"Naruto: Ice God"Chapter 117: Useless Trash Shouldn't Speak Again
"Setsuna has succeeded, Madara-sama."
Inside Uchiha Madara's secret base, Black Zetsu suddenly appeared, reporting good news to the aged figure reclining in his chair.
"Just as you predicted, Uchiha Yowan has awakened his Sharingan and is heading toward the base."
Having witnessed the entire sequence of events, Black Zetsu felt overwhelming joy.
After so many years, this was the first time he'd come so close to the plan's culmination.
Next, he only needed to find a way to manipulate Nagato into resurrecting Uchiha Madara, then use Madara's overwhelming power to collect the Tailed Beasts. After that, he could kick this annoying old fool aside and show him what a true mastermind looked like!
Once you're dead, I'll stomp on you a few times to vent my frustration!
Sneaking glances at Madara's decrepit body, Black Zetsu could barely restrain himself from delivering a few kicks to the old man's face right now.
"Mm."
Madara showed little emotional response to Black Zetsu's report; to him, all of this was inevitable.
"Madara-sama, Setsuna seems to have other ideas..."
Seeing Madara merely nod without outlining the next phase, Black Zetsu couldn't help but plant seeds of doubt about Uchiha Setsuna.
In his view, Madara had prepared too many contingencies—Nagato, Yowan, and Setsuna—which was extremely disadvantageous for Black Zetsu's future betrayal.
After Madara's death, he would need to divide his attention among all three to prevent any unexpected complications.
Seeing Madara remain unmoved, Black Zetsu detailed Setsuna's apparent interest in the Three-Tails.
"It doesn't matter. Setsuna's hatred for Konoha will be precisely the driving force he needs after my death."
Madara unconsciously stroked the blade of the scythe beside his left hand, regarding Black Zetsu with mild disdain:
"Besides, without Setsuna as a counterbalance, you—a useless piece of trash—could never properly monitor that young Uchiha Yowan."
Once again inexplicably branded as "trash," Black Zetsu felt his temper flare.
[Damn it, why do I keep doing this to myself? Why couldn't I keep my mouth shut? Now I'm getting another lecture!]
Black Zetsu mentally delivered himself two sharp slaps, cursing his own loose tongue.
No longer acknowledging the "Red Zetsu" before him, Madara continued speaking to himself: "In terms of loyalty, Setsuna is no less devoted than you, this artificial creation. You can trust him completely. If Yowan ever entertains inappropriate thoughts..."
"So, trash should perform trash duties. As for Setsuna, let him be for now."
[You're the trash! Your entire lineage is trash! I'm Kaguya Ōtsutsuki's son, the creator of shinobi history! You're all merely pieces on my board! I—@#￥!%￥#%!@]
After being called trash repeatedly, Black Zetsu felt thoroughly demoralized, already fantasizing about how he'd torture Madara with a whip once the old man outlived his usefulness.
"Enough. Trash should return to where trash belongs—the protagonist is about to make his entrance."
Sensing Yowan approaching the base, Madara impatiently gestured for Black Zetsu to hurry up and disappear.
Enduring this humiliation, Black Zetsu demonstrated patience exceeding even that of shinobi, carrying his accumulated grievances as he melted into the ground.
...
After finishing the campfire meal, Feng Bai stood and stretched, preparing to return to his tent for rest, when a hawk's cry caught his attention.
A magnificent ninja hawk landed precisely on Feng Bai's shoulder, tilting its head to indicate he should retrieve the message from its tube.
This communication method—was it from his father?
Frowning, Feng Bai extracted the scroll from the tube. Before he could even unfurl it to read the contents, the hawk spread its wings and soared back into the night sky.
Such urgency?
Uncertain what had transpired, Feng Bai hastily unrolled the scroll and rapidly scanned its contents.
Contrary to his expectations, the sender wasn't his father, but Yamanaka Zen, the First Whip Jinchuriki.
The note stated that he and Shimura Ikku were currently tracking a rogue ninja who had defected from the village, presently near the Kirigakure battlefield, and urgently required Feng Bai's support.
After confirming the coded authentication was accurate, Feng Bai's expression darkened as he crushed the note, his mind rapidly processing the situation.
According to regulations, he had already departed Root's structure and now served as an officially recognized Jōnin squad leader for Konoha. He shouldn't respond to their summons.
But Feng Bai couldn't determine whether his father was somehow involved in this matter.
Even more perplexing was the nature of the rogue ninja being tracked—what kind of enemy would compel two Jōnin-level Root operatives to request assistance from a thirteen-year-old?
The entire situation reeked of inexplicable strangeness.
Kirigakure battlefield...
Rogue ninja...
Request for support...
Could it be—
Had he inherited Minato's script?!
For that instant, Feng Bai felt his mind achieve unprecedented clarity.
This could very well be Madara's conspiracy, designed to lure him away, then dispatch someone to ambush Rin, ultimately causing Obito to fall into darkness.
Damn you, Madara—at your advanced age, still refusing to give up, continuing to target Obito, even luring Yamanaka Zen and Shimura Ikku into your trap.
But if I command Kakashi and Obito not to separate and to remain safely in camp awaiting my return, wouldn't that completely derail your scheme?
Of course, the most prudent approach would be to completely ignore those two, pretending he'd never received this message. But...
What if his lack of support resulted in the deaths of those two Whip Jinchuriki?
Though he constantly complained about their heavy-handed methods, Feng Bai knew they genuinely cared for him, having accompanied him for so many years.
"Well, I'll go. After all, I promised Kabuto I'd introduce these two excellent teachers to him. Besides, I have Flying Thunder God—if the situation turns dire, I'll just escape back here."
Muttering encouragement to himself, Feng Bai turned and headed in another direction, locating Kakashi as he organized his ninja tools.
"Kakashi, there's an ANBU mission—I need to handle it personally. You, Obito, and Rin stay in camp. Absolutely do not leave, understand?"
Standing before Kakashi, Feng Bai spoke with grave seriousness, emphasizing that the three of them must never leave camp, especially Rin—she mustn't encounter any danger.
"Is it dangerous?"
Hearing Feng Bai's solemn tone, Kakashi furrowed his brow, concern evident in his eyes.
"It's fine—there are other ANBU colleagues, and besides, I can use Flying Thunder God just like Minato-sensei. Maybe I'll teleport back while you're all sleeping."
Noticing he'd worried Kakashi, Feng Bai adopted a casual tone, patting his shoulder, then departed using Body Flicker Technique before Kakashi could respond.
"Don't die on me, Yamanaka Zen, Shimura Ikku!"
Racing swiftly through the tranquil forest, Feng Bai could only hope his suspicions were entirely wrong, and that the two Whip Jinchuriki had simply happened to appear near the Kirigakure battlefield by coincidence.
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