Oh my, Madara-sama, something really big is happening in the outside world."
Black Zetsu's voice carried a sinister amusement as he spoke, his ever-present smirk making it hard to tell if he was joking or serious.
"Tell me the story."
"The latest news? Sunagakure has vanished without a trace."
Madara's expression remained unreadable, but there was an undeniable flicker of intrigue in his eyes. Sunagakure—the Village Hidden in the Sand—was one of the five great nations, a power in the shinobi world. The idea of it simply ceasing to exist defied logic.
"The entire village is gone?" Madara asked, his tone more thoughtful than surprised.
In his time, Sunagakure already had an established history, its shinobi known for their adaptability to the harsh desert. Every great nation had its own legacy, its own strength—none of them should be capable of disappearing overnight.
And yet, it had happened.
"Black Zetsu, don't you know anything about this?"
Black Zetsu shrugged. "Madara-sama, I've been keeping an eye on White Zetsu. I only found out about this when I went out recently."
Interesting.
From Madara's perspective, a village like Sunagakure wouldn't simply vanish due to natural causes. If it was an attack, it had to be something beyond the conventional.
Even at his peak, he could have obliterated a village, but to erase every trace of it? To leave not even ruins behind? That was a feat worth acknowledging.
"It seems," Madara murmured, a slow smirk creeping across his face, "that there are some incredible forces at work in the ninja world today."
There was once a time when only one man had ever stood in his way—Senju Hashirama, the so-called God of Shinobi. But Hashirama was long dead.
This world now belonged to Uchiha Madara alone.
A world with two rulers was too crowded.
"Madara-sama, there's something else worth mentioning."
Madara's deep, hollow gaze locked onto Black Zetsu. "Don't waste my time. Speak."
"Tailed Beasts are disappearing. Someone is collecting them."
Madara's fingers twitched slightly.
"Oh?" He leaned forward, his interest piqued.
Someone else was after the Tailed Beasts. Someone else understood the true potential of gathering them. The ultimate goal—reviving the Ten-Tails and casting the world into the Infinite Tsukuyomi—was his alone. No one else had the right to walk this path.
To put the world into an eternal dream.
For Madara to become the dream itself.
That was his purpose.
That was why he had left Konoha all those years ago, after discovering the true meaning behind the Uchiha Tablet. Only those with the power of the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan could read its hidden messages. The merging of Uchiha and Senju power was the key to true godhood.
"And do we know who is collecting the Tailed Beasts?"
Black Zetsu shook his head. "Not yet. But I have confirmed one thing. It's someone from Konoha."
Konoha again.
That village had always been at the center of things. But this? This was intriguing.
"No, Madara-sama, there's more." Black Zetsu chuckled darkly. "Your clan—the Uchiha—are flourishing in Konoha now. They are the most powerful faction in the village."
Madara's expression darkened.
When he had left Konoha, not a single Uchiha had followed him. Now, after all these years, they had risen to prominence without him?
Hypocrites.
He had fought for their survival, and they had turned their backs on him. And now, they basked in the power he had envisioned for them?
How amusing.
"Madara-sama, what will you do?"
Madara chuckled, a deep, foreboding sound. "First, I must return. Once I have been revived, I will see all of this with my own eyes."
If there were powerful new forces at work in this era, he wanted to meet them. He wanted to crush them beneath his feet.
"And what of Nagato?" Madara asked, his tone casual but commanding.
"He remains our best bet for resurrection, but we must ensure he follows the plan," Black Zetsu replied. "And we must watch whoever is collecting the Tailed Beasts. These are the two priorities."
Madara nodded. "Then handle it. I have waited long enough."
Meanwhile, in Kirigakure, the Village Hidden in the Mist, the death of Fourth Mizukage Yagura had sent shockwaves through the village.
The elders sat in grim silence, their sorrow hanging heavy in the air.
None of the elite shinobi who had accompanied Yagura to his meeting with Danzo had returned. The explosion that had rocked the shores of the Land of Water that day had left them uneasy.
Now, their worst fears were confirmed.
"Danzo," one of the elders muttered bitterly. "That conniving old bastard must have set a trap."
It was the only explanation.
The meeting had been on their land, arranged by Yagura himself. How could Konoha have pulled off such a devastating attack?
More importantly, why was Konoha unscathed while their forces had been completely wiped out?
"We must assume treachery," another elder spat. "Danzo has always been a snake."
The truth was far worse than they realized.
What they didn't know was that another force had been involved in the battle—someone other than Danzo. Someone powerful enough to wipe out an entire force of elite Mist shinobi, including a Jinchūriki like Yagura.
But who?
The news of Sunagakure's disappearance had already unsettled the shinobi world. Now, with the Fourth Mizukage dead and the Mist's military strength significantly weakened, Kirigakure was more vulnerable than ever.
"What of our swordsmen?" one elder asked, his voice grave.
The Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist had already lost many of their legendary warriors. Now, with the death of Raiga Kurosuki and the loss of other key members, only two remained—Kisame Hoshigaki and Jūzō Biwa.
"We're losing our edge," another elder admitted. "And if we reveal Yagura's death too soon, our enemies will descend upon us like vultures."
For now, they would have to keep his death a secret. But time was not on their side.
A Mist Anbu suddenly burst into the room, panting heavily. "Elders! The reports have been confirmed! Sunagakure no longer exists!"
A heavy silence fell over the room.
They had assumed the rumors were exaggerations. A village might fall in battle, but to be completely erased? That was unheard of.
And yet, it had happened.
The world was shifting.
Great powers were moving in the shadows, and none of them knew who—or what—was responsible.
But one thing was certain.
War was coming.
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