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Uchiha Madara continued to bury his head in the piles of documents, signing his name without even looking up, ignoring them completely.
The feeling of being ignored was infuriating. Among the three, the bald ninja, who had the shortest temper, erupted in anger. He opened his mouth wide and began cursing Uchiha Madara.
"Uchiha Madara! Who do you think you are? We haven't sought revenge for killing our Raikage, and now you're acting so presumptuous here!"
After signing his name on the documents, Madara shook his hand, which had become slightly sore from writing, and finally lifted his head to look at the three newcomers.
Clearly, there was no trace of concern in Uchiha Madara's gaze as he looked at the three of them—it was as if they were three piles of excrement. He stared silently, his eyes cold and unyielding.
The bald ninja was enraged by Uchiha Madara's demeanor and was about to attack. However, he suddenly remembered that this was the same person who had killed the Raikage, and reluctantly suppressed his anger.
Since the bald ninja's outburst was ineffective, the thin elder representing the elders stepped forward, his voice somber:
"Lord Uchiha Madara, you've just killed our Raikage, and now you dare to take over our village? Don't you fear that your actions will provoke discontent throughout the shinobi world?"
Madara snorted derisively but remained indifferent to the old man's words.
Hadn't he already become a public enemy of the shinobi world? What was there to fear about inciting further dissatisfaction? Didn't they say that lice don't bite when there are too many of them?
The thin elder received no response from Uchiha Madara and retreated with an even darker expression, plotting his next move against Madara.
Finally, it was the turn of the fat man representing the Daimyo. With a flush of excitement, he stepped forward, pulling out a fan from nowhere and waving it around cheerfully, appearing friendly:
"Lord Uchiha Madara, we're unaware... Have you developed an interest in Amegakure? On behalf of the Daimyo of the Land of Rain, I entrust you with complete authority. If you wish, this position of Raikage will henceforth belong to you!"
The fat man's words were pleasant to hear.
Of course, Uchiha Madara wasn't fooled by his flattering words. In reality, this man was nothing more than a lapdog for the Daimyo of the Land of Rain, placed there to keep him in check!
He chuckled coldly and remained silent, paying no attention to them at all. He continued working diligently in the document pile, signing the papers with great effort.
The three men exchanged puzzled glances. What on earth did Uchiha Madara mean?
While the three fools were clueless, far outside the Rikyaku Building, surrounding the five thousand ninjas, something extraordinary happened at the four corners—northeast, southeast, southwest, and northwest.
A long piece of wood sprang from the ground to the rooftop as if alive, transforming into Uchiha Madara's likeness!
This wasn't the only occurrence—one such transformation happened at each corner.
Standing high above, the wooden Uchiha Madara looked down at the five thousand ninjas trapped below, disdainful. He smirked at the real Uchiha Madara inside the Rikyaku Building, giving a knowing smile:
"Not bad, the mastery of Wood Release is impressive. You've already mastered the ability to create Wood Clones at will! Honestly, this Wood Release ability is quite convenient."
Laughing, the four Wood Clone Madaras sprang into action, quickly forming seals and slamming their palms into the ground:
"Secret Technique! Four Purple Flames Formation!"
Indeed! Another Four Purple Flames Formation—but this time, it was performed by the Wood Clone Madaras, far stronger than the previous Shadow Clone version.
Four streaks of purple light shot up from the four corners outside the five thousand ninjas. Swiftly, they connected into a barrier, forming a square of blazing flames that sealed off the area.
The sudden change startled the five thousand ninjas, who immediately dispatched scouts to investigate what had trapped them. However, these weaklings stood no chance against the Four Purple Flames Formation created by the four Wood Clones.
Anyone who touched the barrier was burned instantly, and attacks against it proved futile. The five thousand untrained ninjas were plunged into complete panic.
Not only them, but the three men inside Uchiha Madara's office were also shocked. They hurried to the windows, watching the dire situation outside as the Four Purple Flames Formation closed in. Their hearts raced with worry and dread.
The bald ninja was the first to draw his kunai, his killing intent directed at Uchiha Madara:
"Uchiha Madara, I knew there was a trap here! You're nothing but treacherous!"
The thin elder, who had relied on the massive number of outside ninjas, became flustered. Hoping his forces would overwhelm Madara, he grew desperate upon realizing they were surrounded:
"Uchiha Madara, calm down! We can still negotiate regarding the affairs of Amegakure!"
The fat man representing the Daimyo wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and chimed in:
"Lord Uchiha Madara, please refrain from anger!"
Pausing his pen, Uchiha Madara raised his head to look at them, finally uttering his first words since their arrival:
"Do you truly believe you're anything? A mere Elite Jounin dares to speak before me! An old man mocks me openly! And a lapdog of the Daimyo dares to approach me! Ignorant and foolish!"
Uchiha Madara's cold mockery caused the three to pale instantly. Such condescension was unbearable!
The fat man's smile disappeared, the thin elder's face darkened, and the bald ninja charged forward in rage. Drawing his kunai, he used Body Flicker Technique to strike Madara's temple fiercely.
In an instant, Uchiha Madara turned his head to face the bald ninja. His eyes shifted from pitch-black to crimson with three tomoe, then to crimson with Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan. Finally, the crimson Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan spun, transforming into a series of concentric white circles resembling ripples.