I do not own Naruto or any other references that someone might see in this fic. What IS mine will probably been seen as someone else's anyway, and I'm not exactly hurt by that.
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Chapter 4.
"Damn it boy, making me move your dying body. As if saving you and making you stable was a walk in the park. Fool." Madara said aloud watching as thick, dark tree stems and roots carefully lifted the idiot boy he saved to his bed. Moments after Obito had fallen unconscious a connection of plant-life had linked themselves to Obito from the inactive giants behind Madara saving his life. Madara was still seated in his throne having not moved or even done a visible thing to make the seemingly plant life do his bidding.
Being stuck in a cave with a libraries worth of stolen, recorded and collected books and scrolls; more than 2 thousand life times worth of endless chakara; the still beating life energy source of his rival; and gods knows how much time, had given all Madara needed to learn the once thought impossible to copy Wood style. Still being connected to the silent statue behind him he could easily use Ninjutsu without hand signs, shrugging his shoulder or even batting an eyelash.
Even if he wasn't connected he was sure he could now, possibility, never have to use hands signs again. He had learnt alot more than just Wood style in the hidden cave. The last time he remember using hands signs for Ninjutsu was when he had created the Life-Bringing Senju Flower that entrapped the shell of a statue and had created an imbedded, living-plant clone of his rival. It had taken a while to create the blasted thing but with it, Madara had realised just how much stronger and prepared he could become in its creation and link to the Gedo Mazo.
His rival, Hashirama Senju, had set alot of records in his life time of achievements. One being that some believed that by the time he had reached the peck of his power and maturity he had the life energy of 1000 humans and that he had 3x the amount of chakara then the 9-tails, explaining his near alien levels of stamina. However Madara had found through the Gedo Mazo's power that this achievement was false. It more like 5x the 9-tails chakara, and that wasn't even with sage mode or any of the other power-ups he possessed.
It was maddening to Madara that Hashirama was so blessed, and yet he still felt a sense of pride that he was the god of shinobi's rival.
With the link between the flower created from Hashirama and the Gedo Mazo's shell of power he had been able to use Hashirama's multiple life energy's to create soldiers with the senju's power. The process was a failure though, creating more deformed, life-less bodies than dirt on the caves floor. It was part of the reason Madara had tried to use the study of Jinchurki in the cloud to his methods of creation as well. Madara had thought to himself that of course the universe wasn't just going to hand him such a thing. His luck was good, but not that good.
The single success with Zetsu was a plus but now the success with breathing life and the senju's power into the young Uchicha before him had given possibility. He had already started using what he had learnt from it to create another tool which was taking its time in being born.
Peering up at the recently made spiral faced clone made of Hashirama's cells, energy, and some blood from Obito, Madara could fell the Gedo Mazo taking what it was, mixing it with its own power and pumping it into the new form. With his sharigan he could see red energy building, turning orange, then a bright yellow, and then black before repeating in a pumping heartbeat. This one was going to be much more stronger than zetsu.
"I'm back!" Yelled the white clone zetsu in a high pitched, slow joy. His half smooth, half spiked body slowly slipping through the ground as each cell of the white freak reverted, slide and squeeze through the fine grains of the dirt. His deformed, slow movements and speech replicating his slow and laid-back mind set.
"Speak of the devil." Madara muttered, his head still facing the flower, sighing. "Good to see you've returned Zetsu, I hope you haven't been caught yet?" The master asked turning his head to his creation.
The short, green haired plant shook his head with denial. "No, No. Of course I haven't been caught yet. I think." He replied smiling, sounding quite stupid but not at all hiding his intellect as Madara raised eyebrow at the comment. "Things have starting getting wilder out there." He stated teasingly.
Madara snorted. "How so? I thought Konoha was getting closer to winning and ending this war." Madara asked having amassed a greater deal of knowledge about the war through Zetsu's spying and recon on every nation. Having Zetsu watch the world through the Mayfly, Sporulation, and Parasitic clone jutsu had given so much intel that Madara was aware of ever battle that had happened and more.
The one armed plant-man shrugged. "The fighting is stretching and becoming more fierce. I don't know what's causing it and none of the nations know what's causing it." Zetsu continued having made clones of humans within each village, releasing spores and having talked and listening in on the shinobi and civilians.
Madara nodded. "It was a possibility. A possibility that will be to my advantage." Madara said in content. "The longer the war rages, the easier it will be to act without concern." He continued having hoped this would happen.
The 3rd shinobi war had changed a lot more than people had hope to realise, and it had help Madara greatly discovery the requirements for his dream. "Did you get what I wanted?" Madara asked.
Zetsu had a creepy smiled and nodded. "Yep, I've recorded everything that could be of use." He said walking over to his master planning to show Madara what he had seen using a jutsu which simply recorded and stored actions seen by the user of the jutsu. Despite how hard it was to record with his particular abilities, white Zetsu had a number of ways of showing it. He could have used a particular Wood style jutsu which would send images and tell Madara telepathically, but instead he decided to use a more powerful way of showing the events. Placing his only hand on madara's shoulder, he forced his chakara into the man who didn't resist.
