Burn Out, Then Turn Into a Pale Color 2

Under Konan's dumbfounded gaze, Makoto pulled Nagato up.

Her expression was weird and horrified, like a primitive person who saw computers and internet for the first time - primitive people couldn't understand these, just as primitive people couldn't think that the goal of many modern people who used these high technologies was the GHS.

I have to say, GHS transmigration is really a good thing.

Technological advances have made a lot of unbelievable things, into a matter of course.

As long as he had this technique in place, he was no longer afraid of combat attrition of elite units in the military.

As long as the body remained roughly intact, even if it hung, the big deal was to pull it back up again, and one could truly do what their ancestors had worked hard for, and I would enjoy the blessings.

Compared to the dead, it's better to worry about whether there will be enough death row inmates in the prison in the future.

And this art is not really perfect, after using it many times, Makoto clearly felt its flaws - because of following their own feelings, modified it, so that the current modified version of One's Own Life Reincarnation, must have a considerable understanding of Yang release, and genjutsu must not be lower than the level of Mangekyo, otherwise It wouldn't be enough to completely suppress the personal will of the inmates...

After all, this was practically asking them to die, and it was absolutely not possible without sufficient attainment in illusion arts.

As of now, he was the only one in the whole world who fully met those two conditions.

Jiraiya's level is even a little bit worse.

...Fortunately or unfortunately, the jutsu itself shouldn't be passed on either.

"Nagato!"

Clueless as he was, Konan was still very excited to see the otherwise dead Nagato standing up again.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine... but my eyes..."

Nagato subconsciously touched his eye area and could only sense two bloody holes.

The Chakra Eyes that were originally there had been taken away by Dance-chan.

Being able to pull someone back was already lucky enough, wanting to recover even the reincarnation eyes together would really be completely beyond Makoto's ability.

As for snatching it back...

The strength of Dance-chan, who had regained the Rinnegan, had risen so much that it was no longer something that the current Nagato could challenge.

For Nagato, the Rinnegan was a steel blade that scraped his bones. The heavy pressure was always pressing down on him and would eventually suck out the last bit of his bones and blood.

In this regard, the Tenseigan was actually the same.

Only Makoto's strength could get around without the Tenseigan, not to mention the Good Soul's ability to fully harness it. Nagato, on the other hand, built everything on the Tenseigan...

Now that he's still alive and the Rinnegan is gone, his lifelong quest can be said to be directly over.

Without the Rinnegan, it's questionable whether he can continue to control the Akatsuki organization.

"Go back to Konoha, while you and Konoha haven't officially fought."

Makoto issued another invitation.

"No... I haven't fallen yet, I can still continue to fight."

"Fine, if you insist. But if you make an enemy of Konoha, I won't be able to show mercy next time."

Nagato's whole body was soft, only his mouth was still hard.

But it wasn't the first time he had been like this, and Makoto had gotten used to it a long time ago.

"Then, goodbye."

With this matter settled, Makoto wanted to retreat with Kakuzu and Aunt Snake.

There was no longer any need to continue undercover.

The Heart Demon was nearing its limit, and if he was the one to win the next battle, then he who had inherited all the legacies of the Good Soul would officially advance to the Six Paths, and could strengthen the world at will.

Tenderness was a luxury emotion, but the strength of the Six Path level allowed him to be very kind to everyone.

And if it's that upside down guy, Good Soul, who wins...

He wouldn't have used the undercover agents anyway, and it was really the same whether he kept them or not, so why bother with a little extra sacrifice.

Nagato and Konan didn't stop Makoto from leaving, just before sending Makoto away, Nagato wrote down some details of his fight with Uchiha Madara on a note and threw it to Makoto.

After all, it was the first victim's personal experience, so it was more or less useful.

Just at this time, there was a distortion in the air, and Kakashi, who was panting heavily, appeared in front of the crowd.

"Hokage-sama!"

"What's wrong, Kakashi?"

"Hoo, hoo..."

Kakashi's attributes in all aspects were awesome, it was this blue amount that was a concern, although he gradually touched the correct usage of Kamui, the problem of lack of blue always existed.

Compared to the Shippuden Kakashi, the current Kakashi is ultimately slightly weaker.

Especially when it comes to continuous teleportation over long distances.

