130 Don't Blame Konoha For Being Unrighteous!

As Obito's body was gradually enveloped by the Sacred Tree, a flicker of doubt crossed Madara's otherwise calm face.

"Madara-sama, what are you thinking about?" White Zetsu asked, tilting his head. Then, with his usual absurdity, he added, 

"Are you wondering which position is the most comfortable for defecating?"

This weird White Zetsu, known for his weird remarks, often blurted out such bizarre questions.

But Madara remained unfazed, his fleeting doubt vanishing as he returned to his usual serene demeanor.

"Idiot, Lord Madara must be thinking about something important," Black Zetsu interjected dismissively.

"Thinking, huh?" White Zetsu muttered, seemingly intrigued by the idea.

Amid their chatter, Madara finally broke his silence. 

"Where is the Sharingan?"

White Zetsu froze momentarily, then quickly extended his arms as if suddenly remembering.

Black Zetsu followed suit, twisting his arm at the shoulder, ready to assist.

White Zetsu suddenly let out a loud yell, dropping the arm with the Sharingan in a theatrical display of pain. However, it was all for show. Losing an arm was no big deal for him.

In mere moments, a new white arm sprouted from his shoulder.

Madara took the severed arm, inspecting the two Sharingan embedded within it. 

Both eyes were tightly shut, their remaining pupil power entirely depleted.

This explained how Black Zetsu and White Zetsu had been able to control the two tailed beasts so easily—Madara had preloaded the Sharingan with his immense pupil power before handing them over.

"Where are the two tailed beasts?" Madara asked as he sat back down. 

His frail appearance betrayed his age. By normal human standards, he looked about eighty years old now.

Reaching such an age was a rarity in the ninja world. If not for the piece of Hashirama's flesh sustaining him, Madara likely wouldn't have lived this long.

White Zetsu scratched his head with his newly grown arm.

"I don't know where the tailed beasts are now. After we succeeded, we sent them to target Namikaze Minato, as you instructed. To avoid detection, we brought Obito back early."

Before he could finish, Black Zetsu scolded him.

"If you don't know, why don't you ask the other spores?!"

White Zetsu, as peculiar as ever, had the unique ability to split infinitely. Like fungi, he scattered countless spores everywhere. 

These spores were colorless, odorless, and undetectable—even to the Byakugan. 

They could also absorb chakra from hosts to grow, making them one of the most effective tools for surveillance and infiltration.

For decades, Madara had used White Zetsu's spores to monitor the movements of the ninja world in real time.

At Madara's command, a White Zetsu emerged instantly from the side of the wall.

"Tell me what's happening over there"

The summoned spore, unlike White Zetsu, didn't try to escape. Instead, it answered truthfully:

"Both Four Tails and Five Tails have been defeated and are now Hanyu Simu's Summoning Beasts."

White Zetsu then explained in detail all the abilities and combat techniques Simu had displayed during the encounter.

For the first time in a while, a flicker of surprise crossed Uchiha Madara's usually calm face. His expression softened with a hint of nostalgia, and deep within his gaze, a trace of fighting spirit flickered.

Ever since he and Hashirama had left the world of shinobi, the newer generations struggled even to handle a single Tailed Beast.

But now, a single man from Konoha had subdued not one but two Tailed Beasts. It reminded him of a distant past—when battles like this were commonplace.

"I didn't expect there to still be someone of such caliber in Konoha after all these years," Madara mused, a spark of interest glinting in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, I am old,"

 Madara sighed. "If I were younger, I'd love to test this young man's true strength."

He turned his gaze to White Zetsu. "Increase surveillance on Konoha, especially on Hanyu Simu. Make sure he doesn't interfere with our plans."

Though confident in his abilities, Madara knew his aged body was a limiting factor. A direct battle might still be within his reach, but his declining health meant he could perish at any moment. 

And after his death, he doubted White Zetsu and Black Zetsu would be capable of holding off someone like Simu.

White Zetsu's expression shifted to one of concern as he heard the order. "Madara-sama, Hanyu Simu is so strong. What if he kills me?"

Black Zetsu smirked. "Didn't you always claim to be the best at staying hidden in the ninja world?"

White Zetsu scratched his head awkwardly. "That's true, but it's still risky."

Annoyed by their bickering, Madara cut them off sharply. "Enough. Just do as I say."

"If you have nothing else to do, step back," Madara ordered dismissively.

White Zetsu pouted, whistled, and left with Black Zetsu trailing behind.

Meanwhile, back in Konoha, the Third Hokage stared at Simu in disbelief. 

"What did you just say?"

Simu leaned back casually, crossing his legs. "I took both Four Tails and Five Tails from Iwagakure. They're now my Summoning beasts."

His statement left the room stunned. Simu, however, had his own ambitions. 

After all, if Kaido could have nine beasts under his command, why couldn't he? Taming all Nine Tails was certainly a tempting goal.

The Third Hokage turned his gaze to Minato and Kato Dan, silently seeking confirmation. Both nodded in unison, confirming Simu's claim.