"Demonic illusion: Replaying Past." Zetsu stated having been working on his genjutsu abilities. They weren't going well unfortunately with the clone being stronger, and created more so, with Yang energy instead of Yin. It was a flaw in Madara's use of Yin-Yang style that he was aware of but wasn't concerned about. He had an idea as to deal with it but it would have to wait. With the poorly used genjutsu Madara could watch all of what Zetsu had seen from a 3rd person view.
...A man in black with thousands of threads fighting 2 clowns inside the ruined remains of a high class building...
... A group of cloud brats looking at a corpse under burnt rubble in a destroyed village...
...A Suna shinobi using some sort of gold jutsu against a scar-faced, female Hyuga from Konoha across a field of stone pillars...
... 3 taijutsu fighters that can use yang energies fighting a prehistoric, rock monster and its Iwa master in a thick woodland forest...
... 2 of the Ninja swordsmen of the mist talking to one another near a bay full of people going and arriving from war...
...His eyes being wielded by an Uzumaki standing in rain with 2 others in wet, dark wasteland...
...A group of old men from Iwa at a war council talking and pouting as to why they had no young women in their group...
...An old white haired man drinking, smoking and gambling with a young, blonde woman in a colourful, rich casino full of fat, wealthy people throwing their money away...
"Zetsu." Madara said impatient and in a deep voice. "Where is the memory I want?" He asked having gotten tired of watching his subordinate's habits of watching the strong fight or simply talk. 'At least Nagato is looking well and strong.' He noted remembering his plan involving the red head and the fact he had to thank that old white haired man for his assistance in training him so far.
"It's coming up, be patient Madara." The white plant said softly as a flash of 2 brats from Konoha appeared in the man's mind. One a white haired boy with one eye, the other a flat-chested little girl. "So these are our guest's friends." Madara thought listening and watching the memory. "He really doesn't have any family." Madara noted listening to them talk about Obito, remembering the memory of Obito living alone.
"Should I have found out about his parents too?" Zetsu asked concerned as he had not done so, not really thinking to research the dead parents.
"No, they aren't important either way." Madara answered feeling there was nothing to gain from them. "Do you have anything on his copy cat of a sensei?" Madara asked having learnt long ago about the blonde haired man's action in learning Tobirama's jutsu. 'God I hate Tobirama.' Thought Madara while on the topic. Madara and Tobirama never had got along and they never would have in the future either. He had nothing but loathing for the man who he was sure hated him even more so than himself. That being said Madara found it very entertaining and funny how this 'yellow flash' had taken credit for and been praise for a creation of jutsu that was the Senju's .
Zetsu had a thoughtful look on his face thinking of the blonde powerhouse. "Yes I found a lot of details about him—"
Madara brushed Zetsu's arm from his shoulder. "Save it for another time. As useful as it is, there are other things I wish to discuss first. Just knowing you got something is good enough for now." Madara interrupted wanting to find out about a few others things that he found more significant. "Have you located the Kyubi?" Madara he asked, instead wanting to know if his summon had been found yet. It had been a matter that had concerned him greatly after Mito's death. He was well aware of her actions of becoming a jinjuriki as he had been searching for the Kyubi for a time.
When Zetsu reported that the Fox's chakara signature was at the village within a women, Madara could feel the irony at the knowledge that his research of creating jinchurki, long before his final fight with his rival, had been used against him. He would personally say though that it was luck that the seal that she and Hashirama had created to seal the Kyubi had not been strong enough to hide its signature from him.
However since her death its presence had disappeared for longer period of time than he had hoped. Sending Zetsu into the village now that Mito wasn't there to sense the clone had brought hope that its location would reveal itself. However Zetsu shook his head to Madara's question. "Sorry Madara, I still don't know where Konoha have hidden it."
Madara gritted his teeth. "It shouldn't be this hard to find! Mito had it last so it's probably in Konoha!" Madara yelled in anger having had enough of how long it was taking to find his pet. "Have you found any Uzumaki's!? Have you checked for all of the dark red haired persons in the Hidden Leaf!?" Madara questioned in fury.
Zetsu gulped know there weren't many like such in the village. "I've been checking each of them and more. None of them—"
"Don't lie to me!" Madara shouted back in anger as Zetsu stepped away from the man in fright. "Kumo has already tried to capture it once after Mito's death. The kyubi is STILL in the Hidden Leaf! THERE IS NO DENYING THAT!"
Zetsu flinched unsure of how to respond. "The kyubi chakara hasn't been sense for years and none of redheads in the village have a trace of its chakara." Zetsu answered as best he could remember from watching and sticking his spores to each of them for weeks.
Madara growled in annoyance. "The seal that has been put in place shouldn't be so strong as to erase the signature completely!" Madara stated not believing that the mighty Kyubi's power could be chained, restricted and disappear so easily. It was fricken Kyubi demon, for god sake!
-Meanwhile-
Within an endless sky of soothing, light-yellowed clouds reflected by a morning sunrise, the booming words of a demon or possibly holy beast bounced through and off the soft, enclosed seal composed of fluffy, peaceful clouds.
