Naruto: The hardworking model who realizes his dream is actually the white moonlight of the ninja wo

The young clan leader stood by the wall, which was the only entrance to the shrine.

He was adjusting his breathing, preparing to take back the initiative.

"What does the Uchiha look like to you?"

Madara spoke up, he was sure that the "evil" could see the words on the stone tablet, and could even interpret it to a higher level than himself who possessed the Mangekyō Sharingan.

Everyone here is thinking calmly, but the situation over there is completely different.

System 001 didn't know what was wrong with it. When Uchiha Madara entered, it returned to the state it was in before returning to the headquarters.

"Host!!!! There is always a way out!!!! All the mission steps are lies! According to 001, Uchiha Madara should also be killed!"

Ningci seriously suspected that the system was not properly connected, as if he had a split personality. He was cold and sarcastic before, but now he looked like he was inseparable:

"Host!!! I can't live without you! If you are caught by Uchiha Madara, you will definitely suffer. Now that Izuna can't die, you will either be half dead or keep restarting here!!!"

Yes, it was early morning. If Uchiha Madara could chop off Neji's neck with his sword at midnight, he and the system would be trapped in a cycle of death forever.

Or death that can never be reached.

"Host...!"

The system cried heartbreakingly. Although it sounded harsh, it was much better than the previous brainwashed victim of the cult.

"He won't do it."

Neji was in a good mood, and had time to comfort the system: "Besides, he has more important things to ask."

Now, I am obviously more valuable than threatening to Uchiha Madara. Madara is not a Buddha. He has always dared to think and do. The most important thing he has is the courage to gamble.

Those eyes can see so far that the future they see will be mistaken for something absurd and illusory.

Including the day he left the newly built Konoha alone.

One person called for it, and the whole clan denied it. The peace and stability that had finally come was like arsenic wrapped in honey to the Uchiha at that time.

So sweet, and deadly.

They indulged themselves in beauty, but led their descendants into an abyss of no return.

"What do you want to hear?"

The boy smiled, but was too gentle in the face of the ugly skin.

This is definitely not his original face, Uchiha Madara thought: Someone who looks like this can't smile so beautifully.

Like the pond water in early summer, it is gentle and calm, and has the magical power to heal the heart.

Appearance reflects the heart. Among all the people Uchiha Madara has met, only one person can smile like this.

"You really are too lazy to even pretend."

"Evil" made another expression that said, "What are you talking about? I don't understand." He opened his mouth and showed his dark blue tongue: "Don't you think this is more like 'evil'?"

But when it reached Uchiha Madara's ears, it sounded different.

The name "Xiesui" was given by him.

Neji took a step towards Madara. This step was slow, but without any sense of pressure. Although they were both walking, he could feel completely different from Madara.

"Have you seen him?"

He also checked the spotted head and Izuna's eyes one by one.

That was no longer the Mangekyō Sharingan. According to what was written on the stone tablet, it should be the "Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan".

No longer troubled by blood disease, it is far superior to the Mangekyō Sharingan.

As for changing eyes, in this era, forget it.

Infection alone accounts for nearly 40 percent of the mortality rate.

"who are you?"

"what are you up to?"

Madara has always been patient and gentle towards capable people who do not pose a threat for the time being.

The eyes that the "evil spirit" replaced were not at the same level as the successful cases he had seen.

Even with the Sharingan, it was difficult to see any signs of surgery.

There are no instruments, no environment, only "evil spirits".

Obviously, it is not a technology of this era.

The "evil" remained silent. He just looked at Ban with a smile and shook out a bandage from his hand.

The bandage unfolded, revealing a seal.

Writing in blood, with chakra flowing inside.

It was a sealing technique that Uchiha Madara had never seen before.

The "evil spirit" bit its finger and formed a seal. White smoke came out of the seal and two eyeballs wrapped in green chakra appeared.

It was Izuna's Sharingan, which was still in the Mangekyō open state.

“That’s his wish.”

"His eyes, of course, should be decided by him."

The eyes were thrown to Madara and fell steadily into the other's large palm.

"Are you worried... that I doubt you?"

Madara narrowed his eyes, his tone full of confusion.

"How could that be? I just don't want to cause any misunderstanding."

Besides, what's wrong with worrying?

As everyone knows in later generations, Uchiha Madara was suspicious by nature - which was not a bad thing for the head of a clan.

"Now that there is no misunderstanding..."

Neji looked at the wall behind Uchiha Madara and was about to raise his leg to take a step.

"Since you're here, why don't you sit down and have a good talk?"

The Uchiha giant fan was held in Madara's hand, and when he waved it forward, it was a wind pressure. Although it had no lethality, it was supported by chakra, and its sturdiness should not be underestimated.

It seems that it is not so easy to leave.

"What do you want to hear?" That was expected.

Neji had no intention of leaving - it would be more reassuring if he handled the eye himself. If he handed it over to a doctor who appeared from nowhere, the beautiful tomorrow would burst like a bubble.

"Uchiha secrets?"

Neji smiled, but not with a smile.

"The Uchiha who is known as 'naturally' evil?"

Madara wasn't angry either: "You don't think so--do you?"

He seemed to have the answer, and said with a dejected look: "There are too many things in this world that are beyond our ability to change. Some dreams can never be realized."

Although saying these discouraging words, Uchiha Madara still looked high-spirited.

"Do you understand what is said on the stone tablet?"

Neji shook his head. The part about the Rinnegan was true, but the history before and the Sharingan user manuals after were not within his scope of knowledge.

"In the end, only you know what you want to do." Neji pretended to be mysterious: "All power comes from the unknown."

As someone who knows the ending, whenever he makes a sound, it will carry the message.

And this information will eventually be conveyed to Uchiha Madara on an unexpected day.

"You are interesting. I don't know what Izuna means to you. But so far, I know that you mean no harm and have no interest in the Uchiha."

The eyeball wrapped in light green chakra lay quietly in Madara's palm, but the owner of the eye was still sleeping peacefully in the room with even breathing.

In the dark, there is God's will.

This is the idea of ​​this era. People of this era always believe in things that cannot be seen or touched.

The Uchiha who owns the stone tablet is even more so.

The Six Paths Sage might be just a legend or a symbol to other tribes, but the words on the stone tablet clearly stated the words that the Six Paths Sage left for future generations.

Including the use of the Sharingan, we can know that Uchiha is the successor of the Six Paths lineage.

They are not a race that is born evil, but the descendants of God.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

It was no longer early morning, time passed quickly, and even System 001 was visibly relieved.

"My great host, thank God, thank you host."

"001 was so scared. I thought I was going to die here."

001Poor contact is sometimes a good thing. Although underground, there is a warmth of the sun rising after the clouds have dispersed.

“He’s very sad.”

What he was talking about was naturally Izuna's reaction to Neji's death.

"It's just a rumination on the past."

Uchiha Madara never thought that the man could utter such cruel words.

"After all, I am not his brother, and I can't be."

Bitterness filled his mouth, and his eyes were hot. Uchiha Madara clenched his fists and clenched his back teeth together, but he no longer felt that the other party was ruthless.

Whatever he said would be useless now.

Everyone who exists in this world will always have various defects, either congenital or acquired.

He has it, Izumi has it, and the person in front of him has it too.

"Oh, right, those eyes. The choice is yours as to who does it."

The speculation about Neji's experience almost overwhelmed Uchiha Madara, but when this sentence appeared, it was like the return of the tide, returning to calm.

"Ah."

Uchiha Madara's voice sounded incredibly calm: "Please."