But Makoto didn't spit on him this time, because he knew that with Kakashi's character, he would never use Kamui normally.

Both the blue amount of considerations, but also... he used it now, there is bound to be a reason for it.

"Uchiha Madara has raided the venue of the Great Ninja Village Conference and has begun forcibly capturing tailed beasts! Although there is only one person, the crowd is unbeatable and our assistance is urgently needed!"

How can I put it... it really deserves to be called Dance-chan.

On this side he had just fucked up Nagato, and on that side he ran straight to attacking the ninja village meeting.

If it was a young Sasuke who did this kind of thing, he would have been lying on the board by now.

But if it was Uchiha Madara,... Makoto could only pray in his heart that those several Kages and jinchuurikis could hold out.

This was a maniac who could truly single-handedly take on the allied forces of the Ninja Villages.

Makoto must go.

An extremely depressing atmosphere began to rise from Makoto's body.

Nagato captured this terrifying change.

"You..."

Makoto slowly turned his head.

Only in his originally deep black pupils, at this time, it was like a strobe, constantly showing a dazzling golden color.

"Standing here before realizing."

"You and I are so similar that you want to change history."

"But who can judge right from wrong."

"When we take off our disguises, we'll finally agree."

"Violence begets violence, it can only be so."

Makoto said this and gripped the Yama Sword.

Also, Nagato's determination.

Konan could feel that the one talking to them now was no longer the Makoto they knew so well.

In the persona that Makoto had portrayed for himself, there was the item of liking to talk flirty.

However, Makoto's foul language always gave people the feeling that he was sick in the head, and now... is too literary, and the killing aura is also too heavy.

It's "him".

Konan immediately realized this.

The next battle could change the whole world.

But she couldn't stop it, she could only be a spectator on the sidelines.

"Go for it... whatever it is you're doing it for."

In the end, it was Nagato who delivered the final parting words.

Disciplines from the same teacher had pitched each other against each other many times and helped each other many times. And this time...

"Thanks."

Makoto nodded his head and threw the no-matter-what medal that had been hanging on his chest, which had been given to him by Granny Denshi, to Kakashi, who was at the side.

"If the worst comes to the worst, throw this no-matter-what sign to Uchiha Madara."

"Tell him that I won't attack this Order of Nothing, that's my weakness."

When Makoto finished saying that, the gold color in his eyes grew more and more prevalent, but it hadn't completely replaced the black color after all.

He seemed to have something else to say, but in the end, he was unable to say it.

In the next moment, Makoto flew into the sky and disappeared into the night sky.

... ...

Makoto left the temporary camp of the Akatsuki organization and flew towards the Ninja Village meeting point.

Unlike the previous Five Kage Summit, this time, the Ninja Village Conference, did not take place in Konoha.

The reason inside was complicated, the more dangerous the moment, the more diverse people's minds are, even Makoto could not speculate as much as he could.

Kitsuchi was kidnapped, the world situation changes. It is a danger, but also an opportunity... It is just that it is out of the expectation of many people, and this time the danger is too big.

But this is good.

After all, not fighting in Konoha, he also has a few less scruples.

With such thoughts, Makoto landed in a valley.

The originally quiet and beautiful valley had turned into a sea of fire. All the ninjas below the Kage level had long ago withdrawn a few dozen miles.

On the other hand, the Kage-levelexperts, as well as the various jinchuurikis that had transformed into bijus, were still fighting bitterly at the core of the battlefield.

Yes, the armies that had gathered the essence of the five great ninja villages were in a bitter battle because of one person.

The Bijus' furious chakra was raging everywhere, but it couldn't do any harm to that terrifying man in the center. Between the kages flying, it was the berserk bijus that were pressed into a disadvantage.

Makoto looked at the blossoming battlefield rose with unblinking eyes through the heavy flames of battle.

Under the heavy ninjutsu bombardment, his armor and tunic had been completely shattered, revealing the upper half of his body. But even so, he was still laughing maniacally.

The furious chakra bombarding his body from all directions was hardly able to shake his stance - this was the Uchiha Madara in his full state!

The man in the original work who had resisted the rare Amaterasu, and the bijus' manual bijudama without a scratch.

Makoto could clearly see that there was a sleeping face on his chest.

This face, he was very familiar... was the Shodaime Hokage, Hashirama.

