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"He's not dead!"
This was the first thought that flashed through Kenshi's mind as he regained consciousness and opened his eyes. Then, he shifted his attention to his surroundings.
What he saw was a white swirling flesh face taking up most of his field of vision, along with a pair of eyes that shone with a strong desire for knowledge even in the dim environment.
Zetsu approached Kenshi's face, his curious eyes wide. "Do you feel the will?"
As he spoke, Zetsu reached out his hand towards a certain indescribable part of Kenshi's body, causing Kenshi to quickly activate his mind and instantly cover himself with the Black Iron Armor, concealing his naked flesh.
Thump, thump!
Seeing Kenshi suddenly condense the Black Iron Armor, Zetsu and White Zetsu instinctively jumped back, thinking that Kenshi was about to attack them.
The power of the black iron chains was such that even they would have to kneel if they were trapped.
Kenshi naturally wouldn't attack the White Zetsu. He got up from the bed and sat on the edge, looking around.
This was a secret chamber. There was no light source, but he could see everything inside.
Kenshi ignored the surprised looks of the White Zetsu and Zetsu. He also wasn't interested in the white-haired old man sitting on the stone throne. He stood up, stretched, felt the surging chakra and vitality in his body, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
"It's good to be alive."
Kenshi sighed with relief. As long as he was alive, he could continue his revenge plan against the Third Hokage.
"What a fast adaptation speed!"
The speed at which Kenshi adapted to the assimilated White Zetsu cells shocked White Zetsu. Logically, after lying down for a year, and with his body cells being assimilated by the White Zetsu cells, his control over his body should have been in a chaotic stage, requiring time to adapt.
It was like having two consciousnesses controlling one body, requiring time to integrate.
But Kenshi didn't. His consciousness was in absolute control. The integration of the Outer Path's Demonic Statue's chakra didn't cause Kenshi's chakra to become unstable.
This only indicated one thing: this brat Kenshi's consciousness was very strong, or rather, very special.
No matter which it was, Kenshi was special.
A sense of unease and pain arose in White Zetsu's heart, but at this moment, he couldn't find the reason why Kenshi could escape the control of the Outer Path's Demonic Statue's chakra.
And... wasn't this guy too calm?
It was as if he was very familiar with them.
"Hey, brat, aren't you being a little too arrogant?" Zetsu was unhappy that Kenshi ignored him, or rather, unhappy that Kenshi didn't answer his question about the will. He directly questioned him.
Kenshi smiled and looked at Uchiha Madara, who had been calmly watching him from a distance. He quickly stopped smiling.
Kenshi frowned. A trace of someone else's chakra fluctuations appeared in his chakra, just like how Sarutobi Tenjū's chakra had the Third Hokage's chakra fluctuations.
Kenshi's chakra now also had someone else's chakra fluctuations.
And this trace of chakra fluctuations wasn't anyone else, but the white-haired old man on the throne, Uchiha Madara.
Why was he sure that the white-haired old man was Uchiha Madara?
In this era, besides Uchiha Madara, who else was with the White Zetsu?
But what was going on now?
He had escaped death, and there must be a blessing. This blessing was rewarding him with a "father."
Kenshi thought to himself, but he didn't slow down. He wanted to clear out the chakra fluctuations of Uchiha Madara in his chakra.
But it was useless. Uchiha Madara's chakra fluctuations were emanating from his own chakra. They weren't invading chakra. It was like the carbon in carbon steel, already integrated with the carbon steel. It was impossible to separate the carbon from it, at least not for Kenshi now.
"Grass... I'm not clean anymore!"
Kenshi cursed under his breath again. Then, he could only face reality.
Clearly, Uchiha Madara had saved him for a reason. He was now like Obito, a pawn.
"I didn't expect that I wouldn't be able to achieve true freedom after all this."
Kenshi shook his head and mocked himself. He wasn't afraid that Uchiha Madara would hear his words, not afraid that he had already figured out Madara's method of controlling him.
"Brat, you know who I am."
