Afterward, Isamu reverted to his original appearance.
He couldn't help but admire the versatility of White Zetsu's replication ability—it could not only copy someone's appearance, but also perfectly mimic their Chakra and Ninjutsu. While it couldn't replicate the Rinnegan, even a standard three-tomoe Sharingan could be imitated.
It was an incredible skill.
During the Fourth Great Ninja War, the White Zetsu army had relied on this very ability to stall the entire Allied Shinobi Forces. If not for Naruto Uzumaki using Nine-Tails Mode, the outcome might have been very different.
After transforming back, the White Zetsu led Isamu around the base. Soon, they arrived at a small stone room.
"This is where Lord Madara stores his weapons and Ninjutsu scrolls."
Isamu glanced at the weapons lining the walls, then casually flipped through a few scrolls. He rolled his eyes.
"No wonder the Uchiha clan in Konoha didn't have anything worthwhile. So all the good stuff ended up here."
White Zetsu blinked in confusion.
"Huh? Didn't Lord Madara say he left you plenty of money and Ninjutsu when he left Konoha?"
Isamu snorted.
"Left my ass. I was just a kid back then. Everything got confiscated by that bastard Tobirama Senju. All I got was the basic Three Body Technique and enough to survive."
White Zetsu immediately got angry.
"That Tobirama is shameless! How could he take what Lord Madara left for you? That's despicable!"
Isamu shot it another look.
You've got some nerve saying that…
Madara had defected and attacked Konoha—of course his belongings were seized. If not for Hashirama Senju, Isamu probably wouldn't have survived at all.
And Madara didn't even take his own son with him.
If anyone should reflect, it's him.
"Enough," Isamu said flatly. "That's all in the past. Take me somewhere else."
The two left the room and continued through the underground corridors.
As they walked, Isamu looked around in surprise.
"I didn't expect this place to be this big. Did you hollow out the entire area? There's no way Madara built all this himself."
White Zetsu nodded.
"Yeah. When I was first created, this place was tiny. After more clones were made, we expanded it little by little."
That matched Isamu's expectations.
Madara wasn't the type to waste time on construction—his focus had always been on the Infinite Tsukuyomi.
Soon, they arrived before a massive stone gate carved with the face of Hashirama.
Isamu frowned.
"What's this place?"
"This is where all the White Zetsu clones are," White Zetsu said cheerfully. "Want to see our army?"
"Sure."
White Zetsu pressed a hidden switch.
The massive gate slowly opened—
And revealed a dense crowd of White Zetsu.
White Zetsu puffed up proudly.
"Well? Impressive, right?"
Isamu glanced over the crowd… then frowned.
Wait… this isn't right.
At most, there were about a thousand here.
But he clearly remembered that the White Zetsu army was supposed to number in the hundreds of thousands.
After thinking for a moment, realization hit him.
Right… those numbers only came later, after Obito gathered the Tailed Beasts. Right now, the Gedo Statue doesn't have enough Chakra to produce that many.
He smacked his forehead lightly.
I've been here too long… even my memory's slipping.
"Let's go," he said, turning away. "Nothing interesting here."
"Hey! What do you mean nothing interesting? This is over a thousand troops!" White Zetsu protested, quickly closing the gate and chasing after him.
Catching up, it asked:
"Why don't you care about an army this size?"
Isamu chuckled.
"If you'd faced the entire Allied Shinobi Forces, you wouldn't be impressed either."
White Zetsu froze.
…Right.
This was someone who had stood against the whole world.
Of course a thousand meant nothing.
"If his real body came here," White Zetsu muttered, "this army wouldn't even be a warm-up…"
They continued walking.
After a while, White Zetsu said:
"That's enough for the tour. Let's head back. Lord Madara should've prepared food for you."
"'They' prepared it?" Isamu raised an eyebrow.
Did he actually get someone to cook?
Still… that uneasy feeling in his chest hadn't gone away.
Something's off.
Before long, they returned to Madara's location.
As expected, Uchiha Madara remained seated, connected to the Gedo Statue.
Without it, he wouldn't survive long.
"Sit," Madara said calmly, gesturing to the stone seat in front of him.
Isamu sat down.
In front of him was a table filled with surprisingly decent-looking food.
That only made him more suspicious.
…No way he's this thoughtful.
The unease intensified.
Did he poison it?
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
Typical Madara… even his own son isn't safe.
His expression darkened.
"Fine," Isamu said coldly.
He pointed at the food.
"You eat first."
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