"I hate this place. This is so boring. Why is this place so boring? Why aren't we fighting in the war? Why is there no entertainment?" The voice pondered in sarcasm. "WOMAN! WHY ARE YOOU SO BORING!?" the voice continued in boredom and annoyance.
"AH.. AH.. AHCCOOO!" Sneezed a giant demonic fox unable to move, chained and impaled in a number of ways to a boulder. Below it a red, boiling pit of lava sizzled with white smoke and ash that peered from the bottom of the cloud like the tip of a mountain, almost supplying the sky around it with more gas. The entire place was sealed off from the real world not allowing a single thing to leave or enter except its prison guard.
"Strange, I didn't think I could sneeze here." Commented the beast unable to remember the last time it sneezed.
"...I hate this place. This is so bor..."
-Back at Madara's cave and hideout-
"WHAT ABOUT THE VILLAGERS?!"
Zetsu flinched again, always hating when he discussed the Kyubi with Madara. "N-N-None of the villages know where it is. Even the council doesn't know." Zetsu reported having spied on the council a few times too.
"Then who do you think knows where it is?!" Madara questioned again having already told Zetsu who was mostly likely to know.
Zetsu gulped again despite hardly ever eating anything. "I can't spy on the four elders while that one Homura his around. I can't even spy on the council meetings with him there." He said having only spied on Konoha's council when the man wasn't present. "His sensory and seals use are too great, even for me." Zetsu said having realised early in his works in Konoha that the old man would realise his presence even when he was nothing but spores. How he learnt said fact of tobirama's student was a terrifying experience, enough for the plant man to give up on trying to spy on him and the activities he went about.
Madara shook his head in disgrace. "Just because he thought he could sense Hashirama a few times doesn't mean that he was on to you!" Madara shouted back from the excuse that made perfect sense. The fact that the random man could sense Zetsu was just an annoyance, to stupid for Madara's mind to understand.
"They can't only talk about the Kyubi when they're together!" Madara stated still in fury. "Keep watching. And keep a particular eye on that war hawk. He will one day no doubt, try to take the Kyubi for himself." Madara said referring the 3rd Hokages rival, Danzo. It was clear to Madara what he would become with all the actions he already taken in the world. "No one, not even the Kyubi, has realised that that fox's soul is eternally mine." The white haired Madara said glaring a Zetsu, scaring the plant further. 'I made sure of that.' He thought darkly.
At some point in time during the conversation Madara rose from his throne in anger. Seeing he had done so the old man lowered himself with his cane to relax. He had no choice but to accept that the only thing that had stopped him from finding the Kyubi so far was some forgotten student of Tobirama whom he never cared for. The universe really, really didn't just let Madara do what he wanted if it was going to stop him in such a way. "Keep spying on them, they're bound to slip up sometime. And find out who Kumo was targeting." He replied, calming himself as Zetsu nodded.
Zetsu thought he knew Madara well being that he had been born to serve him. He knew what things were important to the man and his dream. Nagato with the rinngen, the Gedo Mazo, the life bring Senju Flower, and the biju were key elements. But this did not explain Madara's desire to possess the Kyubi nine tails. Raw power was below Madara wishes at this point so it was harder for Zetsu to understands why Madara wanted the fox so badly. The plant man didn't want anything badly enough to get as aggressive as Madara would about the subject. Unable to comprehend just that made Zetsu unease and hesitant.
Still cautious, Zetsu approached his master slowly as the old, wrinkled man breathed heavily. "Umm, Madara. How has the Uchiha boy, Obito, been so far?" Zetsu questioned as he had not meet the boy and had just started to wonder why the boy's blood stained the ground.
Madara grunted with little energy.
Zetsu cautiously remain silent. Madara and himself had briefly gone through the boys most recent of memories to learn who he was. It was an easy jutsu that most Anbu were cable of using, being able to see the memories of people. Obtio's memory wasn't the prettiest sight either from Zetsu's perspective.
'Poor kids getting nowhere with the girl. Is this what people call 'friend-zoning'?' He pondered thinking only of the love affair and how badly it was going. The whole concept of love was a massive insane, human..thing...that Zetsu that come across more times than he could remember. So much so that he started to believe the problems that were within the affair reflected the failed and foolish decision of man through time. He even thought that his own creation and everything around was a cause of this 'love' thing that Madara could have produced. 'But then again, maybe hate is what I'm thinking of. I always get those two confused.' Zetsu pondered looking at his creator in thought as he could hardly comprehend what hate was either.
Madara peered at the boy feeling low on energy or drive. "That's rights." He answered softly. "All I've been calling him was brat or boy. I never did ask his name." Madara said to Zetsu with little effort. "Better ask his name so that he doesn't have a reason to be suspicious." Madara concluded aloud.