Madara's voice came. It seemed like a question, but it was actually a confirmation. The main reason was that Kenshi's reaction was too ordinary. He didn't show any surprise or shock at his current situation.
Actually, as early as when White Zetsu wrapped Kenshi's body and quickly dived underground, Kenshi knew it was White Zetsu.
After all, besides Konoha, who else in the entire ninja world possessed Wood Release cells? It was obvious. Kenshi had never forgotten that Uchiha Madara and White Zetsu were still alive.
Knowing who had saved him, Kenshi naturally wouldn't be too surprised when he woke up. He also didn't bother pretending not to know Uchiha Madara.
When Madara asked, Kenshi directly smiled and said, "In the entire ninja world, the only people who could silently take me away from the Five Kage are Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama. I don't know anyone else. And you're clearly not Senju Hashirama, even though these two white guys have Wood Release cells."
Seeing Kenshi's words praising his strength, but his tone was so confident, knowing that he was Uchiha Madara and still having this attitude, Madara couldn't help but laugh.
"Hahaha!"
"It's been a long time since anyone dared to be so confident in front of me."
"For the sake of being able to make the Five Kage team up, I'll spare your life."
Kenshi shrugged his shoulders. He didn't refute. After all, his life was now truly in Uchiha Madara's hands.
"Tell me, what do you want me to do?" Kenshi asked.
Uchiha Madara wouldn't have kindly saved him. Kenshi knew that Madara must have something he wanted from him. He was curious. He wasn't a member of the Uchiha clan. What was Madara's purpose in saving him?
"What do you think of this ninja world?"
Madara's voice came. He suddenly wanted to hear what this boy, who had experienced pain and had been ambushed by the Five Kage in an unprecedented way, thought of the current ninja world.
What could Kenshi think?
As early as when Minato had reported... no, exposed his identity, his Hokage dream had already gone to hell.
Besides, he had said that he wanted to be Hokage just to fit the character of Kimura Yō.
He never had the leisure time of other transmigrators. After coming to a world with supernatural abilities where might makes right, he still wanted to create a peaceful world where everyone was equal.
No need.
Kenshi genuinely felt that the current ninja world was pretty good. It didn't need to change.
Survival of the fittest, that was the fairest rule, bar none.
"I don't have any thoughts."
Kenshi smiled slightly and said, "Whoever kills me, I kill them. Whoever makes me suffer, I make them suffer. That's my simple ninja way."
Heh... Uchiha Madara understood the shallow meaning behind Kenshi's words, but he didn't care. He didn't think Kenshi would grow to the point where he could make him suffer one day.
This was a person who was dominated by hatred.
This was Uchiha Madara's conclusion after Kenshi's answer.
"Originally, you were useful to me, but now you're not." Uchiha Madara said softly, looking at Kenshi.
Kenshi's expression didn't change. The fact that he had woken up proved that he was still useful to Madara.
"But..." Uchiha Madara smiled. "Your strength has barely earned my recognition."
The Five Kage teaming up, no matter how you looked at it, was quite explosive.
Although the current Five Kage were nothing to Madara, they were still the Five Kage. They even included the Hokage of Konoha. Even though Hashirama was gone, the Hokage of Konoha was still different to Madara.
As the first ninja to face the Five Kage, Kenshi's strength had been recognized by Madara.
He couldn't be a spare for his Rinnegan, but he could be Uchiha Madara's thug. A man who could make the Five Kage team up wouldn't tarnish Uchiha Madara's reputation.
"I have a plan. It will take a long time to carry out. Some unexpected incidents may occur during this process, which I don't want to see."
Madara looked at Kenshi and said, "Your task is to deal with these unexpected incidents before they happen."
He didn't have much time left. He didn't know if he could find a proxy to execute the plan and ensure that it was completed on time.
If he couldn't find a suitable proxy in the end, this brat Kenshi's strength was barely enough.
He would keep him as a spare.
In the end, Kenshi couldn't avoid the fate of being a spare.
"No problem." Kenshi, unaware of his role as a spare, readily agreed. This task was just being a thug. As long as it didn't affect his revenge plan against the Third Hokage, it was fine.
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