Chapter 465: Uchiha Madara's Treasure
After some time,
Uchiha Madara and Nawaki wrapped up their latest battle expedition.
Nawaki waved his hand and said, "Uncle Madara, once you've taken care of things, you should move to Konoha."
"The Land of Hot Water?"
Madara's eyes were filled with disdain.
He couldn't believe it—he and Hashirama had once crushed the other ninja clans and factions with overwhelming power to found Konoha in the fertile Land of Fire.
And now his descendants had been driven out to the weak, resource-poor Land of Hot Water?
He nodded slightly. "I will."
Though officially labeled a missing-nin from Konoha, it was impossible to say he had no attachment to the village.
After all, it was the dream he and Hashirama had once shared as children.
Peace. A village where children wouldn't have to go to war…
This return would simply be a lesson for the incompetent descendants.
Now that Madara had a basic grasp of the Samsara Game, he was confident—confident that he could surpass these weaklings.
Tsunade?
According to Nawaki, before the Samsara Game appeared, her strongest technique was a chakra healing jutsu that rapidly regenerated wounds?
And they had the nerve to call it something flashy like [Creation Rebirth]?
The more Madara heard, the more something felt off—wasn't that just Hashirama's passive ability? And she was treating it like some ultimate move?
Naruto Uzumaki?
Now that was mildly interesting. That dumb, cheerful energy was very much like Hashirama's. His class, [Temple Knight], was bound to the ideals of Konoha—he would sacrifice everything for the village.
Which only made Madara angrier, since Hashirama had also stabbed him in the back for the sake of the village.
And then… there was Uchiha Sasuke.
The last remaining heir of the Uchiha clan. Madara planned to take a good look at him and see whether the boy had disgraced their name.
Nawaki said excitedly, "If we get back in time, we might make it for Konoha's second Gratitude Festival. It's gonna be lively!"
According to Gramps Hokage, the Gratitude Festival was created in honor of the long-disappeared Hot Spring Village,
To commemorate how they had warmly welcomed the exiled Konoha forces after Konoha's collapse, even offering their famous flame-roasted chicken.
So now, every year during the festival, everyone ate flame-roasted chicken to celebrate and express thanks.
"Alright."
Madara turned to leave, following Nawaki's guidance toward the nearest safe town to log out.
If you logged out in the wild, there was a high chance you'd be attacked by corrupted monsters upon re-entering the game.
"You're back, Lord Madara."
"Mm."
Uchiha Obito's eyes sparkled with excitement as he saw the changed aura around Madara.
"Do you believe me now, Lord Madara? The Samsara Game is the manifestation of all things supernatural! Forget the ninja world—even the Sage of Six Paths would submit to this power!"
Madara suddenly asked, "The Eye of the Moon Plan… is it scrapped?"
"Of course not!"
Obito's voice turned shrill. "Even the Samsara Game can't bring peace! Those foolish shinobi only know how to kill and steal! The Eye of the Moon Plan is the key to creating the perfect world! It must not be abandoned!"
His tone became sharp and manic.
Seeing him like this, Madara's brow twitched. He recalled how the "fall" had triggered Obito's Mangekyō awakening—but it had also broken his mind.
Despite a world-changing phenomenon like the Samsara Game, he was still obsessed with the Eye of the Moon Plan?
Foolish.
The Sage of Six Paths' ancient stone tablet?
That era was long gone. The Sage of Six Paths should be relegated to history. The one who truly held power to reshape the world now was the master of the Samsara Game—the mysterious Game Merchant.
Clearly, Madara accepted the game's reality far more smoothly than Obito had imagined.
Or rather, this was always who Madara had been:
Extreme, arrogant, yet driven by a dream of peace and hope for the world.
Someone like him would never heed the words of a weaker man.
In his eyes, a weakling's voice held no meaning.
Even Hashirama—despite beating Madara—was only considered an equal.
So when Hashirama's vision of peace conflicted with Madara's, Madara saw no reason to compromise.
Why should he submit?
This was also why Black Zetsu had been able to manipulate Madara so easily—
Because he understood that Madara only respected power.
Finding a path to peace was never easy.
So Madara was filled with doubt.
Then came the stone tablet, left behind by the mythical Sage of Six Paths—visible only to those with the strongest eyes.
That was what drew Madara in so easily.
But now?
The Game Merchant was someone who surpassed the shinobi world and all common understanding. A being who had left even the Sage of Six Paths in the dust.
That was who Madara saw as worthy of reshaping the world.
The Eye of the Moon Plan?
Once the mystique and power of the Sage of Six Paths faded, he was no different from an ordinary man in Madara's eyes.
Just a bit stronger, that's all.
And now—with the help of the Samsara Game—Madara could surpass Hashirama… and the Sage himself.
"All I need to do is keep upgrading my [Rinnegan], and I'll be able to plunge the entire ninja world into genjutsu."
"Even if it means making enemies of the whole world, I won't back down. This is my ninja way!"
"I'll create a perfect world!"
As Obito rambled on, Madara listened silently, suppressing the sneer in his eyes.
He was the one who had guided Obito from the shadows, helped him awaken the Mangekyō. So he knew exactly what kind of "ideal world" Obito was talking about.
It had nothing to do with peace.
It wasn't hope—it was escapism, a way to avoid the pain of being rejected by Rin.
This man really was nothing more than a puppet.
"It's fine. I'll help you, Obito."
Madara said the words aloud, but his eyes betrayed his disappointment.
He had once hoped to work alongside Obito to rise to the top of the Samsara Game.
But now he saw—this guy was beyond saving.
Honestly,
He should've realized it as soon as he entered the Samsara Game.
Back when Madara died, he'd left Obito with enormous resources to carry out the Eye of the Moon Plan—an enthralled Akatsuki, the Rinnegan, even a pair of Mangekyō Sharingan that had once ruled the ninja world.
Every possible advantage.
And yet, from the game's appearance to now, Obito had fallen this low.
Madara now fully understood the situation: the Borderlands of the Land of Frost, no faction support, no money, alone, and wanted by multiple nations.
Even if you trained a stray dog, it wouldn't turn out this pathetic.
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