CHAPTER 234: CHAPTER 234 : HE WAS ORIGINALLY FROM OUR VILLAGE

Sure enough, after hearing Orochimaru mention the First Hokage, Senju Hashirama, Uchiha Madara’s expression shifted slightly.

Yes, he could disregard everyone else.

But Senju Hashirama was different.

It wasn’t just about Hashirama’s strength. It was about the bond they shared—something far deeper, something that even death hadn’t severed. That bond was not something Madara could simply cast aside.

At that moment, the masked man stepped forward beside Uchiha Madara and spoke in a low voice, "We can’t kill him."

"It’s because of him that we were able to bring you back. And we’ll still need his help for what’s to come."

"Spare his life."

Uchiha Madara’s eyes flicked to the masked man, then to Senju Hashirama, and finally landed on Orochimaru. After a long pause, he slowly loosened his grip.

Orochimaru collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

Having been choked by Madara, he was still gasping for air, his breath coming in heavy, wheezing bursts. Between coughs, he clutched at his throat, the red marks of Madara’s fingers vivid against his pale skin.

"I’ll forgive you this once," Madara said coldly, glaring at him, "but if it happens again—no matter who pleads on your behalf—I’ll kill you without hesitation."

Orochimaru didn’t respond. He simply stood, wheezing and stumbling, retreating to stand behind the masked man.

As he steadied himself, his mind worked furiously. He needed to regain control—fast.

Uchiha Madara had freed himself from the Impure World Reincarnation. That much was clear. Despite being summoned by Orochimaru’s jutsu, Madara had severed the spiritual connection and regained complete autonomy.

It was a critical failure.

But Orochimaru still had one remaining trump card—Senju Hashirama.

He must attempt to assert control again. A ninja of Hashirama’s caliber couldn’t be allowed to go rogue.

Hashirama was the First Hokage of Konoha, the man revered as the "God of Shinobi." If Orochimaru couldn’t assert control over him either... then this entire operation could collapse.

They were preparing for war—something far greater than the skirmishes of the past. Having both Madara and Hashirama under their control was key to maintaining the upper hand.

If even Hashirama broke free...

Orochimaru clenched his teeth and immediately began reinforcing the spiritual link of the Impure World Reincarnation.

The masked man clearly had similar concerns. The moment Orochimaru returned to his side, he leaned in and gave identical instructions—monitor Hashirama. If control faltered, release him immediately.

Orochimaru nodded and began weaving hand signs again, focusing chakra into the Edo Tensei control talisman. But as he reached out with his will, his expression tightened.

The link between him and Hashirama was still intact... but barely.

It felt as if he was an ant trying to control a raging beast.

He gritted his teeth. Hashirama’s chakra was vast and deep, like the ocean. The weight of his presence was suffocating. Orochimaru didn’t feel like the puppeteer—he felt like the puppet.

Still, just when he was about to abandon the attempt and dismiss the reincarnation, Hashirama moved—exactly as commanded.

Orochimaru let out a long breath, his tense shoulders relaxing ever so slightly.

Madara might have slipped out of his grasp, but at least he still had the First Hokage on a leash.

That alone gave him enough leverage to face Madara again without immediately dying.

With that brief interruption over, Madara turned toward the masked man.

"I need a report," he said simply. "Tell me the current state of the world."

Madara knew the masked man wouldn’t have summoned him prematurely unless the situation demanded it. That meant something had gone wrong. He needed to know what it was.

The masked man nodded. "We’ve secured most of the tailed beasts."

He raised his hand and began to count off with his fingers. "Except for the Six-Tails and Nine-Tails, all others are in our possession."

Madara’s eyes narrowed.

Previously, when Akatsuki negotiated cooperation with the three great ninja villages, they had returned the tailed beasts to each village as part of the deal.

That had been the foundation of the alliance.

But after the defeat of the Allied Shinobi Forces, and with the deaths of Ohnoki the Third Tsuchikage, Chiyo of the Sand, and the Fourth Raikage, the strength of the three villages was crippled.

Following that, the masked man ordered Akatsuki to reclaim the tailed beasts.

And they had succeeded—swiftly and without significant resistance.

So now, only the Six-Tails in the hands of Kirigakure and the Nine-Tails in Konoha remained out of reach.

Madara gave a curt nod. "Good."

He was satisfied with that outcome. At least partially.

But he wasn’t done.

"What’s the situation with the remaining two?" he asked.

The masked man’s tone darkened. "Uchiha Haru is the reason we’ve failed."

"We tried to seize the Six-Tails and Nine-Tails multiple times, but he intervened every time."

"Uchiha Haru," Madara repeated quietly.

Hearing that name again, Madara’s expression grew serious.

He no longer viewed this ’Haru’ as a minor obstacle. If the masked man considered him a threat significant enough to hinder the capture of two tailed beasts... then Uchiha Haru’s power was formidable.

Perhaps this was the true reason for Madara’s premature resurrection.

Madara’s gaze sharpened. "What kind of power does he possess?"