"He has already entered the state of the beloved... From that realm, he is really only one step away."

As Makoto whispered, the maniacally laughing Uchiha Madara pressed one hand on the ground.

"Summoning Jutsu!"

"Demonic Statue of the Outer Path!"

The berserk monster was summoned and appeared between heaven and earth.

As soon as it appeared, it let out a silent roar.

The bijus that were originally active felt an unprecedented pressure.

As well as... fear.

The bijus that were more timid already had thoughts of escaping in their minds.

However it was of no use.

"Limbo: Border Jail!"

Uchiha Madara, who was in a far better state than the original, did not hesitate to unleash the power of the Rinnegan.

"-Wow!"

"Roar!"

"Boing..."

As the tailed beasts cried out in sorrow, these guys whose size was as huge as a small mountain were knocked to the ground at the same moment, making it difficult to even get up for a while.

This was the Limbo: Border Jail.

This is the unique ability of Uchiha Madara's Rinnegan, using the "round jail" to split his own "shadow", can use the shadow for the body to block the opponent's attack, can also be used to surprise attack the opponent.

When you have one eye, you can only split one shadow, but when you have both eyes together, the number of shadows can be increased to four.

Ordinary people can neither see nor sense these shadows.

Only those who have the Rinnegan can see these shadows, and those who have learned Six Path Senjutsu can perceive them.

After the bijus were knocked down, the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path opened its mouths and swallowed them one by one.

The stronger bijus could still struggle a little bit with the help of their jinchuuriki - though that didn't actually help much.

The weaker jinchuuriki, on the other hand, were directly swallowed into their bellies.

As the Outer Path Demon Statue continued to be swallowed, the aura on Uchiha Madara's body slowly began to change.

Makoto knew that this was a sign that he was starting to advance towards the Six Paths level.

Apart from the direct transmission of power from the old man of the Six Path, there were two other ways to advance into the Six Path.

One was to have a more complete Otsutsuki bloodline, plus having a more important plugin, thus entering the Six Path.

For example, the Six Sage brothers, and the Otsutsuki clan.

The other is to study the ninjutsu, the nature of the various chakra changes, as well as a certain understanding of the yin and yang release, coupled with the help of the Juubi, the same can also enter the six paths.

This is the case of the original work of the Obito and Uchiha Madara.

Uchiha Madara's own strength and understanding of jutsu have long been enough to qualify, and now that he's in beloved mode, the final shortcoming has been made up.

As long as he obtained the nine bijus, it was only natural for him to advance.

Makoto could feel that with every biju he devoured, the aura of Uchiha Madara's body would strengthen by one point.

"This is Uchiha Madara's true power, whether it's against Ninjutsu or Physical Arts, his resistance has reached an extremely terrifying level."

"And he himself possesses an extremely strong attack surface... This is a true Six Path ninja."

"Aside from Hashirama's completely unreasonable Mokuton, anyone who crosses paths with him will be a nightmare."

"Now, he's about to break through the final fence... If he possesses this kind of power, he should be able to become your opponent."

The devouring of the bijus had already begun, Uchiha Madara was hard digging into jinchuuriki's bijus. Makoto came a bit late, even the experienced Yakura had his biju taken away by force.

He seemed to have a thousand words he wanted to say, but without his biju to renew his life he was ultimately unable to do anything.

After several tries to kill the enemy in vain, Yagura closed his eyes forever.

At this moment, the only ones who hadn't been taken away from the bijus were the Suna's Ichibi, and the Kumo's Nibi.

...Gaara is getting a little bit older, and father in law originally just wanted him to meet the market, who knew that it had gotten into this situation.

Makoto stretched out his hand, and the golden light in his pupil shone more and more, and the black color could barely cover it.

After the golden color shone, Makoto's eyes gradually turned into the appearance of Byakugan.

This was the sign of the activation of Tenseigan.

A huge attraction was born from his hands, hard locking the two huge bijus that flew towards the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.

"Oooh... aaaah!"

The suction force of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path and the gravitational force manipulated by Makoto violently tore each other apart in the air, causing the bijus and jinchuurikis that were being fought over to be in agony.

"Damn it... the people outside are too scary..."

Ichibi wailed sadly, unable to bear it anymore, and eventually chose to re-enter the unconscious Gaara's body.