The Hokage gripped the edge of his desk tightly, his emotions barely contained. He silently reminded himself, I am Hokage. I must remain calm.

Yet, despite his efforts, the pipe in his hand trembled violently, betraying the turmoil within.

"Those are two tailed beasts!"

The Third Hokage struggled to contain his shock. 

It was one thing when he took the Two-Tails before, but now he grabbed two more at once?

In an instant, Konoha's count of tailed beasts rose to four—nearly half of the total, with the Nine-Tails being the strongest among them.

Is this kid trying to reverse what Lord Hashirama did? The Hokage's thoughts raced. 

Hashirama once distributed the tailed beasts to maintain balance among the villages, and now this boy is rounding them all up.

He looked at Simu with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. After taking a deep breath, he spoke firmly.

"Tell me, how do you plan to handle this? You've captured Iwagakure's two tailed beasts and turned them into Summoning beasts. That's nothing short of a slap in their face!"

His fist hit the desk, the sound echoing through the room as he tried to suppress his growing irritation.

"Iwagakure will never let this go," Simu said nonchalantly, cracking open a handful of melon seeds he had pulled from his pocket.

"Doesn't matter," he continued casually. 

"You don't expect me to give the tailed beasts back, do you? That would be... awkward."

"If Iwagakure dares to attack again, I'll take three tailed beasts and block their village entrance."

"Maybe I'll even chat with Kushina about the Nine-Tails. If we can work it out, I'll just block their door with four tailed beasts." 

"Our Konoha isn't a village anyone can mess with without paying the price"

The Third Hokage watched Simu with a complicated expression, torn between admiration for his confidence and concern over his recklessness. After a long pause, he spoke.

"Yes, our ninja forces are strong, perhaps even stronger than Iwagakure. We do have the strength to face them head-on"

"But the problem isn't just Iwagakure," he continued, his tone more serious. 

"We've already made too many enemies. The Land of Wind has been restless, and the Rain Country isn't exactly stable."

He hesitated for a moment before adding, "And according to Anbu's latest reports, the Land of Water seems to have its sights on us as well."

The wrinkles on the Third Hokage's face grew deeper.

The Land of Fire was surrounded by enemies on all sides, and there seemed to be no escape from this reality.

Initially, the major nations often clashed with one another. But since the Third Ninja War began, Konoha's overwhelming strength on the battlefield forced these rival nations to set aside their differences and unite against the Land of Fire.

The burden of endless official duties weighed heavily on the Third Hokage, making his age more apparent.

Thankfully, Konoha still had a wealth of talent to rely on.

Although the village had lost Sakumo Hatake, the "White Fang," the legendary Sannin were in their prime, each a formidable master in their own right.

Beyond them, there was Kato Dan, an impressive rising figure, and a new generation of prodigies, with Simu leading the charge on the battlefield.

This unparalleled strength was the reason the other major nations feared the Land of Fire.

Even the daimyo of the Land of Fire was cautious of Konoha's power, aware of the influence and might the village wielded.

"The biggest issue is that the Fire Nation's daimyo still hasn't resolved his misunderstanding with us and has refused to provide military funding for a long time," the Third Hokage said helplessly.

There was no other way. After all, Konoha was a military institution.

Normally, the village relied on completing missions to earn rewards, which were then used to purchase food and other supplies. During peacetime, this system worked well enough.

But during wartime, when ninjas couldn't engage in production, resources like food and weapons became scarce. At such times, Konoha had no choice but to rely on financial support from the daimyo's palace.

However, the daimyo of the Fire Nation, wary of Konoha's growing strength, deliberately withheld funds to prevent the village from further developing its power. This left both sides in an awkward stalemate.

Simu scratched his chin thoughtfully, and a sly grin suddenly appeared on his face.

"Uncle Third Hokage, I have a way to make the daimyo of the Fire Nation obediently hand over the military funds."

"Oh?"

The Third Hokage looked at Simu, a sense of foreboding creeping over him.

Simu smiled coldly.

"Since the daimyo isn't being just, we can't be blamed for being ruthless." He didn't have a good opinion of the nobles.

Now the daimyo was delaying military funding while trying to undermine Konoha's ninjas. Simu wasn't about to let that slide.

He looked at the Third Hokage and said, "I need information on the nobles of the Land of Fire. This shouldn't be a problem for Gen, right?"

The nobles in the Land of Fire didn't engage in production; they only cared about enjoying their wealth. The people had suffered for years under such conditions.

Simu's plan was to stoke the flames further...

The Third Hokage looked shocked. "Simu, something huge will happen if you do this."

Simu sneered. "Otherwise, where will Konoha get the military funding? Are we supposed to just let other countries carve up the Land of Fire?"

The Third Hokage fell silent. The Land of Fire was Konoha's home, a territory that generations had fought to protect. 

The wars had cost countless lives. 

Now, the daimyo's actions threatened to undo it all.

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TO BE CONTINUED

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