Thinking about it he didn't care for his name as to Madara, Obito had only gone from experimental genuine pig to possible pawn. And as a possible pawn to die as trash at Madara's leisure, his name was irrelevant. He meant about as much as the no named, common jonin killing each other in the war to Madara's eyes. If Obito's possible usefulness were to operate with his plan though, he would be of a higher level of respect than Zetsu.
Zetsu answered the man in tune with his thought. "Yes sir." Zetsu looked curiously to the point of their conversation. "So, you think he could be useful now?" Zetsu continued wanting to stay on this topic and not another. It was strange to him as no other humans had spoken to Madara from the time he was born. It was a boring experience so far as he had not done anything with Obito.
"Yes I do think his abilities could be of use." Madara answered careful with his words although feeling tired and surprisingly hungry. "However, will HE be of use is yet to be decided." He stated not yet sure of how to best use Obito or why he was feeling so tired. 'Yelling couldn't have made me this tired.' Madara thought knowing he had been very busy the last few weeks. 'When was the last time I ate something?'
"A pawn than?" Zetsu suggested.
Madara didn't respond or move from the seat. "Most probably. But we will see."
Zetsu smiled curiously. "Are you thinking of leaving him to continue your plans? Is the master Madara thinking of a successor?" Zetsu teased carefully.
Madara didn't move or give anything away looking quiet tried. "Perhaps so. My plan of leaving this god, awful cave to train Nagato would be nullified if I did." Madara said having had enough of living in the one location so long.
He had already discussed with Zetsu his plan of leaving the cave. That and a few hundred other plans had been thought, being how long Madara had been stuck there. Leaving the cave was his first plan but now fate had given him something that could be useful enough for more. The thought that he might not have to leave was now there.
Zetsu pouted actually sounding like a child with his personality. "Aww, but I like our underground cavern. It's home to me." He stated having always thought the cave like home, regardless of how far he travelled in the shinobi world.
Madara dead planed. 'Strange.' he thought still having trouble accepting the carefree, nativity and child-like personality of his counter-part. It was more surprising the first time they spoke to one another as the plant-man proved that the only thing he had similar to his original, besides a weak wood style, was his very laxed personality.
"Wait!" Zetsu out bursted. "Could you be considering him as a student?"
Madara frowned, grunted and shook his head as if it were rehearsed. "I never took on a real student in my youth. If I did I would have died a pathetic death long ago. Why would I want one now?" He questioned rhetorically.
"Umm, there are a few reasons." Zetsu continued beating around the bushes anyway.
Madara pleaded sounding annoyed. "Please don't.."
Zetsu insisted knowing Madara wouldn't stop him. "Come on. I know you want to hear them."
"I really don't want to hear them." Madara threatened softly actually sounding his old appearance.
Zetsu ignored him though as Madara would listen to him anyway. Madara only ever listened to Zetsu if he didn't care about what Zetsu was talking about. A sad fact for the plant man but it did make Madara understand his point of view easier. "Leaving a good, powerful legacy of yourself would be interesting."
"No it wouldn't as that would imply that I am planning to leave the world with no regret." Madara answered softly again, hardly taking the conversation seriously feeling more and more tired talking to Zetsu. He would listen to the carefree, plant 's thoughts as they weren't really of much importance. Heck, Zetsu had just said Madara should leave something behind before dies which was insulting itself to the uchiha. It was like saying he was going to die soon so he best prepare.
"Do you think he would make a good student?" Zetsu continued poking deeper with the topic annoying his master.
"He would make a much better pawn than a student." Madara stated rubbing his temples knowing that it would be the easier thing to do. "If he were to be my student I would be required to be honest with him for a longer period of time than I like." He stated feeling that training someone to be like himself would backfire on itself. "I would much rather leave my plans to a subordinate then stop my plans temporally to train a student, that would become dangerous." Madara said knowing what the difference between a SHINOBI subordinate and a SHINOBI student was.
Subordinates were meant to follow, obey, believe and want to achieve what their leader wanted without question due to their faith in said figure. A student was to learn and become an image of their master to continue their will into the future. Madara didn't like that definition as he had never really wanted to be like or carry on his teacher's, and father's, will. Not that he didn't enjoy the teachings or methods, but he didn't feel for the image of being another's keep sake in the world either. If he were teaching in such a way of thinking, than a student trained by him would come to feel the same.
Thus in the end it would lead to conflicting feelings and goals between the student and teacher.
"Hmm, would it be dangerous?" Zetsu questioned trying to understand the man's reasoning. "But if you're so content that passing on your plans to him would work, why not believe that he would make a good student?"
'My gods, why does he continue?' Madara pondered truly just wanting to sleep and get his energy back. 'He's like a child who doesn't stop talking.'
"Let me make this clear. I do not want Obito as a student to carry on my will, I do not trust Obito and I do not believe a student should follow the will of their teacher. It leaves behind a single cycle of thinking that repeats itself over and over again." Madara answered thinking of his father. "If I were to teach Obito to think like that, he will come to strike against me the moment we parted ways. I don't want to cause problems for myself that I can't control." Madara answered as simply as he could.
"Wouldn't this plan of dying lead to the same thing with Obito trying to kill you in the end or maybe leaving you dead?"
