"Naruto: Ice God"Chapter 113: Secret Conversation
"So boring..."
Sitting by the door watching Akatsuki's ninja constantly moving about, Obito pouted as he complained to Kakashi.
"How much longer are Feng Bai and the others going to discuss? Is it really okay to leave that guy alone in there?"
"Hey, Kakashi, why are you just standing there watching?"
"Rin, you say something to him too!"
"Kaka—ow!"
Unable to stand Obito's complaints any longer, Kakashi clenched his fist and delivered a solid blow to Obito's head, bringing tears to his eyes.
"You bastard, hitting my head again!"
Uchiha Obito, stung by the punch, jumped to his feet. Not caring that they were on Akatsuki's territory, he prepared to charge at Kakashi for a fight.
Yūjirō, who'd been monitoring them from the side, showed a helpless expression.
Sure enough, they were just kids—even on the battlefield, they couldn't stop fooling around.
"Damn it, you're really good at dodging!"
Secretly glancing at Yūjirō, who stood nearby without moving, Obito felt pleased and continued his chase with Kakashi.
Just when Kakashi had hit his head, Obito caught the eye signal Kakashi gave him and immediately understood his partner was using this opportunity to scout Akatsuki's defenses.
As the two played around, moving back and forth, Kakashi had already mapped out the surrounding guard strength.
"Hey, Obito."
The door opened, and Feng Bai's voice reached Obito's ears.
Hearing Feng Bai call him, Obito immediately stopped and hurried over in three quick steps. Before he could speak, Feng Bai grabbed his collar and dragged him into the small room.
"Wh-wh-what's happening?"
Being forcibly dragged inside, Obito thought something had gone wrong with the negotiations and quickly reached for his ninja pouch, only to have Feng Bai grab his arm and stop him.
"Let me introduce you—this is your junior martial brother, Jiraiya's new disciple, Uchiha Obito."
Smiling as he introduced Obito's identity to Yahiko and the others, the three politely stepped forward to shake hands with him.
Looking at everyone present with a dazed expression, Obito couldn't figure out what Feng Bai was up to.
"The next conversation requires your power, Obito. Send us into the Kamui dimension."
Feng Bai grew serious as he spoke to Obito.
He wanted to explain the origins of the Rinnegan to Yahiko and the others, but that Madara fellow would certainly have White Zetsu monitoring Nagato, so the conversation had to take place in an extremely secretive location.
Against White Zetsu, who could move freely through the earth, only the Kamui dimension would allow them to converse safely.
The purpose of revealing the truth was naturally to prevent Nagato from being easily deceived by Madara's agents.
"Alright, everyone come over and put your hands on Obito's shoulder."
Without waiting for Obito's agreement, Feng Bai had already arranged everything.
"Wait..."
Obito was somewhat confused—how did Feng Bai seem to understand the Mangekyō Sharingan's abilities better than he did?
But out of trust in Feng Bai, he ultimately didn't voice his doubts.
"Yahiko..."
Hearing that several people were about to enter some alternate dimension, Konan looked worriedly toward Yahiko.
Though the earlier conversation suggested the young man harbored no ill intent, she couldn't guarantee his previous friendliness wasn't all preparation for this moment.
But Yahiko's face still wore that confident smile. He waved at Konan to indicate she needn't worry, then stepped forward and placed his hand on Obito's shoulder.
Seeing Yahiko so relaxed, Nagato and Konan said nothing more. Trusting Yahiko, they too placed their hands on Obito's shoulder in turn.
"Good, let's go."
Seeing the three place their hands together, Feng Bai chose Obito's free shoulder. At his command, a dizzying sensation of spatial distortion struck them.
With a flash of darkness, the group successfully entered the Kamui dimension.
"This place is..."
Looking at the vast space before them, Nagato extended his hand to shield Yahiko and Konan behind him, carefully observing everything around them.
"This is my teammate's ability. I won't explain much about that—the reason I brought you here is to tell you a secret. Of course, you can choose to believe it or not, but I hope that if one day a mysterious man claiming to be Uchiha Madara finds you and asks you to accept his will and capture the Tailed Beasts, you'll remember what I tell you today."
Feng Bai spoke at length, hoping to increase the credibility of his words.
The group exchanged glances. Seeing Feng Bai so serious, they decided to first hear what he had to say before making any decisions.
...
Madara's secret base.
At this moment, Uchiha Madara had fallen into slumber. The masked man was nowhere to be found. Looking across the vast underground space, the only living things besides the gravely injured Uchiha Yowan were two strangely-shaped White Zetsu.
If White Zetsu could be considered living things.
Looking at the two White Zetsu before him who openly admitted they were monitoring him, Uchiha Yowan felt utterly miserable.
After all, waking up every morning to see a spiral-shaped creature who constantly discussed excrement and another monster with massive spikes protruding from its crotch—such things really couldn't put anyone in a good mood.
And that so-called Uchiha Madara, after finishing his speech, had fallen asleep and blocked the exit with stones. His own body seemed to have been infused with strange substances, with some wounds emanating an eerie white glow.
He had to find a way to escape.
He felt no attachment to Uchiha Madara—this so-called ancestor was no longer a Konoha ninja. Even someone as young as Yowan knew that associating with rogue ninja never ended well.
However...
Looking at his bandaged limbs, Yowan sighed and decided to temporarily follow what these two monsters suggested and focus on rehabilitation.
"By the way, wasn't that masked man one of your creations?"
Struggling to maintain his balance, Yowan attempted to extract some intelligence from them as usual.
"That guy? Can we talk about him?"
The spiked White Zetsu blinked at the spiral-shaped White Zetsu.
"Well, Madara-sama never said we couldn't mention him. He's like excrement—a dispensable existence."
The spiral-shaped White Zetsu raised his finger, continuing his excrement theory.
"Is that so? Well, anyway, that guy went to reminisce with an old friend. You'll probably see him again before long."
Hearing that the other might return soon, Yowan nervously clenched his fists.
That one was human, not a monster. Compared to these two bizarre creatures, a real person obviously wouldn't give him any chance to escape.
He had to accelerate his progress.
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