However, even so, the fight between the two sides still didn't end.

Makoto gradually gained the upper hand.

But as the struggle continued, he also slowly realized that Gaara's body began to twist and distort, with the tendency to be forcibly torn in half.

After all, it was just a child, and what was being exerted on him at this time were almost the two most powerful forces in the world.

If we continue to fight like this, whether the Ichibi will be yanked out or not is still a matter of opinion, anyway, Gaara is dead.

Makoto's eyes flowed and he voluntarily gave up the fight.

"Woohoo-!"

As soon as he let go on his side, the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path's side immediately gained a huge advantage. The invisible suction force yanked violently and directly swallowed Ichibi.

Gaara lost his Ichibi and died instantly, falling from the sky.

Demonic Statue of the Outer Path had no interest in him at all, and Makoto rushed to unleash his gravitational force and snatched it in his hands.

Because Makoto let go of him in time, Gaara just looked miserable, but his body remained intact.

Waiting for the time to make up an One's Own Life Reincarnation for him, the pressure is just.

But Yugito's situation is...

Under the mutual tearing of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path and the Tenseigan, the Nibi was split apart raw.

For a chakra spirit, this wasn't much of a problem, after all, they were energy bodies by nature - though it hurt for sure.

But for Yugito, the damage was still fatal.

Though she still had half of the Nibi left inside her, the sealing technique inside her had broken, and her life force was flowing out of her like crazy along with the broken sealing technique.

Covered in blood, the incomparably wretched Yugito just fell into Makoto's arms.

The white plastic chair appeared in front of the two.

Makoto sat on it and held Yugito in his arms.

Yama and the Pink Fluffy Bunny Rabbit then leaned against the chair.

"...Alive?"

"Only... didn't want to be saved by you..."

The big cat, this arrogant stench, probably couldn't be changed for the rest of his life.

Against arrogance, Makoto was not spoiled at all.

"I originally didn't want to save you either, it's just by the way, what I want to save is Gaara."

"Anymore, he is after all my father-in-law's son. Kankuro's words... are a little hard to be a great man."

Yugito this cat opened her mouth, revealing two small tiger teeth.

"Can't you... just let me off the hook a little!"

"If you say you love me, then I'll let you off the hook a little bit from now on."

Makoto knew Big Cat's feelings for him.

It was truly a love-hate tangle.

He couldn't be gentle with such a big cat.

"I can't! You're not from Kumo... I can't do it..."

The tip of Makoto's nose smelled a bit of sweet fragrance.

These were the truest words in Yugito's heart.

If he was a Kumo's person, then she would have no scruples.

The proud cat dared to face her feelings head on.

But sadly, he wasn't.

She was the Raikage.

She had to be responsible for Kumo.

Makoto is a son of a bitch from Konoha.

Love and hate... guess the two of them would have to be like this for the rest of their lives.

"Don't worry, soon there will be no difference between ninja villages... Everyone won't need to fight..."

"There is no ninja village?... Heh... but the war will still continue..."

"No need, soon everything will be over."

The last bit of black in Makoto's eyes faded away, completely turning into a sacred and merciless golden color.

"I swear."

"Really..."

"It would be nice if you were from Kumo...."

Cat murmured, closing her eyes.

Cat was tired.

Cat wanted to curl up in her master's arms and sleep.

Makoto took out the remaining half of the Nibi inside her and threw her into the mouth of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path amidst the sharp curses from the Nibi.

Makoto wrapped the corpses of the crowd in gravity and sent them all flying.

In the midst of the battle, Uchiha Madara, who had already absorbed the eight bijus, slowly approached.

He did not make a move, and there was no longer anyone around that dared to attack him.

His eyes, staring dead on Makoto's face.

Even at this time, his face was devoid of any expression.

"You seem to have been enabling me... but now, they are all dead because of you."

"It's not a big problem. One more bitter ninja, and the deaths will be borne by the death row inmates. I've always thought that one of the most appealing things about the Dragon Balls is that no matter how bad things happen, there's always a divine dragon to hold them up... and all people have to do is go after their dreams, even if it means dying."

Makoto Uchiha's mockery didn't cause any fluctuation in Makoto.

He sat on the white chair with his back to him as if he was thinking about something.

This was undoubtedly a huge break, but Uchiha Madara did not launch a sneak attack.