"Has he awakened Mangekyō Sharingan?"

This was the question that interested Uchiha Madara the most right now.

He was born a warrior.

And he thrived on fighting powerful opponents.

This was also one of the reasons he and the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, respected each other.

Because aside from Hashirama, no one else in this world had ever been worthy of being his rival—or his friend.

"Yes," the masked man nodded.

Indeed, Uchiha Haru had awakened his Mangekyō Sharingan.

"Oh?" Madara responded casually.

So, another Uchiha had awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan.

But even so, he didn’t show much concern.

After all, he too possessed the Mangekyō Sharingan—and not just that. He had evolved it into the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.

Beyond that, he now possessed the Rinnegan, and several abilities he hadn’t even had in his previous life.

It was no exaggeration to say that his power now far exceeded what he had during his first life.

The masked man noticed the indifference on Madara’s face and added with a serious tone, "Uchiha Haru doesn’t just possess the Mangekyō Sharingan... he also wields the most terrifying kekkei genkai in the world today—Wood Release."

"Wood Release!"

At those two words, both Madara’s and Hashirama’s expressions changed in unison.

He was clearly a pureblood Uchiha, gifted with the Sharingan—a bloodline limit already powerful enough to shake the world.

But to also possess Wood Release?

That level of talent bordered on the divine. It was beyond comprehension.

And yet, their shock wasn’t over.

The masked man continued, "He also possesses a vast chakra reserve, has mastered Konoha’s ultimate body techniques—the Body Flicker Technique and the Flying Thunder God Technique."

"And there are still other powers he holds... abilities even I cannot fully grasp."

"I cannot define the limits of his strength because, frankly, I don’t think anyone can."

"If I had to describe him in one word," the masked man said slowly, "it would be... unfathomable."

The flood of revelations clearly shook both Uchiha Madara and Hashirama Senju. A ninja with just Wood Release and Mangekyō Sharingan was already unheard of.

But to master so many techniques, to command such overwhelming power—this was something else entirely.

Madara finally understood.

The masked man wasn’t being modest about his own strength.

He had brought up Uchiha Haru not out of weakness—but because Haru was simply in a league beyond him.

And for Madara, this was thrilling.

He lived for this.

The challenge. The fight.

To clash with the strong was what stirred his blood.

"Where is he now?" Madara asked.

"In Konoha," the masked man replied.

"Perfect," Madara said with a cold smile.

And in the next instant, he vanished from sight.

Everyone knew exactly where he was headed.

Konoha.

Uchiha Madara was going to Konoha—for Uchiha Haru.

Neither the masked man nor Orochimaru tried to stop him.

They believed in Madara’s strength.

But more than that, they too wanted to witness the clash between two monsters—Uchiha Madara and Uchiha Haru.

It was a battle no one could afford to miss.

So shortly after Madara departed, they summoned the entire Akatsuki to Konoha.

At the same time—

The shinobi of Konoha and the Hidden Mist Village were already prepared.

For weeks, they had braced themselves for this war—despite the massive gap in power.

They had trained, reinforced defenses, and made every preparation imaginable.

Because now, the time had come.

And they were ready to fight to the death.

Behind them was their village.

Within that village were their families, their loved ones, their comrades.

Retreat wasn’t an option.

They would rather fall in battle than see their homes destroyed.

At the same time, both Uzumaki Naruto—the Nine-Tails Jinchūriki—and Uzumaki Karin—the Six-Tails Jinchūriki from the Hidden Mist—had been stationed in Konoha.

This had been Uchiha Haru’s decision.

No matter how powerful Naruto and Karin were, if the Akatsuki found them outside the village, they would be captured instantly.

The safest place for them was near Uchiha Haru—in Konoha.

And now, the alliance between Konoha and the Hidden Mist had already brought them one victory.

If they could win this next battle, they might just change the tide of the entire war.

But if they lost...

There would be no second chance.

Everyone felt it—both the pressure and the adrenaline.

Uchiha Haru walked the temporary streets of Konoha.

Villagers greeted him warmly, some bowing, others simply smiling with gratitude.

In today’s Konoha, Uchiha Haru’s reputation stood at a staggering height.

His influence had already surpassed even the Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen, who had held the position the longest in Konoha’s history.

Only the God of Shinobi, Hashirama Senju, the village’s founder, could be mentioned in the same breath as him.

That was the kind of legacy Uchiha Haru had built.

Again and again, he had pulled Konoha back from the brink of destruction.

To the villagers, calling him a hero felt like an understatement.

To them, Uchiha Haru was a god.

Indestructible. Unshakable. Always there to protect them.

And some even whispered, quietly but often, that they regretted letting him leave Konoha to ally with the Hidden Mist.

Because now, the man they revered more than anyone was no longer one of them.

He belonged to Kirigakure.

Their Konoha had lost someone irreplaceable.

And every time the villagers thought about that, a quiet sorrow settled in their hearts.

Some would sigh aloud.

Others would simply look toward the Hokage Monument, wondering what might have been.

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