective, and if a girl named Mabuchi was there, the clarity of the dream would be even higher.

He couldn't help but think that her mental abilities were incredibly powerful. Instead of activating illusions, the weaving of Infinite Tsukuyomi will increase its integrity and authenticity by at least 30%.

……

The man who had returned to his prime slightly lowered his eyelashes. Compared to him at this stage in history, he had more bone-deep indifference and coldness, "It's best not to let me catch you...otherwise..."

I will not hesitate to cut off any bonds you may have, even if it may be another "Uchiha Madara".

It seems that this fluctuation in consciousness prompted the dream owner to act. Under the corridor of his old residence, the young Madara poked out from the half-square gap and looked at the moon in the sky.

From a commanding position, Uchiha Madara saw the silhouette of Izuna passing by, and he realized that the two brothers might have just finished a secret conversation. Usually after the conversation, the young man would open the window that represented the ban and let his thoughts fly aimlessly.

...just some naive ideas.

Uchiha Madara thought with a little boredom, his eyebrows furrowed into deep lines:

When I was young and ignorant, I fantasized about peace and beauty without making any effort. He didn't know how deep the hatred between the two races was, nor how many people were involved in this flesh-and-blood grindstone——

He just lives with the small extravagant hope of becoming the clan leader, signing an alliance contract with the Thousand Hands, and trying to forget the past.

How far is the so-called dream from the real reality? It has always been a huge abyss lying in front of me.

"Ah... I said I wanted to stop her. How to stop her?"

Unlike the frowning person, Madara, who asked himself during the break, remained calm and his thoughts were based on his thoughts, "If the idea she created really pushes the future to war again, what else can I do?" What"

Memories that had not been touched in the past flowed crazily towards Uchiha Madara after this question arose. His mind quickly flashed through the mission exploration records of the Country of Wind, the changes that had occurred in the Uchiha clan in the past two years, the image of a head being caressed gently, and the image of his own imagination. Benchmarks, developed future conditions…

"Crack."

The degree of stimulation in the dream is completely based on the individual's requirements. He could tear apart dreams easily before, but now, in this dream, he could break a finger at will with an expressionless face.

"Crack."

"Technology will become a new driving force...delivering food will be faster. I hope the travel tools Zhenyuan mentioned can keep the price low."

"Crack."

"The number of people in the war... Uchiha doesn't know how many more people will die. If they have hatred, they should hate me for wanting peace."

"Crack."

"The mission of the Kingdom of Thunder opened her eyes. What will she lose in the process? I can still sit still without protecting my brother and sister...

I really rely on them too much. "

"Crack."

"I'm sorry. Zhenyuan."

Finally, the young Uchiha Madara spoke softly from his heart, "I'm sorry."

There was a moment when I knew exactly how much the reality of supporting my dream would cost me and you.

But I still put it where I can look up.

"ridiculous……"

Uchiha Madara clenched his teeth in a place where no one could see him, and said these words solemnly. A flame with extremely high temperature emerged in the dream, burning out the moonlight and the person who was immersed in his heart——

"puff!"

He spit out large amounts of sticky blood from his mouth, and his gray and matte white hair dangled by his ears, hanging down wet with blood stains. Swinging the things at hand to the ground with all his strength, the old man held the edge of the table, supported his back and head with his thin arms, and looked at the cold things in silence, "..."

why.

He bent a finger, and the pain of breaking it in the dream seemed to extend to reality, making this action extremely difficult. Nails cracked, bones collided, and a sound mixed with blood buzzed in the brain, bringing a thunderous cry, "Why..."

Why the difference in the world is based on the reality he has never seen

One person cannot change the facts, so all kinds of information about those countries and traces of the existence of noble names are the history that can be found at hand.

However, only the people in that world saw something else and made foreseeable changes accordingly——

Obviously, they are all the same [past]!

"spot!"

Hearing the sound of something falling to the ground, Quanquan Jue, who was immersed in a book describing the structure of the human body, quickly threw away the thing in his hand and hurriedly wanted to come over and help him up.

But immediately, a pair of Sharingan was raised with undisguised murderous intent, and it froze, as if it was about to send it directly to hell:

"Go away..."

"Otherwise, die."

According to common sense, it is a rare miracle that a ninja from the Warring States Period did not die at this age. The weak and declining people of the old age, even if their momentum and majesty remain, can only be regarded as [warning], not [death] if they bring danger.

but……

Circle closed his mouth, dug into the earth and connected to the roots, and put the latest situation into his brain and mixed it. After a while, he came to a conclusion:

Madara, we are getting close to the limit.

On the other side, completely abandoning his worries, the old man began to grab the classics and read them frantically. The white dust fell into the dust, "The records of the sacred tree..."

meets the.

"The history of the ninja world..."

The records were thrown to the ground.

meets the.

"The records of the family monument..."

One scroll after another was thrown at his feet.

meets the.

"Thousand hands..."

The sound of pages being torn apart suddenly.

meets the.

"Konoha..."

The blood was dripping.

meets the.

……

Time passed by, and thick darkness appeared in front of Uchiha Madara's eyes. The reaction from the body makes it difficult for various parts to maintain normal operation. Time and space are lengthened at the same time, turning into a heart-stopping nothingness in the calm blankness.

Boom!

The white-haired old man suddenly hit the page, and the thing between his fingers broke out of the loose package and fell to the ground, indistinguishable from the rest of the paper.

Ah, this world...

it's wrong.

Uchiha Madara thought in vain, this is fundamentally wrong.

He bent half of his fingers and looked at the void with his dull eyes: some mistakes had already happened, and some mistakes were being made around him. These mistakes have persistently formed his long past, and they will tenaciously spread into the future, becoming the only path:

Completed... unlimited monthly reading...

Cover...erase...

Black Zetsu...maybe...

Uchiha Madara...

Uchiha Madara's path...

……

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Ah, who is Uchiha Madara?

he does not know.

Nobody knows.