"Yes but then there would be no idea, thought or belief that the other would not backstab you. You would know that the other was planning to kill you." Madara countered knowing that Obito would turn on him very quickly regardless of what he did as a person at this point.
"You say that like you know what he would do."
"I do because I know what he wants and that is something I can supply him with. But if I help or supply him with the knowledge to it he will no doubt turn on me." Madara answered having concluded that Obito had only one major, real goal in his life. It wasn't to recover, to return to the village or even see his friends. "He can get want he wants if he goes along with my plan. He can go along with my plan if he is my subordinate. He won't get it if I'm not there or if he becomes my student. That and I don't want to train him anymore than I will plan to." Madara concluded.
Zetsu shrugged. "Maybe he will prove to be more trust worthy and of greater value in the future." Zetsu responded thinking positively like he did.
'Why do you continue to push this? I swear I will smash you into the ground if you annoy me further.'
Madara had to disagree with Zetsu. "That positive attitude will only get you so far. But if you wish to cheer for the underdog of this game, be my guest." Madara said now feeling thirsty from the conversation.
"I will then." Zetsu answered happily. "There still one thing I don't understand though." He continued as Madara waited impatient and about to snap. "Why did we save Obito? It can't have been just because he found a way into the underground tunnels." Zetsu answered remembering finding the crushed remains of the boy within the underground tunnels, unsure of if he was alive.
Madara remained silent a moment thinking about it with his eye shut. It was true he had no idea who Obito was until Zetsu started sending telepathic messages saying that he had found someone with a sharigan in the tunnels in and under the land of grass.
He and Zetsu had spent years crafting the underground tunnels which reached almost every corner of the globe, most of which were more than 4 miles deep, hiding it from the surface world above. The tunnel also had a network of roots that could be used by Zetsu to transport or teleport himself all over the world in an extreme version of the mayfly jutsu. This could also send messages over vast distances to Madara through Zetsu's telepathic jutsu and sending seals along the roots to help prevent its discovery or signal that it had been breached back to Zetsu or Madara. The fact that Obito had reached one of the small entrances out of less than 50 in the world, that only went about 70 metres deep from the surface, in his state and without being detected until he was inside was an impossible feat.
None of the other entrances were near any of the hidden villages or major cities and even if some group were to start construction above it Zetsu or Madara would be able to reshape and remove the tunnel quickly without worry. But even with that precaution, there had been incidents where people would find their way within the tunnels. Ordinarily if someone were to find their way to it Zetsu would kill them on the spot, consume their remains, destroy the tunnel to make it look like a cave in and rework the network for future use and prevention of discovery with seals sent by Madara along the root network. But this had not happened for near 8 years and had only been done by some random mist shinobi that had dug to deep in a spot far away from their village.
How Obito had breached it as he was, was enough to warrant a test. Just as Zetsu was about start eating Obtio's remains, Madara sent the telepathic message to bring him back to the base. And as Obtio had thought, it wasn't because Madara wanted to save his life. It was because Madara wanted to use him a test subject in his desire to create loyal and powerful subordinates that would help with his plans. It had indeed, somehow, proved that Obito could become more than just a test subject to throw away when done.
And then when Madara had peaked into the boy's memories, he had discovered a tool of many weakness and traits that was ripe for manipulation. Reshaping the fate of his guest would be risky but would be none the less easy and would pay of greatly. He had yet to put in place the precautions necessary for gaining a strong, loyal subordinate as he did not know Obito well enough, but now it was time to place the controls on Obtio and the others he needed for it to work.
Madara did only have lady luck or fate itself to thank as he had not thought a tool that could be so useful would fall so conveniently into his hands. It was like the boys life and everything else around it had come together just for this to happen.
Madara smiled in peace feeling more confident than he had in long while. "The why doesn't matter anymore Zetsu. What matter is what comes next." He stated all too happy wanting to celebrate prematurely.
Zetsu nodded dumbfounded. "Yes sir. But..um.. what comes next?" He asked unsure of what Madara was planning.
Madara peered at the boy. "First we need him stronger than he currently is and fast." Madara said. "Luckily he proved to me earlier that he has an impressive will to live, therefore I believe we can speed up the recovery process and have him moving faster than I had earlier thought possible." Madara thought as Zetsu's eye widen at what he was getting at. "Create a parasitic clone and use it to pin him down firmly to the rock bed. I don't want him to move during the process even if I shut down his ability to move."
Zetsu face change to a more serious one, uncommon for himself. "Madara, are you sure you want to do that? It's a bit too risky with him how he is if you ask me. He could die very easily from it."
"If he was able to remain slightly conscious after a small wave of my Aura then he will at least live after the forced healing. The Gedo Mazo will be able to keep him from losing years of his life as it has me as well. That and if anything it may change his growth and development which will be interesting by itself. I can't say he will be mentally stable or unbroken after it, but he will come out with a stronger will to live and a greater desire to be with the people he cares about."
"And if he dies?"
