Kannabi Bridge, underground base.
Uchiha Hikari sat cross-legged on the bed in the secret room, her eyes tightly closed, trying to divert her attention by refining Chakra. However, after several attempts, she couldn't concentrate. She simply opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling.
Suddenly, the ground shook slightly, and a heavy sound came from the stone door.
Light trembled slightly, and her beautiful eyes immediately regained their brilliance. She leaped off the bed quickly, like a small cat, and rushed to the entrance of the base in a few steps.
"Lord Madara!"
Uchiha Madara stood at the entrance of the base, leaning against the wall. His long hair was haggard, limply covering his face. His face was as pale as paper, and his black clothes were tattered. He looked very embarrassed.
However, what Light cared about most was...
"Lord Madara, what happened to your eyes?" She squinted and moved closer, finally seeing Madara's face clearly. One of his eyeballs had completely turned white.
It was a kind of empty, pure white, not the grayish-white pupils of the Hyuga Clan. Madara's eye was as if the pupil and the white of the eye had merged together, gloomy and terrifying.
"Some unexpected things happened, but... fortunately, the plan was successful." Madara said weakly, adjusting his breathing slightly, "I can still bear this price."
He took out something from his pocket and carefully spread out his palm. Light saw clearly that it was a small piece of meat, containing extremely rich Yang Release Chakra, and looked bloody.
Looking at the piece of meat in his hand, Madara moved the corner of his mouth and squeezed out a miserable and victorious smile, "The peace of this world will eventually be created by me!"
As in the original timeline, he didn't really die. Before the war with Hashirama, he secretly left a trick.
He preset "Izanagi" in his Sharingan.
This is one of the ultimate eye techniques of the Uchiha Clan, which can transform events that are unfavorable to oneself within a period of time into Genjutsu, only choosing to turn things that are beneficial to oneself into reality.
This is the real "fate-rewriting technique", which can change even the reality of death, and is a terrifying eye technique that can make oneself invincible.
The price is... after activation, one of the user's Sharingan will inevitably be blinded.
Madara used "Izanagi" to fake his death, surviving at the cost of losing one eye. When he woke up leisurely, he found himself in a secret room in the Hidden Leaf Village. As expected, the Hidden Leaf Village guys didn't obediently bury him.
He sat up and spat out a piece of meat from his mouth, which he had bitten off when Hashirama was unprepared, and it was also the ultimate goal of his trip.
He gasped for breath, slowly regaining his composure, while the unwillingness in his heart surged like a tide.
"I didn't expect to be defeated by Hashirama after all..."
He quickly cheered up, escaped from the secret room of the Hidden Leaf Village, and quickly returned to the base according to the pre-set retreat route.
"Lord Madara, where's Shin'yu?"
Light deftly bypassed Madara and looked behind him, not seeing anyone. She then lay on the stone gate, poking her head out like a meerkat, her beautiful eyes narrowed into a slit, sparkling brightly.
"He didn't come back with me." Madara glanced at her and walked towards the base step by step, "Don't worry, that guy won't be easily killed."
"Ah, okay." Light's heart skipped a beat and she quickly closed the stone door, "Lord Madara said he's fine, so he must be fine."
Faced with Light's worries, Madara appeared very calm. He had great confidence in Shin'yu.
From Madara's point of view, Shin'yu's eye technique also possessed space-time abilities, enough to compete with Tobirama's Flying Thunder God Technique. As long as he didn't act recklessly, it wouldn't be difficult to escape.
Moreover, after leaving the Hidden Leaf Village, he specifically investigated the Nine-Tails' aura and noticed that the summoning contract had not been *terminated*, which indicated that Shin'yu had completed the mission.
Madara turned his head and looked at Light with his one eye, "Go and prepare, we will start transplanting Hashirama cells immediately."
...
Land of Iron.
The azure sea surged with waves, fish darted beneath the surface, and colorful seaweed bloomed in competition, with faint patches of light cast down, moving with the waves.
Suddenly, a fleeting shadow flashed past, instantly tearing through the surface of the sea.
It was difficult to make out what it was, like a high-speed torpedo, countless bubbles coalescing into a straight trajectory, splitting apart fish and seaweed like a sharp sword, before gradually dissipating.
A few breaths later, a huge roar arrived, smashing all the coral like a bomb.
Shin'yu swam freely in the sea, at this moment, he did not suppress his power at all, but used his newly acquired abilities to completely immerse himself in the thrill of high-speed navigation.
After the secondary optimization by Mahoraga, his current swimming style had become extraordinary, and water control had become an instinct.
When moving, he would subconsciously control the density of water molecules around his body, placing himself in a thin molecular bubble, using compressed water flow to propel himself forward in the ocean, compressing the water behind him, and "softening" the water in front of him. The role of his muscles was limited to adjusting his course, and he would not be exhausted by high-speed movement at all.
It was no exaggeration to say that his current swimming speed far exceeded that of all marine life. Shin'yu roughly estimated that his fastest speed had reached about 60 times the speed of sound!
Sea King... not bad either. Such thoughts popped into his head.
He stretched out his hands, and his whole body shifted horizontally like a ghost, turning into a backstroke in a flash, the dark reef almost brushing past the tip of his nose.
"Hahahahaha! I'm done being human!" Shin'yu shouted excitedly, gesticulating wildly, but accidentally swallowed seawater, choking out countless bubbles.
At high speed, he approached the land in less than 5 minutes.
But for some reason, someone wandered aimlessly in the sea for a few more hours...
Sleeping in the trench...
Exchanging breaths with dolphins...
Dancing on the back of a blue whale...
Throwing orcas into the sky...
Pushing sea turtles to race...
After playing for a long time, he swam to the land with lingering interest.
"Thump!"
He leaped out of the water like a cannonball, freely rotating 720 degrees in the high air, doing a backflip for two and a half weeks, landing on the ground in an extremely standard and perfect posture, knees slightly bent, hands raised straight, eyes slightly closed, with a proud smile on his face.
"Please score the judges!" he shouted ecstatically, still immersed in his own world, like a madman.
With a clang, on the shore, an old man who was catching the sea dropped his iron shovel, which fell to his feet. He looked embarrassed and quickly bent down to pick it up.
Shin'yu opened his eyes, his old face turning red.
He really didn't expect that it was dawn now, and someone would get up so early to catch the sea.
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