Just as Black Zetsu's body was about to completely disappear into the crack, Makoto suddenly thought of something else.
"By the way, the Rinne Rebirth Technique... are we letting Nagato use it?"
Black Zetsu, with only his head still visible, paused at these words, turned to look at him, and asked back:
"What's wrong?"
After all, the reason Madara had given his eyes to Nagato before dying was precisely so that after this kid died, he could use the Rinne Rebirth Technique to resurrect him.
That was the most crucial part of Madara's plan.
Makoto thought for a moment and said:
"Let's let Obito do it."
Black Zetsu asked puzzledly, "Why?"
Although Obito, given his talent, could probably also use the Rinne Rebirth Technique if he transplanted the Rinnegan, the effect would certainly not be as good as Nagato's, who had been transplanted since childhood.
After all, in the original work, Nagato had revived an entire Ninja Village with one resurrection.
Whereas Obito's resurrection only brought back the Dancing King of Konoha.
Makoto said calmly: "No special reason. I just think Obito is more of a beast than Nagato, so I think it's more fitting to let Obito die."
Black Zetsu: "..."
For a moment, Black Zetsu suddenly felt a bit sorry for Obito.
First Madara, and now Makoto pops up. One old schemer after another wanted to screw him over.
But ultimately, Black Zetsu agreed with Makoto's proposal and also decided to use Obito as the sacrificial lamb.
Of course, they couldn't tell Obito about this, and they would need to figure out a way to release Obito.
Most importantly, they must not let Obito realize that Makoto had deliberately let him go.
This problem was not difficult for the thousand-year-old schemer Black Zetsu.
After thinking for a moment, Black Zetsu came up with an idea. He could arrange for the Akatsuki to invade Konoha, capture the Nine-Tails and One-Tail, and use that chaos as an opportunity to rescue Obito.
This method wouldn't arouse Obito's suspicion.
"No need."
However, Makoto rejected this approach. "I have a better method."
Seeing Makoto say this, Black Zetsu didn't say anything more.
He didn't want to stay too long with someone who wanted to be his father.
Black Zetsu's body quickly burrowed into the crack in the floor and vanished without a trace.
Makoto turned and walked towards the exit of the hall.
The setting sun cast its afterglow on the streets of Konoha Village. Shops were lighting up one after another, and the aroma of dinner from various homes wafted through the air.
Having experienced continuous battles, the restoration work in Konoha was progressing rapidly.
Collapsed buildings were being cleared, new houses were being built, and the villagers' emotions were gradually stabilizing.
Except for a few more jokes about the [Uchiha Obito Simp Theory] in the izakaya, everything was returning to normal.
Makoto walked slowly along the street, calculating his next plan in his mind.
Two years was neither too long nor too short.
Long enough for his women to grow stronger.
And long enough for the Great Ninja Villages, especially the great nations that had yet to state their position, to make their final decisions.
Just as he was thinking, an unexpected figure appeared on the street ahead—
Uchiha Sasuke.
Sasuke had also been locked up for some time.
Makoto had originally planned to release him in a few days anyway, since his crimes were neither too major nor too minor.
Being locked up for a few weeks was probably enough.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he was about to be released, his brother came knocking on Konoha's door and got locked up himself.
That's the irony of fate, he supposed.
Sasuke saw Makoto approaching. His lips moved as if hesitating about what to say.
Makoto spoke first.
"Looking for me?"
Sasuke took a deep breath, looked up, and met Makoto's eyes directly.
"You... ah no, Your Highness, how do you plan to deal with Uchiha Itachi?"
Hearing this, Makoto couldn't help but laugh.
He tilted his head and looked at Sasuke, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"You're not here to plead for him, are you?"
Sasuke didn't speak.
He lowered his head and remained silent.
Occasionally, villagers passed by on the street. Seeing these two standing together, they wisely took a detour.
A moody King of the Ninja World, and the last survivor of the Uchiha madmen.
Better not get involved with such people.
In the end, Sasuke faced his own heart.
"He is, after all, my only remaining relative."
When Sasuke said these words, his expression was very complex.
There was unwillingness, anger, sorrow, and a trace of softness he himself was unwilling to admit.
Kuroko, Midorima, Kise, and others from the basketball club, who happened to be passing by, overheard this.
They had originally come out to pick out an urn for Aomine, but ended up witnessing this scene as they walked.
Kise was the first to lose it.
His face, usually adorned with a sunny smile, was now filled with anger.
"He killed Aomine-kun!!"
Kise's voice was loud, causing surrounding villagers to turn their heads.
Aomine was dead.
He died at the hands of Itachi.
And this guy, Sasuke, Itachi's younger brother, was actually trying to plead for his brother's leniency?
However, the more level-headed Akashi and Midorima quickly stopped Kise.
Akashi reached out and placed a hand on Kise's shoulder, shaking his head.
Although they were also dissatisfied with Sasuke's actions, they knew that minor characters like themselves had no right to participate in discussions of such important matters.
Kuroko stood still, not speaking.
His expression was unnaturally calm, but his hands were trembling unconsciously.
Finally, Kuroko closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He glanced at Makoto, then at Sasuke. Saying nothing, he turned and walked away.
The others watched Kuroko's back, opened their mouths as if to say something, but ultimately just sighed and followed.
Makoto paid no attention to the commotion from the basketball club.
His smile remained unchanged as he looked at Sasuke and asked:
"Didn't you want to go to the world of the Infinite Tsukuyomi?"
"So, what happens to people in the real world doesn't matter, right?"
"After all, in the illusionary world, they are all still alive."
There was a hint of subtle sarcasm in his words, but it felt more like a test of something.
Hearing this, Sasuke looked bewildered.
"Wanting to go to the illusionary world is my own business. What does it have to do with people in reality?"
Hearing this, a hint of appreciation appeared in Makoto's eyes as he looked at Sasuke.
Although what Sasuke did to Lee before was very infuriating, it must be said that his mindset was the closest to normal among those Uchiha lunatics.
At least he wasn't like Obito… thinking that since everyone could be reunited in the illusionary world, it was okay to go on a killing spree in the real world.
Even Makoto, a pervert himself, found that logic perverse.
"Don't worry."
Makoto looked away and said calmly:
"I won't be the one to take care of him. The most suitable person will come to judge him."
With that, Makoto walked past Sasuke.
Sasuke was full of question marks. He turned his head to look at Makoto's retreating back. "What do you mean?"
Makoto waved his hand behind him without turning around.
"Just go home and wait."
As his voice drifted over, Makoto gradually walked away.
Sasuke stood there, watching the receding figure, gritting his teeth.
He certainly knew he couldn't sway Makoto's decision.
And he knew his own actions were laughable.
But even so, he couldn't help but want to plead for leniency for Itachi.
Ultimately, Sasuke could only accept this reality and return home to wait silently.