"Then we continue the plan of me leaving this cave to train Nagato." He looked at the corner of his eye at the spiral faced plant man slowly gaining more life. Zetsu noticed, looked and gasped.
"Whe-when did you start another one?!" He asked shocked from not knowing.
"If he dies, your new sibling can absorb his remains as he has already cultivated some of Obito's cells with Hashirama. Obito dies and it gains a larger portion of Uchiha blood and heritage. But for now, pin Obito to the stone with a clone as I'll handle the rest. Leave for the land of iron south of here when you're done as well." He finished as the earth at his feet shaped and morphed to up to his out stretched hand. Slowly a scroll seeped through the watery dirt to the Uchiha hands without having a single grain of dirt from the ground on it.
"Huh? Why do you want me to go there?"
"To get some ingredients." Madara said feeling low on energy and knowing what could to be done to fix it. "I haven't eaten anything in nearly 6 years and I sudden feel like eating a particular noodle soup I am hungry for." Madara stated feeling like eating an old food he had enjoyed in his old home. "Get them any way you wish. It will be easy." Madara finished feeling better about his current predicament.
Zetsu on the other hand didn't feel good about this idea. 'This is going to do more than completely heal and change Obito.' The plant-man thought looking at Obito. 'I think I may actually be feeling sympathic or pity for him. I don't know what hell, eternal suffering, torture, or what true pain and loss are Obito. But I image what you're about to go through will be very similar. Maybe even worse. ' He continued, knowing that although the healing method Madara had suggested was extremely effective, it was a long, maddening and torturous experience that could be used to integrate or kill. Thinking about it he couldn't think of any reason why someone would want to go through it. But then he did think of a reason surprisingly enough. "Hmp!" He laughed gaining the older Uchiha's attention.
"What's so funny?"
Zetsu shook his head in disbelief. "Nothing, I just realised that Obito may want this to work out in the end."
Madara frowned. "Why's that."
"The human's I spy in this day and age, seem to put alot of value on sexuality and I imagine as Obito is of the same generation he does as well." He pointed out having spent heaps of time among the humans so much so that he could understand their values. "If so, he would want to heal and change the fact that he is now a eunuch." Zetsu answered still remembering how much of Obito's body was in pieces when he found it. 'His genitals were still distinguishable but had been crush to the point that they would have been of no use. Be thankful Obito, it will be extremely painful growing it or them back so quickly. But at least you will be a new and improved man sooner than you think.' The plant man thought no longer pitying Obito and what he was about to go through.
'You're not funny at all.'
BANGG
"GGAAHH!"
Madara frowned as a massive root, twice the size of madara's throne, rose from the dirt suddenly and with a whip, smacked Zetsu like a rag doll with no remorse. The plant man landed in a heap of loose flesh on the dirt, hardly harmed from the attack but still shocked none the less.
Swinging upright and swaying in defensive position the root stared down on the collapse clone. "I am feeling hungry for the first time in 6 years Zetsu. Do not ruin this for me!" Madara growled back not wanting to think about such a thing. "Hurry up and do what I have asked!" The master ordered in absolute has Zetsu quickly recovered and started creating a clone to stop Obito's struggle of the hell to come.
-In strange, unknown bless-
It was a beautiful, stunning view of the Hidden leaf village, thought the simple boy sitting atop the top a tall building in the village, his legs hanging of the side. The village was loud with happiness and cheerful talk as people walked with smiles on their faces along the roads. The smell of food was strong in the air as rare meats, fresh vegetables, soft rice, soaked noodles and warm soups released their heat to those in wait. The trees grew tall, green and full of strength, stretching across the buildings in a harmony that decorated the homes in peace and health. The sun was warm and soothing; the sky was clear and stunning with a small breeze that carried its warmth to all.
Across the village he could see the Hokage Mountain showing the three Hokages, Hashirama Senju, Tobirama Senju and Hiruzen Sarutobi all staring down on the red Hokage mansion and the village. The stone sculptured, faces were majestic with a tint of wisdom and caring that promoted the feelings of their subjects.
Hashirama Senju, the god of Shinobi, leader of the Senju clan and 1st Hokage to the Hidden leaf village. A greater legend among legends that exceeded the power of all that had come before and after him. A balanced, genius, master of Ninjutsu, Taijutsu and Genjutsu, that surpassed any before and after him. Being renowned first and for most for his ability, being the 1st in the world to use the wood style ninjutsu. His wood style was of such a powerful, dominant and ancient origin that it could influence the natural order of nature, man and the world. A shinobi who could change the shape of the globe and who's very presence would earn the respect, attention and awe of all things.
Tobirama Senju, the wave of power, the 1st leader of the Anbu Black ops and 2ND Hokage to the Hidden leaf village. Called a fabled tyrant in some countries, his being could send tidal waves of chakara every possible direction imaginable that could force even space and time to his will. Second in the hidden leaf only to his brother, he was one of the fastest shinobi in the word, an insightful leader and swordsman, a master of water and sealing, and a bender of time and space. He was absolute in his ways, actions and direction being near impossible to stop when he has been given a goal.
Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Professor of Chakara, sometimes called the 2nd god of shinobi and 3rd Hokage to the Hidden leaf. He mastered and learnt all of Konoha's jutsu despite the limitation on chakara that were in placed as a human. A man of such tranquillity and light that he could step into the darkest and most forbidden of realms and walk out unharmed and completely sane. He was a teacher, sensei and father to many of all of generation's subjects and enemies, surprising them all to the very end with his ways.
All three of them were fathers to the hidden leaf village, Konoha, being role models of power, knowledge, hope and peace to the people. He wanted to be Hokage like them and have his face on that mountain. He wanted to look down on the people with peace and happiness and see them look to him just as well. Yet despite this the boy's desire to become Hokage, it wasn't fuelled on a desire to be like them. He didn't care for their strength, for the wrath their power could invoke, or even want the respect that people would give him, but he did admire something that they stood for.
For most admirers of the Hokages, that was the concept of peace, respect and understanding amongst people across the world. But their desire for peace was something that hadn't even crossed his mind. In his mind, there was something much bigger than peace that he admired them for. That was that they were the freest of the free, the fairest of the fair and they could do so without worry. They didn't use their powers for themselves or for the power of being better than others. They were honest with the people and treated themselves as equals to the people. They were the people who fought to bring peace, fairness and understanding. Freedom, equality, truth and justice in human form, which gave them the right to rule as teachers, as fathers, and as Kages. His admiration was so strong that he would follow them for an eternity if they asked him. At least he thought so.
"Idiot! What stupidity are you talking about?" A powerful and supreme voice yelled in an echoed metallic authority from atop the mountain. A red armour samurai with a thin yet muslin body and sword on his hip stood fast, his arms crossed. "Freedom, equality, truth, justice? What nonsense has seeped into your mind?" It asked in booming, stern voice from behind its mask.
"Nonsense?" the boy said to himself more than samurai. "What are YOU talking about, Red armour." The boy yelled in confusion to the man's words unsure of what else to call him. "It's not nonsense, it's the truth."
Although the beings body was completely cover in red metal hiding it skin, it movements showed what its thinking. "Truth? What would a boy know of truth? I bet all you're doing is repeating nonsense that an adult has feed you. They're not even your words. They're not even your real opinion."
The boy in blue and orange frowned behind his goggles in a pout. "What would you know of my real opinion?" He questioned in anger.
The man atop the mountain sneered. "More than you think Uchiha." It answered in delight making the boy uneasy.
The boy crushed his teeth together. "Alright what is the truth about the Kage's then?" he asked in fury. "Why do you think I'm wrong? Why do you doubt my admiration?" He asked wanting to know what the red samurai thought that he didn't see.
The samurai softly laughed as his armour tinted and tap with his rising and lowing lungs. "Heheheh, do you know why you're so angry asking me this?" It said the tap and shift of metal ringing louder than possible. In truth, the boy should not have been able to hear the man from his distance. The man was talking atop the Hokage mountain and the boy was on a roof close to 100 metres away.
The boy's unease rose at the confidence and ease in which the man spoke feeling as if the red samurai was standing next to him, above him, bending down to whisper in his ear. Yet he could see him clearly and so far away that it felt like not even his own words were reaching him. "I'm angry because of how you're treating me!" Obito yelled in such. "Stop treating me like a child!"
"You ARE a NAIVE, child." The man said easily with emphasis and with little care knowing that it was a truth through and through. "Are going to try an answer my question, boy?" It asked contently and arrogant with its words.
"You haven't even answered my questions. Why should I answer your questions first?" Obito yelled again to the unyielding man.
"If you want an answer to your question, try to answer mine first." It continued in a happy arrogance. "You might find the answer to your own if you think about it."
The boy pouted in defeat, giving up unusually quickly for himself against the man. "Fine." He said softly hearing the clatter of the man armour signalling its content that Obito would try to answer his question. Thinking about it, his admiration and dedication to the Hokages was great and was something that he couldn't deny himself about. He was angry at the man because he was denying his respect for the Hokages. "I'm angry because you don't think I would be loyal to Hokages. That you're laughing at my respect and admiration for them."
The sound of metal shaking with the man's head, rung straight to Obito's ears. "That required no thought. Think harder." He answered disappointed in Obito.
Obito growled. "Hrrr... Why should I think harder?" he questioned again at the man. "Why the heck do..." Obito went silent thinking to about the samurai. "Who..who are you?" Obito asked, realising he was arguing with a man he didn't even know. Obito didn't know the man, he didn't know what he wanted, he didn't know why he was here or why he cared about Obito's thoughts.
The samurai unfolded his arms, spinning his hand in gesture for Obito to continue almost as if he knew what Obito was thinking. "Why are you here? What do you want? And why do you care about me?" Obito asked agitated and restless getting up to stand.
"Funny how ones answer can lead to more questions. It's annoying isn't it?" The man stated as Obito couldn't help but agree with the thought. These questions weren't getting him closer to the answer he wanted. He wasn't even sure why he cared so much but he continued anyway. Best reason he could think of was that he was stubborn, prideful and wouldn't accept the man's disrespect. All he wanted to know was why the red armoured man thought he had the right to question his ideals.
