Watching Kyūsuke walk toward him with a half-peeled iron-stick yam, Obito felt no fear at all.
He even wanted to laugh a little.
These ants were far too kind, so kind that they had reached the point of weakness.
Even when taking revenge, they did not dare use a large durian on him.
They only dared use one tiny iron-stick yam.
How tragic.
This iron-stick yam was barely larger than a small acorn. If one had to compare, it was not even as large as the banana earlier.
They wanted him to feel pain with something like this?
Impossible.
However, although Obito thought that inwardly, he still showed a frightened expression on the surface.
At this moment, he suddenly realized something. In order to prevent these people from constantly raising the intensity, it was best to give them a little emotional value and let them feel the satisfaction of revenge.
Perhaps then they might let him go.
"In truth, my goal is the same as yours. We all want peace in the shinobi world. It's only that our ideas are different.
"Now that I'm being punished by you, it is my own fault. Come, do not pity me just because I am disabled!"
While Obito was spouting nonsense, Kyūsuke had already taken the iron-stick yam and stabbed it toward Obito like a blade.
On the other side, Hisuke rummaged through the supply bag sent by the warmhearted villagers to see if there were any other tools.
"Hm? What's this?"
Hisuke pulled out a strange object wrapped in plastic film, still unopened.
"That is a video camera, it can record what you see. That over there is the switch."
Uchiha Madara kindly explained it for them.
Whether it was Uchiha Madara or the first-generation Akatsuki members, none of them had ever seen something like a video camera before.
However, Madara had been brought back with Edo Tensei earlier and had spent some time shopping wildly with Chiyo, so he had come to know many things from the new era.
Only, after explaining it to the first-generation Akatsuki members, Madara felt a chill in his heart.
That naturally evil Tobirama was not even pretending anymore!
He had sent so many fruits and vegetables, all of them in specific shapes, without even a single leafy green.
Even when sending meat, he had not sent ordinary meat, but directly sent an eel.
And now, he had even prepared a video camera.
Even if Amegakure's villagers had improved their living standards after the reforms, surely they had not improved so much that they could casually gift something like this to a passerby, right?
However, Madara could only call it fortunate.
Fortunately, the target this time was not him. Instead, it had helped him.
This time, evil Tobirama had tried to steal a chicken, only to lose the rice used to lure it.
A faint smile appeared on Uchiha Madara's face as he looked toward Obito across from him.
Under Madara's guidance, Hisuke tried using the video camera and started recording.
As for Obito, he was now truly miserable.
Earlier, when he had targeted Uchiha Madara, he had switched to comfort after discovering that pain was useless.
Now the boomerang had come back.
He had thought he would be safe as long as they did not use the durian, but he never expected the iron-stick yam to deal not only taijutsu damage, but also ninjutsu damage.
It might not even be ninjutsu damage. It might be senjutsu damage.
Iron-stick yam had a special trait.
After half its skin was peeled, it secreted plant mucus. Anyone who touched that mucus would feel unbearably itchy.
This led to a miraculous phenomenon when eating yam.
The itchier it became, the more one ate.
The more one ate, the itchier it became!
...
A few minutes later.
"This…"
The first-generation Akatsuki members stood dryly off to the side and simply watched.
They had wanted to complete their revenge, but now…
It had become fully automatic.
They did not need to do anything at all. Even the video camera no longer needed anyone to touch it after the record button was pressed.
For a moment, they felt strangely empty.
"Is this the emptiness that comes after revenge is completed?"
"It feels so strange."
"No wonder Kie chose to give up on revenge. So this is what it feels like after revenge."
The group's expressions were somewhat lost.
"No. Your revenge has not ended. The reason you feel empty is because you have not truly completed your revenge."
Uchiha Madara's bewitching voice rang out from the side.
Everyone turned to look at Uchiha Madara.
"That is the true tool of your revenge."
Uchiha Madara pointed toward the video camera that was currently recording.
"You should make tens of thousands of copies of what is recorded inside and let the world admire it…"
"Uchiha Madara!"
Although Obito was immersed in the yam, his ears were not deaf.
After hearing Madara's heart-piercing suggestion, he truly could not endure it anymore.
"You absolutely must not believe Madara! Madara is also trying to realize the Infinite Tsukuyomi… Wait, I should say the Infinite Tsukuyomi was originally the mission Madara gave me!
"He looks like he is helping you now, but in reality, he wants to obtain the Hashirama cells transplanted inside my body so he can recover his strength, break free from this weak shell of his, and then revive himself!
You must not become accomplices to a tiger and help Madara commit evil—aaaaaaah!"
At the end, Obito even cried out in "grief."
It was truly enough to make listeners grieve and hearers weep.
"You must not believe his words. If I truly had ambition, then the one imprisoned here should be me, not him.
"The fact that I can move freely means I am innocent and have been recognized as such."
Faced with Obito's "slander," Madara remained calm.
"But why do I feel that compared to a shit fetish, an old-woman fetish is still more excessive? The latter affects other people, while the former can be enjoyed alone in a small area."
Daibutsu raised a question.
Uchiha Madara's expression stiffened.
He had not wanted to think too deeply about such filthy matters, but now, in order to successfully convince them, he had no choice but to consider it carefully.
"Enjoyed alone in a small area? Heh. Did Obito enjoy it alone in a small area? Wasn't it written clearly in your intelligence? Not only did he not enjoy it alone, but he repeatedly used filth to attack Konoha!"
Uchiha Madara retorted.
"Attacking Konoha is a good thing."
"…"
Uchiha Madara's confident expression froze instantly.
He had almost forgotten.
These former Amegakure shinobi in front of him had a grudge against Konoha.
"Your thinking cannot be so narrow. You cannot only look at the immediate problem before your eyes.
"In truth, you should also understand that I, Uchiha Madara, also have a grudge against Konoha. I am on the same side as you. When Obito used filth to attack Konoha, was it because he hated Konoha? No! What he pursues is the process itself! In other words, tomorrow, he might attack Amegakure too!
"And do not forget where Obito collected the filth he used to attack Konoha."
"It was from your Amegakure!"
"Your Amegakure already has little land and many people, with insufficient farmland."
"You rely on those fertilizers to keep everything running."
"And then what happened?"
"He stole all your filth. What will happen to Amegakure's farmland? What will happen to the farmers?"
"If you do not punish Obito, can you face the villagers who gave you these vegetables and fruits?"
Uchiha Madara felt that this speech had consumed all the energy of his life.
If he had possessed this level of skill back then, the First Hokage would absolutely have been him.