Chapter 460: Uchiha Madara: I'm the Rookie Here?
His secret exposed.
Uchiha Madara was inwardly shocked—his hands even trembled slightly.
The Power of All Creation (Shinra Banshō no Chikara)!
It was the ultimate power spoken of in the Uchiha clan's ancestral stone tablets. The very reason he had returned to Konoha for that final battle against Hashirama after reading them.
The Rinnegan.
Decades of planning and scheming had revolved around this eye—Uchiha Obito, Nagato, the Gedo Statue, resurrection…
But now, some kid just walked up and whispered, "I have the power of All Creation too!"
If he'd been asleep, he would've jolted awake screaming from the dream.
Still, Madara reacted swiftly, speaking coldly: "You're telling me this to win me over?"
"As expected of you, Uncle—so sharp!" Nawaki grinned. "Talents like you are rare, Uncle Madara. If you joined the Hidden Leaf, it'd be our honor."
He had never hidden his intentions.
Despite his dopey look, the kid was surprisingly shrewd.
Damn it.
The more Madara looked, the more he saw that idiot Hashirama in him.
Back then, it was that same big-eyed, innocent face that had fooled Madara—until Hashirama stabbed him in the back, ending the Battle at the Valley of the End with Madara's defeat.
Or so Madara told himself.
In truth, even with the Nine Tails and the Uchiha clan's relics, he'd still been overpowered.
If Hashirama hadn't held back, Madara might not have even left a corpse.
Still... that was something Madara would never admit.
If you asked Fang Yi, the Game Merchant, he'd say Madara fought valiantly but ultimately lost to Sage Body Advantage.
It was a battle not just between Sage Eyes and Sage Body—
But Sage Skin, Sage Muscles, Sage Lungs, Liver, and even Sage Guts and Bones.
If Hashirama had taken Madara's eyes, he could've become the next Sage of Six Paths.
Utterly ridiculous. Madara had no reason to feel ashamed of that loss.
"Wood Style. Sharingan..."
Looking at Nawaki's dumb yet crafty smile, Madara was momentarily dazed.
For a second, he wondered if this boy was the genetic offspring of both him and Hashirama.
But that was biologically impossible. They were both men.
Unless... unless Madara had a child with one of Hashirama's descendants?
He quickly clutched his forehead and forced the thought out. What is wrong with me?!
This Samsara Game was throwing off his mental state.
"I'll accept."
Madara nodded faintly, with no guilt over lying.
Join the Hidden Leaf?
Please. He was already Konoha shinobi #002. Who would question that?
"I'm willing to be a Leaf ninja. In return, you'll be responsible for training me for a while."
The Samsara Game was still mysterious and unfamiliar to him. This brief interaction had proven that.
Following an experienced player like Nawaki would be much smarter.
And maybe...
Madara shook his head repeatedly. It's not because he reminds me of that damn Hashirama...
No way. He just needed a guide.
That's it.
"Tanjiro, incoming!"
The deeper they ventured into the Black Abyss Corridor, the darker and more disorienting it became. Sensory perception and vision were heavily impaired.
Nawaki's face tightened. He moved quickly.
Clang!
A bullet was sliced mid-air by a blade.
Tanjiro, gripping his sword with both hands, was shaking slightly—his palms numb from the impact.
"What a shame. We've been spotted."
A squad of players emerged from the darkness.
At the front, one held a kerosene lantern that lit the path ahead. Behind him were two magic-wielders in traditional mage garb.
The bullet had come from the squad's center—from a blue-haired, red-nosed man.
Nawaki's expression turned grim. He whispered, "It's the Buggy Pirates."
"Buggy?"
Tanjiro had heard of him—
A pirate from the One Piece world who refused to give up piracy even after Shanks declared the age of exploration.
Weak in strength, but equipped with several rare game items. He was constantly on the run from bounty hunters.
He hadn't expected to see Buggy in the Black Abyss Corridor.
"What about Crocodile?"
"Not here."
Nawaki scanned the group. No sign of a skateboard. He relaxed a little.
Buggy, however, was furious and emptied an entire clip of explosive rounds, all of which Tanjiro deflected.
"You bastards dare look down on Captain Buggy!? I'm the REAL leader of the Desert Pirates!"
Buggy was pissed.
Once, being called "red-nose" was his greatest pet peeve. Now, it was being told Crocodile was the real captain and he was just the decoy.
He was the leader of the Buggy Pirates, damn it! Not that sand crocodile.
"I'll handle it."
Madara's expression darkened. His chakra exploded. The air trembled.
A mountain-sized Susanoo rose behind him, wielding twin blades, cleaving toward the Buggy Pirates.
"Sharingan?"
"I've never heard of a player unlocking a full Susanoo... who is he?!"
Mohji, the ex-vice captain now demoted by Crocodile, was stunned.
By the time he reacted, the twin blades were already descending.
He cracked his beast whip across Richie's backside.
ROAR!
The lion bellowed.
Richie's body expanded. His mane ignited. His fur took on a crystalline purple hue.
He bore the diluted bloodline of a Purple Crystal Winged Lion King from [The Dou Qi Continent]—capable of burning purple beast fire. A fully matured one could reach Tier 2 Peak.
But this Richie only had trace bloodline potential—he was around Tier 2 Elite at best.
Whimper...
After taking one hit from Susanoo's twin blades, Richie began to look cocky—
Until he realized Madara's Susanoo was beyond comprehension.
In player terms, it was a Tier 1 Lv. Max Susanoo.
He couldn't handle it.
Without hesitation, Richie reverted and bolted out of the attack's range—
Leaving the rest of the crew behind.
BOOM.
The ground trembled. The Black Abyss Corridor echoed with impact.
Madara's eyes were cold. A bunch of clowns...
Then—
The Buggy Pirates crawled out of the smoke. Battered, but mostly unharmed.
Only Buggy had a fractured pinky.
"You bastards! Don't you know it's your job to shield your captain?!"
"I was scared..."
"I had to pee..."
"I just don't want to, Captain..."
Madara was stunned. His full-power Susanoo—strong enough to split mountains—hadn't even killed them.
Just... tickled them?
Nawaki patted his shoulder. "Uncle Madara, you're really strong, but your Life Tier is only Tier 1 Peak. Here, take this Tier 2 Evolution Potion. Once you hit Level 19 from monster hunting, you can break through your life tier!"
Green chakra like a forest bloomed around him.
First bones, then muscle, then tendon and flesh—he transformed into a complete Green Susanoo.
"Uncle Madara, the Sharingan is super powerful. If you chose it and managed to level it up this far, your compatibility must be very high. Keep going!"
"Don't feel down—I'll show you a real Susanoo!"
His voice thundered like a lightning bolt.
Madara was stunned.
Did he just say... show ME the real power of the Sharingan?
Do you know who I am?!
I!
The one who led the Uchiha to dominate the Warring States era!
The strongest clan leader in Uchiha history!
And as he watched Nawaki decimate enemies left and right...
Uchiha Madara realized—
He was the rookie here.
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