Chapter 132 – The Wrath of Madara Uchiha
On the other side—
Madara Uchiha, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.
"Resurrected?"
Madara hesitated for a moment, then slowly stood up and muttered to himself, "It seems the plan has succeeded... it's time for me to once again reign over the ninja world."
But—
When he noticed Nagato's lifeless and withered corpse beside him, Madara's brows furrowed slightly. A vague sense of unease began to rise in his heart.
According to the plan he laid out before his death, once the nine tailed beasts were collected, Black Zetsu and White Zetsu were to resurrect him.
But judging from Nagato's current appearance... it was clear he'd been forced to use the Rinne Rebirth technique against his will.
"Madara Uchiha..."
At that moment, Black Zetsu emerged from Nagato's body, bowing respectfully.
"What the hell happened here?"
Madara's eyes turned cold as he glanced at Black Zetsu, White Zetsu, and Uchiha Obito. His voice was sharp and filled with suppressed anger. "I had everything arranged before I died. So? Did you finish collecting the Tailed Beasts?"
"This..."
At Madara's question, Black Zetsu, White Zetsu, and Uchiha Obito all exchanged glances and fell silent, lowering their heads.
"How many of the tailed beasts have you gathered?"
Madara crossed his arms, expression frosty. "With your strength—and with the Akatsuki's help—collecting at least five or six should've been easy. If things had gone according to plan, you should've had all nine by now."
"We…"
The three glanced at one another again. None of them dared to speak.
Could they really admit that not even one tailed beast had been collected?
If they did... Madara would probably explode on the spot.
"Speak!"
Madara's voice boomed with fury, his patience completely gone.
"Lord Madara…"
White Zetsu cautiously stepped forward and stammered, "S-So far… we haven't collected even a single tailed beast."
Boom!!
The moment the words fell—
An oppressive wave of chakra burst from Madara Uchiha's body. His overwhelming killing intent crashed down like a tsunami, suffocating all three—Obito, Black Zetsu, and White Zetsu—forcing them to their knees, gasping for breath.
Enraged.
Utterly Furious.
Even Madara, who had long since learned to keep his emotions in check, couldn't help but explode in fury now.
Before his death, everything had been planned perfectly.
Even a pig following his strategy should've been able to collect the tailed beasts.
And yet—what did he come back to?
Nothing but failure.
"What the hell have you three been doing?!"
Madara's voice was thunderous. "Did you treat my words as nonsense?!"
"Never!"
"We've been acting exactly as you instructed!"
"Even if we had ten lives, we'd never dare go against your will!"
Despite their protests, the three were trembling.
Madara's terrifying pressure made them feel as if they were ants facing a god.
"Hmph..."
Madara snorted coldly, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Since you won't speak honestly, I'll just see for myself."
Swish!
Before anyone could react, Madara appeared in front of White Zetsu and grabbed his head.
"What—?!"
Moments later, after probing White Zetsu's memories, Madara's eyes widened slightly.
For the first time in decades, his calm expression cracked.
Shock.
Disbelief.
His heart was in turmoil.
He had seen everything.
After his death, the Third Ninja World War ended with Konoha's decisive victory—just as he'd predicted.
Everything was unfolding according to plan...
Until the night of the Uchiha Clan Massacre.
Then, a variable appeared—
Uchiha Yuta.
With unmatched strength, he slaughtered the high council, including the Third Hokage Sarutobi Hiruzen.
He crushed the Four Great Ninja Alliances.
He captured the Three-Tails, Five-Tails, and Eight-Tails.
He even defeated the First Hokage, Senju Hashirama, who had been revived using Edo Tensei.
And finally—he seized the title of Fifth Hokage, earning the name:
"God of the Ninja World."
After assuming power, Uchiha Yuta abolished the Will of Fire, destroyed the Akatsuki, and annexed the Hidden Rain Village.
Everything—everything Madara had dreamed of—had already been accomplished.
Madara was shaken.
He never imagined someone from the Uchiha Clan could rise so far.
Not just a legendary ninja—but a legend among legends.
Even more shocking—he recognized the name.
Uchiha Yuta had been one of the potential successors Madara had considered before choosing Uchiha Obito.
But back then, Uchiha Yuta was cunning—rarely leaving Konoha, hiding his strength, and serving in the village's Military Police Force.
So, Madara had written him off as "too cautious" and instead manipulated Obito into becoming his pawn.
Now?
The one he abandoned...
Had become a god.
As for Obito?
...Best not to mention him.
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