"Fifty thousand units?"
Ōnoki fell into deep thought once more.
He had already verified Obito's claim—
These strange beings could indeed mimic his appearance and abilities.
If such things were deployed in war…
The destruction they could cause by infiltrating enemy rear lines would be immeasurable.
Forget fifty thousand—
Even twenty thousand would be enough to send chills down his spine.
Though their replicated abilities were slightly inferior to the original…
They could be mass-produced.
And judging from "Uchiha Madara's" tone—
If they died, they died.
Just make more.
In other words—
Fifty thousand fearless, chakra-absorbing, shape-shifting elite spies.
"I have one condition."
Ōnoki raised three fingers.
"After the war, Iwagakure gets thirty thousand of them."
"Oh?"
Obito raised a brow beneath the mask.
So Ōnoki had his eye on them too.
What a pity.
Without additional Tailed Beast chakra, even with the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, he could only produce around sixty thousand White Zetsu at most.
Not to mention whether thirty thousand would even survive the war—
Even if they did…
There was no way he'd hand over such a strategic weapon.
"These creatures… only obey their creator."
Obito said coldly.
That much was true.
White Zetsu answered only to him.
"Is that so?"
Ōnoki's veteran instincts told him it wasn't that simple.
Could such perfect, obedient, fearless spies really exist?
Still—
He decisively signed his name.
Whether or not White Zetsu truly obeyed only its creator…
Iwagakure could not afford any further losses.
If he angered this masked man—
And those fifty thousand creatures were turned against his village—
That would be catastrophic.
So Ōnoki chose cooperation—for now.
First, identify their weaknesses.
Eliminate Uchiha Feng.
Then turn on this "Madara."
After all—
The masked man seemed to know everything about him.
But he knew almost nothing about the masked man.
…
The Raikage's signature, of course, was forged.
But with Ōnoki's signature secured—
Combined with the legend of "Uchiha Madara" and the display of White Zetsu—
Obito used the same method to secure the Raikage's alliance.
Thus—
The three factions were united.
"Black Zetsu… with this, taking down Uchiha Feng shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Obito looked at the agreement in satisfaction.
Raikage A, Ōnoki, and himself had all aligned.
War would soon be declared.
"Not yet, Obito. It's not enough."
Black Zetsu, ever the ancient schemer, immediately spotted the flaw.
"You lack a supreme commander."
"A commander?"
Obito narrowed his Sharingan.
"Aren't the three of us enough?"
"No."
Black Zetsu coughed lightly.
"This alliance needs a single leader."
He had witnessed countless wars alongside Uchiha Madara.
He knew exactly what would go wrong.
"Even with strong individual shinobi, without unified command…"
"This alliance will collapse quickly."
Obito frowned.
"If I demand that position now, those two won't agree."
"So…"
Black Zetsu's lips curled into a mysterious smile.
"It's time for Madara-sama… to return to the world."
Recently—
He had discovered something interesting.
While Amegakure expanded by absorbing smaller factions—
Black Zetsu had planted numerous spies within.
Now—
He had a clear grasp of the village's movements.
With Ning Feng focused on expansion—
Internal surveillance had loosened.
A perfect opportunity.
"The reason they've been digging up graves…"
"Is to experiment with a forbidden jutsu called Edo Tensei."
"It's an improved version—created by Orochimaru."
"Edo Tensei?"
Obito frowned.
"What kind of technique is that?"
"A jutsu that brings the dead back from the underworld."
Black Zetsu's voice grew excited.
"If we revive Madara-sama—"
"He can act as the supreme commander in the open."
"And you, Obito, stay in the shadows."
"When Uchiha Feng is weakened in battle against Madara…"
"Drag him into Kamui space."
"We'll force him to reveal the Tailed Beasts' locations!"
Black Zetsu gestured wildly, almost theatrically.
"Edo Tensei…"
Obito muttered.
"You've learned it?"
Black Zetsu grinned.
"You'll see."
…
Amegakure's growth was accelerating day by day.
Its development had already begun to surpass Kumogakure and Iwagakure.
Now, it had:
Support from KonohaAlignment with SunagakureIncreasing merchants from other nations
Even traders from the Land of Earth and Land of Lightning were arriving in droves.
Ning Feng was practically beaming.
"Lord Feng! The Sword of the Thunder God from the Land of Iron has been completed!"
A guard's voice snapped him out of meditation.
Recently, Ning Feng had been deeply immersed in experiments with Orochimaru—
Exploring the secrets of his body.
Though his raw strength hadn't increased drastically—
His control had improved significantly.
Which meant—
Even more funding poured into research.
Orochimaru, naturally, was delighted.
Meanwhile—
Kabuto had been sidelined.
Ning Feng only allowed Orochimaru access to his bodily data.
More people knowing meant more risk.
"The Sword of the Thunder God is ready?"
Ning Feng smiled.
Ever since the Kirigakure battle—
He had wanted a personal blade.
After returning, he spent a fortune gathering materials—
And even persuaded his teacher, Minato, to lend him the Second Hokage's treasured sword for reforging.
Now—
It was finally complete.
With a truly sharp weapon in hand—
His close-combat strength would rise to an entirely new level.
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