Start From Parsing Wood Style

Chapter 17: This Damn War Intent

“Tick, tick!”

In the dark and damp cave, the drops of water dripping from the stalactites and merging into the stagnant water caused waves of ripples.

It is dark and silent here, after passing the water-stained cave, what is greeted is a dry, bright quiet room in the cave.

The sun shines in through the gap at the top, making the place more bright, and also making the surrounding water sparkling.

“Crunch!”

Suddenly, in the quiet cave, there was a slight sound, as if a tree branch had been twisted and broken. Soon, a milky white object appeared on the dry ground and transformed into a human form at an extremely fast speed.

“What information did you bring when you came back this time?”

There was a deep, old voice.

“Hey, I found a very interesting thing.”

The milky white object, completely transformed into a human form, is White Zetsu.

In front of his eyes, that is, in the dry room, a huge human-shaped tree suddenly emerged. This giant human-shaped behemoth has nine eyes, like a dead branch, and ten pillar-shaped protrusions behind it.

And in front of the tree-shaped human body, there is an old man sitting cross-legged, described as a withered old man, his back is filled with pipes, connected to the human-shaped tree body.

“Interesting things?”

The old man said lightly, there was no emotion between the words, but the voice shook the air, but it gave people a great sense of oppression.

“Madara, how long can you last like this? How long can the Gedo Statue last?”

White Zetsu asked suddenly, with a curious light in his eyes.

“what have you found?”

Madara did not answer, but continued to ask indifferently, with unquestionable words and a hint of impatience.

White Zetsu’s heart shuddered, and then smiled: “Did you know? That kid’s father is not dead!”

“I personally inserted Kuwu into his heart. He didn’t even die. Do you think it’s funny!”

“And, just now, he killed me.”

Madara looked up at White Zetsu, her face blank. “A clone.”

“Yes, a clone, but it’s also very interesting. Obviously, a few months ago, he was just a civilian without the power of a chicken.”

“But now, I already have the strength to kill my clone.”

“and!”

After a pause, a strange smile appeared on White Zetsu’s face.

“I found one more thing, you must be more interested.”

Madara still has no expression: “Oh?”

“He knows how to use Wood Style! Isn’t it fun? A guy who was so unremarkable before was actually used Wood Style after being killed by me!”

“This is so interesting! I wonder if it’s my kunai, what magical power it has!”

White Zetsu chattered and said with some excitement.

“The most surprising thing is that he actually called out my name. Does he have anything to do with you? After all, it is only your Master First Hokage cell. Did you secretly use him to do some experiments.”

As he spoke, his voice gradually became quieter because he found that the old man’s complexion in front of him had become extremely cold, and his eyes were staring at him grimly.

This oppressive force made his heart shrink and he dared not speak anymore.

“You said he would use Wood Style?”

Uchiha Madara asked in a condensed voice, a little more serious in her eyes.

In a daze, that face appeared before his eyes.

“Yes, he used Wood Style, and he can distinguish my disguise, this guy is not easy to deal with!”

White Zetsu said distressedly.

“Are you sure it’s Wood Style?”

Madara asked again.

“Of course, how could I be wrong about this kind of thing, that’s Wood Style!”

White Zetsu cried affirmatively.

“Called your name too?”

Madara said softly.

“Yes, I’m very strange, how could he know what my name is? After all, I was created by you, and only you know what my name is.”

White Zetsu was even more distressed.

“That’s really interesting!”

Uchiha Madara said lightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

“Can you monitor him?”

“I can’t promise to do this kind of thing. He seems to be an annoying guy who can recognize my ability as the Master.”

White Zetsu waved his hand.

“So, can you separate him from Nagato?”

Madara said lightly.

“This is very simple. You can’t let him influence your plan, right? I know it!”

White Zetsu said excitedly.

“Um.”

Madara nodded, then said again.

“Go ahead, do your thing!”

White Zetsu chuckled, lurking into the ground, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

Madara was the only one left in the empty cave.

“Has Wood Style appear again? This is really interesting!”

“Unfortunately, my body.”

Looking down at her old body, Madara had a touch of unwillingness in her eyes.

For Wood Style, for Senju, he seems to have a pathological persistence. Even with this old, broken body, when he heard those two words, the heart beats faster, and the blood flowed faster.

The blood was surging again, and a fighting spirit was born in his heart.

“What am I thinking?”

“Do you want to fight again?”

Madara murmured.

Although he said so, the light in his eyes was getting brighter and brighter.

“This damn fighting spirit!”

At the same time, Konoha was in the East Frontier camp.

“Snapped!”

The cup suddenly fell to the ground in the camp and shattered with a click.

“Tsunade, what’s wrong?”

Jiraiya turned his head in confusion, and put aside the things he had to deal with. Orochimaru is at the door, telling the ninja the next mission.

Tsunade turned his head and looked at Jiraiya, his expression instantly condensing the latter’s expression.

“what happened?”

I saw two lines of tears gushing out of the other’s face, and the whole person was shaking slightly, obviously on the verge of collapse.

Glancing at the information on the table, Jiraiya’s eyes changed slightly.

“Intelligence from the southern positions.”

Tsunade suddenly hugged Jiraiya, and immediately started crying.

“Broken, broken to death!”

“Nawaki, Nawaki strayed into the detonation talisman formation. There is no clue yet, only his broken clothes are on the scene.”

“Jiraiya, what should I do? What should I do?”

Listening to the words in the other party’s mouth, Jiraiya stiffened all over.

He opened his mouth and realized that he didn’t know what to say.

His lover died and his brother was missing, and there was a great chance that he would also be killed in this war. How can he comfort such a tragedy?

“The ninja died on the battlefield, it was his destiny.”

“What’s more, Nawaki’s body was not found. No one can be sure whether he really died.”

Orochimaru’s voice suddenly floated, looking indifferent.

Jiraiya was about to spray him, but Tsunade suddenly woke up.

“You are right, Nawaki may still be alive!”

“He must be alive!”

And the other side.

“Please, just accept me as a disciple!”

Kneeling on the ground, like a caterpillar, where Ise went, Nawaki, who was moving wherever he went, was begging with a faceless expression.

“I have nothing to teach you.”

Ise avoided.

“Please, if you don’t teach me, I want to worship you as a teacher.”

Nawaki moved his legs and quickly approached Ise, persevering.