Chapter 982 The fact of letting go
"Damn it!"
Obito's face was twisted, and anger seemed to overwhelm his reason.
He suddenly figured out why Xia Mu could find his location so many times.
Why actions are often predicted.
Because Minato can sense the location of the Flying Thunder God's mark on him at any time.
No, Minato can kill me at any time!
Obito's eyes became a little crazy, and he clasped the place where the Rasengan was hit with his backhand.
The wooden escape in his hand spun and split, and then he dug it in with his fingers and pulled hard.
Blood splattered on Obito's back, and a piece of flesh was torn off along with the skin.
The movement felt like tearing a rabbit apart.
Xia Mudu's eyes twitched.
Not so! ? Is Obito so mentally unstable?
Madara next to him also frowned slightly. Is Obito's mental state not right?
"Ah...ah...ah...!"
Obito roared, the severe pain making his body tremble.
He took a few breaths and hissed: "In this way, you will never be able to find me again."
Minato had a complicated look on his face and just looked at Obito deeply.
Obito, it's a pity that you don't know that you are just Madara's pawn.
Here, Natsuki and Madara both looked at Obito with very strange eyes and were silent for a while.
After Obito was over the pain, the wound on his back began to slowly recover.
Obito met Natsuki's gaze, still feeling a little uneasy.
Countless images flashed through my mind.
All of them were scenes of him dying in front of Xia Mu again and again.
No, it's too dangerous here. I can't die before the Ten-Tails is resurrected!
Let Madara continue to control the Ten-Tails, I will wait for the Ten-Tails to be resurrected!
After making up his mind, Obito got directly into the Kamui space and disappeared here.
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Natsuki laughed dumbly, but she didn't expect that during this period of time, Obito would choose to hide in the Kamui space.
"Hmph, it's just a round fan, but it takes so much effort."
Madara crossed his arms and scoffed.
Of course, he also meant to laugh at Obito. He had been marked with the Flying Thunder God's mark for so many years, but he didn't even know it.
Hearing this, Natsuki also laughed and ignored Obito who was hiding.
"Since you don't care about this round fan, why did you steal it?"
"Are the stolen items more comfortable to use? Madara."
Madara crossed his arms and snorted coldly: "I have always been using the fan, so what's the problem if I take it away."
"Roar……"
The one on the Ten-Tails side let out a long roar.
Natsuki knew that Madara and Obito were ready to wait for the heretic demon to be completely resurrected into the Ten-Tails, but he was also waiting.
So I don’t mind chatting with Madara.
Xia Mu shook her finger:
"Uchiha has always belonged to the Uchiha clan. When you leave Konoha, you no longer belong to the Uchiha clan."
"You should leave the fan behind."
Regarding this matter, Madara has some knots in his heart.
"Hmph, I was dedicated to my family, but these people betrayed me. So what if I took away the fan."
Natsuki stared at Madara seriously and found that Madara did think so.
He couldn't help but frown: "You are indeed arrogant."
"What does it mean for your tribe to betray you?"
"Back then, the Uchiha clan could not defeat the Senju clan, but you had to lead your clan to death."
"It is the misfortune of the Uchiha clan to have a clan leader like you who doesn't care about the lives of his clan members."
Madara does have a high level of force, but he has basically made no achievements in the control of the Uchiha clan.
It's just that they happened to be born in that war-torn era. Big fists are the truth, and Madara happens to be the most suitable.
After the peaceful era, Madara's lack of political acumen became apparent, and he was plotted by Tobirama.
They have been fighting for so many years, and Tobirama is such a cautious person.
They are so close.
How could Tobirama, who had such a strong sense of perception, not know that Madara was eavesdropping outside.
A few small tricks made Madara's heart ache.
It can be seen from this that Madara's political level is on the low side.
So there is no problem for Natsuki to spray spots like this.
When Madara was in the clan, no one dared to talk to him like this.
It was also the first time that he was confronted by someone, and there was a little anger in his eyes:
"At that time, I was the only one who could be Hashirama's opponent. Besides me being the clan leader, who else could be the leader?"
Natsuki laughed: "When you are the leader of the clan, you will do nothing but fight with Hashirama every day."
"You are happy, but the Uchiha people suffer heavy losses every time."
"The Uchiha clan has begun to flee to the Senju clan. You are still beating Hashirama every day before you wake up."
"Since you are so indispensable to Hashirama, you might as well step down as the Uchiha leader as soon as possible."
"At that time you could fight Hashirama however you wanted, it was none of the other clan's business."
There was obvious anger in Madara's words:
"If I don't stop Hashirama, the losses for the clan will be even more serious."
Xia Mu immediately performed a performance of his yin and yang:
"No, no, you don't really think you're blocking Hashirama, do you?"
"You were beaten like a dog by Hashirama every time. If Hashirama didn't have a special relationship with you, he wouldn't be willing to kill you."
"You have died dozens of times."
"You can lie to others, but don't lie to yourself."
"Every time Hashirama fights you, he's always letting off steam. Don't you know that?"
Natsuki looked at Hashirama next to him:
"You too, Hashirama, insist on treating those battles as games."
"If you had beaten Madara to a disability earlier, there wouldn't have been so much trouble now."
Hashirama looked somewhat embarrassed.
Although he did show mercy, Madara was just a hair away from him.
It's not as exaggerated as treating combat as a game.
But at this time, it's hard for Hashirama to say anything. It's a fact that he let it slip.
It's just a slight difference. If he didn't let go, Madara wouldn't be able to escape unscathed every time.
But Tobirama next to him felt that what Natsuki said made sense.
Obviously the eldest brother has the ability to win, but every time he has to leave with Madara's hands and feet.
"You guy!"
It's okay to scold Madara, but every time Hashirama fights him, it's only because Hashirama let him off that he can get away unscathed.
He couldn't bear this.
But Madara and Hashirama fought dozens of times, and it was a fact that Madara was able to escape unscathed every time.
This kind of thing cannot withstand doubt, once the seeds of doubt are planted.
What Madara had built in his heart before would be shattered in an instant.
And Hashirama himself was here. According to Madara's character, of course he asked questions directly to Hashirama.
His eyes narrowed slightly and his voice was as cold as ice:
"Hashirama!! Is every time we fight to the death a game for you!?"
Hashirama instantly felt a headache. What on earth was Natsuki trying to do? Was he going to step on Madara's face or something?
"Speak!" Madara shouted coldly.
Hashirama came out and tried to lighten the atmosphere: "How is that possible? Every time I fight with you, I try my best!"
Xia Mu leisurely touched up the knife beside him:
"Madara, as someone who has fought on the battlefield for so many years, have you ever seen anyone who lost dozens of times and still managed to escape with good hands and feet?"
Tobirama smiled secretly after hearing this, what Natsuki said was so beautiful!
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