For it was at this moment that he suddenly realized that he and Makoto Makoto seemed to share a common language.

"You're also loathing the war, aren't you."

"Well, more than anyone else, I'm sick of it."

"Then come with me to that perfect world."

"It's come to this, and you're still thinking about your Eye of the Moon plan?"

When he had delivered the ultimate insult to Obito earlier, Makoto had basically let the Black Zetsu's plan slip as well.

It was simply a trick.

"But Infinite Tsukuyomi itself is real... I've seriously thought about it. Instead of believing in humans and suffering endless pain, it's better to spend a peaceful and happy life in genjutsu."

"People are not born to come and suffer."

"One can also live a life of peace and happiness."

"Are you worried that if all people tarry in the dream world, humanity will be interrupted as a result? But we are perfectly capable of keeping humanity alive... in the form of ninjutsu."

Spirit network?

Tsk.

It's ironic to say the least.

Uchiha Madara screwed up so much and killed so many people, but it was for the sake of world peace.

He didn't believe in humanity and was ready to create peace in his own way.

Perhaps, he is also for his own brother.

Perhaps, it is also for the sake of proving that he is stronger than Hashirama... The human mind is so complicated, I am afraid that even he himself can t find a real reason.

Makoto grabbed the Yama sword.

"The sinless you are like the sun; the sinful you are also like the sun."

Sighing tersely, Makoto asked a question that seemed to have nothing to do with the topic.

"Madara, what is the difference between a king and a mount!"

"That kind of thing, how would I know."

Uchiha Madara at this moment no longer wanted to think.

He knew that his recruitment had failed once again.

But he was not lost.

It was because his heart had been filled with an unprecedented emotion - to crush and destroy Makoto!

This impulse was simply more exhilarating to him than when he was in a deadly fight with Hashirama back then!

-He was only one step away from that supreme position, as long as he could cross over... And it was obvious that Makoto was the same...

Drinking the strongest wine, marrying the most beautiful wife, riding the wildest horse, and beheading the strongest enemy!

What pleasure in life!

Uchiha Madara's killing thoughts at this moment increased vigorously and exploded!

However, Makoto had already thrown the Kyuubbi Sealing Pot to Uchiha Madara before Uchiha Madara could make a move.

Uchiha Madara subconsciously took it, but in his heart, he was puzzled.

"What are you doing!"

"It's more enjoyable to fight like this."

Makoto said so and slowly stood up from the white plastic chair.

Uchiha was a true megalomaniac who possessed extraordinary talents and defied the rules of the entire world.

He was sophisticated and tricky.

But on the other hand, such a megalomaniac has his own pride.

If you made it clear that you were going to blast each other with him, then he wouldn't use those dirty tricks anymore, and would bet all of his heart and soul on the next battle.

"...Are you sure?"

Makoto's behavior made Uchiha Madara puzzled, obviously the Kyuubi was right in front of him, but he didn't think of absorbing it, instead, he looked at Makoto with a burning gaze.

"-I'm only one step away from that realm!"

"I know exactly what I'm doing... After all, if you can't even reach that realm, how can you fight him?"

Makoto's black hair lengthened violently and quickly turned white.

Around the Tenseigan, a circle of blue light was lit up.

Behind him, one Truth-Seeking Ball after another began to emerge.

"Kill each other."

In this instant, a soul full of goodwill completely took over Makoto's body, forcing him into the realm of the Six Paths.

"As you wish!"

Uchiha Madara no longer had the slightest hesitation, he directly threw the Kyuubbi Sealing Pot into the mouth of the Outer Path Demon Statue, and the Kyuubbis inside just wanted to moisten, but it was directly swallowed by the Outer Path Demon Statue.

Huge power was channeled from the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path into Uchiha Madara's body, and his incomparably lush hair instantly turned white, and a large amount of Truth Seeking Ball was likewise born behind his back.

The two of them stared at each other from afar, and their murderous aura caused the entire area to boil.

Thousands of years ago, the brothers Otsutsuki Hagoromo and Otsutsuki Hamura, together, joined forces to seal their mother and save the world.

Thousands of years later, the heirs of the two men's power, met again.

Only the eyes of the Rinnegan and the Tenseigan flashed with nothing but a landscape of destruction.

"Tengai Shinsei!"

"Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion!"