Chapter 462: Talk-no-Jutsu · Madara
Watching Kyusuke walk toward him while holding a half-peeled iron rod yam, Obito felt no fear at all. If anything, he wanted to laugh.
These ants were far too kind. Kind to the point of weakness.
They did not even dare use a giant durian for revenge. Instead, they only dared use this tiny iron rod yam.
How pathetic.
The iron rod yam was only slightly bigger than a small acorn. If he had to compare it, it was not even as big as the banana from before.
And they thought something like this could make him feel pain?
Impossible.
That was what Obito thought internally, but on the surface, he still put on a frightened expression.
At that moment, he suddenly realized something. To stop these people from continuously escalating things, he had better provide them with some emotional satisfaction. If they felt fulfilled by their revenge, maybe they would let him go.
"In truth, my goal is the same as yours. I also seek peace for the ninja world. Our ideals are simply different. Now that I'm being punished by you all, it's only what I deserve. Come on, don't pity me just because I'm disabled!"
While Obito was rambling nonsense, Kyusuke had already gripped the iron rod yam like a dagger and thrust it straight at him.
Meanwhile, Kusuke rummaged through the supply bag donated by the enthusiastic villagers, checking to see if there were any other useful tools.
"Huh? What's this?"
He pulled out a strange object wrapped in plastic film, still unopened.
"That's a camera. It records what you see. The switch is over there."
Uchiha Madara kindly explained.
Neither Uchiha Madara nor the original members of the Akatsuki had ever seen something like a camera before.
However, Madara had been resurrected early through the Impure World Reincarnation. During that time, he had gone on countless shopping trips with Granny Chiyo, so he had become familiar with all these modern-era items.
Still, after explaining it to the original Akatsuki members, Madara felt a chill run down his spine.
That naturally evil Tobirama... he was not even trying to hide it anymore!
He had sent so many fruits and vegetables, yet every single one had a suspicious shape. There was not even one normal leafy vegetable.
Even the meat supplies contained no actual meat. It was just an eel.
And now there was even a camera prepared in advance.
Even if the living standards in Amegakure had improved after the reforms, there was no way villagers were casually gifting expensive things like this to random passersby.
Still, fortunately...
Fortunately, this time the target was not him. Instead, all of this was helping him.
That evil Tobirama had failed to trick someone else and ended up losing out himself.
A smile appeared on Uchiha Madara's face as he looked at Obito across from him.
Under Madara's guidance, Kusuke figured out how to use the camera and started recording.
As for Obito, his situation was utterly miserable.
Back when he had targeted Uchiha Madara, he switched from pain to pleasure after discovering pain was ineffective.
Now karma had come back around.
He thought he was safe as long as they did not use a durian. What he never expected was that the iron rod yam dealt not only physical damage, but also ninjutsu damage!
Maybe not even ninjutsu damage.
Maybe sage technique damage!
Iron rod yam had a special property. After half the skin was peeled off, it secreted a sticky plant mucus. Anyone who touched the mucus would experience unbearable itching.
This led to a bizarre phenomenon whenever people ate yam.
The more you scratched, the more you wanted to eat. The more you ate, the itchier it became.
A few minutes later…
"Uh…"
The original Akatsuki members just stood there and watched.
They had wanted revenge, but now...
It had become fully automated.
They did not need to do anything at all. Even the camera no longer required anyone to touch it after pressing the record button.
For a moment, they felt strangely empty inside.
"So this is the emptiness people feel after revenge?"
"This feels really weird."
"No wonder Megue chose to give up on revenge. So this is what it feels like afterward."
Several of them wore confused expressions.
"No. Your revenge is not over. The reason you feel empty is because you have not truly completed your revenge."
Uchiha Madara's seductive voice sounded from nearby.
Everyone turned toward him.
"This..." Madara pointed at the recording camera, "...is your true weapon of revenge."
"You should make tens of thousands of copies of what's recorded in there and let the whole world enjoy it..."
"Uchiha Madara!"
Although Obito was immersed in the yam-induced torment, his ears still worked. The moment he heard Madara's utterly vicious suggestion, he could not hold back anymore.
"Don't listen to Madara! Madara also wants to achieve the Infinite Tsukuyomi... no, wait, I should say the Infinite Tsukuyomi was originally the mission Madara gave me!"
"He's pretending to help you now, but in reality, he wants the Hashirama cells implanted in my body so he can restore his power, escape this weak shell of his, and revive himself!"
"You absolutely must not become Madara's accomplices and help him commit evil! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH—"
By the end, Obito was practically screaming in grief.
Anyone who heard him would feel sorrow. Anyone who listened would shed tears.
"You absolutely must not believe his lies. If I truly had ambitions like that, then I would be the one imprisoned here, not him."
"I can move around freely. That proves I'm innocent and trusted."
Faced with Obito's "slander", Madara remained calm.
"But honestly, compared to a poop fetish, isn't an old-man fetish even worse? The second one affects other people, while the first can be privately enjoyed alone."
Daibutsu voiced his doubts.
Uchiha Madara's expression froze.
He had not wanted to think deeply about such filthy matters, but now, in order to successfully manipulate these people, he had no choice but to carefully consider it.
"Privately enjoyed alone? Heh. Did Obito enjoy it privately? Didn't your intelligence reports make it perfectly clear? Not only did he not enjoy it alone, he repeatedly attacked Konoha with poop!"
Uchiha Madara immediately argued back.
"But attacking Konoha is a good thing."
"..."
The confident look on Uchiha Madara's face instantly stiffened.
He had almost forgotten that these former Amegakure shinobi hated Konoha.
"Your thinking is too narrow-minded. You're only looking at the immediate issue."
"You should understand this too. I, Uchiha Madara, also have a grudge against Konoha. We're on the same side."
"Did Obito attack Konoha with poop because he hated Konoha? No! He was chasing the thrill of the process itself! Which means tomorrow he might attack Amegakure too!"
"And don't forget where Obito gathered all that poop from."
"It came from your Amegakure!"
"Your village already has too little land and too many people. There's barely enough farmland as it is."
"You rely on that fertilizer to keep things running."
"But what happened?"
"He stole all your poop! What happens to Amegakure's farmland now? What happens to the farmers?"
"If you don't punish Obito, then how can you face the villagers who gifted you all these fruits and vegetables?!"
Uchiha Madara felt like that speech had consumed all the energy of his entire life.
If he had possessed this level of skill back then, the First Hokage definitely would have been him instead.
(End of this chapter)