"Are you sure that anger and pride are what is fueling you boy?" The red armored man questioned again. Obito's eyes widen in realisation at what the man could do and questioning why he hadn't thought of it before. This man could somehow read his mind making Obito more and more concerned about the intent of the man. He couldn't trust him or believe anything he said now. "What do you want?" Obito questioned seriously having forgotten the peace below him.
"Why are you afraid of me?" the metallic voice casually asked. "We've met before after all. Just not in a way you'll understand." He stated as Obito remain transfixed on the metal man. Obito was glaring at the man from his standing position not sure what to do as head started hurting thinking about the statement. Removing his goggles, he brought his palm to the right side of his face rubbing it to take away the pain. Instead of reliving the pain he felt that his face felt rougher like the scales of a crocodile as his right eye began to hurt tremendously. Surprising him further his left eye's vision now began to lose light, darken quickly taking away the colours of the village. Soon the shapes disappear leaving nothing but an endless, pitch black as the entire right side of his body began to burn in pain.
Obito didn't cry which surprised him due to the pain being so high yet he gritted and clenched in pain. "You can't cry kid." The man said his posture show some signs of pity and regret. "You already cried and moved on baring the pain, which is rare and unlike you." He continued leaving Obito further confused. Obtio looked down at his body with his remaining eye. Half his body was covered in dark, orange flames that softly shifted and soothed themselves across his right side hiding much of this original shape. It looked like the flames were poorly trying to take his shape. It hurt quite alot but didn't demand a constant attention. He could live with the pain it brought he thought to himself.
Obito sighed. "Who are you and what is...this?" He questioned gesturing at everything in orange flames. "I few seconds ago I was fine and now..."
"... I didn't think I would have to tell you this. That you would've already understood." The red metal man started. "I'm sure you know that it only takes a few seconds for anything regardless of what it is to change completely through the eyes of another." He finished cryptically.
Obito looked away and slowly shook his head as the flames on the right side of his face flashed and scattered like a flag. "I don't understand. Who are you and what is going on?"
"You have yet to answer the question correctly. I hope that you realise the answer as it is right in front of you." It said sounding disappointed and defeated. "That rare and unlikely side of yourself won't last if you don't figure out the answer." It said again sounding cryptic making Obito begin to fear what the red samurai was talking about. Then Obito realised where in his memory he had seen the person.
"You're that—"
"Idiot." It answered to Obito in disapproval. "I may look like it but that is not what I represent. Remember this for what it is." It continued before disappearing from Obito sight on the mountain. "We will probably never meet again." It said from behind Obtio scaring the boy to turn quick to the metal man that stood over him. "So I only have one thing to say." He said a deep serious voice staring down on Obtio as the boy stood up to put some distance between them.
"What is it?" Obtio asked as a brief silence took over.
..CRACK
Obtio's remaining eye practically popped from the fire atop it as his entire body was lightly lifted from the ground. The red armour man's armour red right leg was complete outstretched as it kicked and smashed it way into Obito's dick and balls in a painful display. It was over quickly as Obito landed on the ground coughing, crying and in so much pain grabbing his jewels. He heaved and panted with a wide mouth trying to breathe as sweat went down his face.
"..wh..hy..?"
The red samurai stepped back still facing Obito before pulling two fans from nothing into his hands.
"You no longer,
Have anything,
Between your,
Two legs boy,
HAHA..HAHA..HAHA"
The man sung poorly while dancing on the spot, pointing at the boy in the fetal position grabbing and cringing at the pain, and repeating the words and dance over and over again.
"YOU REE.."
-Back in Reality-
"...ED DICKHEAD!" Obtio shouted from the bed, awake and in fury at the dream he just had. His head darted around trying to find the armored man that nutshooted him for no reason and so suddenly.
From the volume of the shout, the man caring for Obtio turned to the idiot that entered his life, frowning. "Why must he keep talking in his sleep?" the man muttered silently and in annoyance. As he turned to the boy, whose eyes meet his own, he frowned deeper.
"YOU! What the hell did-" Obito tried to move but then realised that a white plant-like thing had a hold of his entire body, constricting him to him stone bed. "-..What the hell is this crap?" Obito asked looking at the strange structure holding him still.
"That is to make sure you don't do anything stupid anymore." Madara answered approaching his guest. "Plus I don't want you to struggle during the treatment. And I won't lie to you about it either. So before I explain what's going to happen, I'm going to ask you one thing." Madara explained.
Obito glared back still feeling the phantom pain that the red armored bastard had inflicted. "Ok...what is it?" Obito asked carefully.
"I didn't ask this before so I'll do it know. What is your name brat?"
Obito squinted at the Madara. from the bed "Obito. Obito Uchiha."
"Ok Obito. Now I'm going to explain how you're going to recover and how painful it will be." Madara stated with no emotion visible, but a small thought in his mind that this was going to either be extreme valuable or a complete failure for the young Uchiha named Obito.
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