Chakra? If it can't make you immortal, what's the point of being extraordinary?

Chapter 183 Uchiha Madara’s Journey!

Once such a person appears on the sea, how could he disappear without a trace and leave no information at all?

This is so unreasonable!

You know, even the Rocks Pirates that once dominated the sea, the closed-off Wano Country, and the blank hundred years of history that the World Government tried hard to conceal, can leave clues on the sea.

Although there is not much information, as long as you look for it carefully, you can always find some relevant information and follow the clues to uncover the secrets behind them.

But this so-called Uchiha Empire is unusual, and no clues can be found at all.

So, after eliminating all impossible situations, there is only one answer left. No matter how bizarre this answer is, it must be the truth - that is, the ancient and mysterious country of Uchiha Empire does not belong to this world at all.

Sure enough, Naruto's next words completely confirmed the bold idea in Whitebeard's mind.

"Come on, the food is here, guests from another world, or friends, come on, let's have a drink!"

As Whitebeard finished his generous words, he casually picked up the huge wine bottle at hand and raised it high towards Sasuke and others.

Meanwhile, while they were chatting, Captain Sachi of the Fourth Division led his team of chefs to complete the cooking work quickly and efficiently.

In this pirate world, cooking is all about speed and efficiency.

Looking at the dazzling array of delicious food in front of me, although they cannot be called exquisite, each portion is very large and makes people salivate.

Especially Naruto, who was already hungry, couldn't help but swallow a few times.

However, people have different opinions on drinking.

"I'm sorry, we ninjas have three taboos, and alcohol is one of them. Drinking will paralyze our brains. Therefore, I can only use juice instead of wine. Cheers to my new friend!"

The person who spoke was Minato Namikaze. His voice was gentle but firm, and his eyes revealed his respect and commitment to his profession.

He refused in a very tactful tone, but his attitude was firm.

After all, whether it is young people such as Naruto, Sasuke, Hinata, or the children in the Whitebeard Pirates, they all need special care and protection.

As a ninja, Minato was well aware of the possible consequences of drinking, so he chose to give up fine wine in order to maintain a clear mind and sharp reaction ability.

This is not only a respect for your own profession, but also a responsibility for the safety of your friends.

So, after hearing this, Sachi specially prepared a lot of juice and brought it up himself.

He smiled and said, "These are juices squeezed from fresh fruits. I hope you like them."

His eyes swept over everyone present, full of care and consideration.

After hearing this explanation, Whitebeard showed a trace of regret: "That's really a pity."

There was a hint of disappointment in his voice, but he remained open-minded and friendly.

Despite this, he still warmly invited everyone to taste the food, hoping to make the party more joyful and warm.

Whitebeard's top-level observation Haki is enough for him to judge whether what a person says is true or false.

When he heard Minato's words, there was no doubt in his mind.

He believed everything Minato said and understood his position.

Minato didn't lie, that was enough.

Since that is the rule, and if they don't drink because they look down on Whitebeard, then there is no problem at all for Minato and the others not to drink.

Thus, a banquet with a lively atmosphere and unique pirate style began.

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While the Whitebeard Pirates were having a lively banquet, the other groups were also not idle.

Let's go back in time a little bit and focus on group two - Uchiha Madara.

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Ever since leaving Kokosia Village, Madara has been lost.

He has no clear goal and doesn't know what to do.

The corners of Madara's mouth slightly raised: "If that's the case, let fate make the choice and let nature take its course."

So he closed his eyes, chose a direction at random, activated the armor version of Susanoo, and flew in that direction.

He didn't even know how long he had been flying.

Until a strange smell came into my nose.

Madara opened his eyes and frowned when he saw the scene below.

Then he slowly landed on the ground.

During the descent, Madara witnessed the dire conditions here.

Due to the establishment of a large number of quarries and factories here, the ecological environment here has been severely damaged.

Sewage is continuously discharged into rivers, causing clean water sources to become polluted.

Because the water source is polluted, all wild animals that drink the water also have toxic substances in their bodies.

Ban looked at the wild animals with various black spots on their bodies, red eyes, and on the verge of going crazy. He narrowed his eyes slightly and an invisible and intangible aura emanated from him.

This breath was like a cold wind, making the air around it heavy.

At this moment, all the animals seemed to feel the pressure from the top predator. Their original manic emotions disappeared instantly, and were replaced by deep fear.

They no longer dared to approach Ban, but fled in panic.

A winding path appeared in front of Madara. He stepped onto it without hesitation, his steps firm and powerful.

He walked along the path, not knowing where he was going, but deep in his heart there was a strong urge driving him to keep moving forward.

As Ban was walking along the path, he suddenly found a dusty, dilapidated hut on the side of the road.

The hut looked like it had been abandoned for a long time, with cracks all over the walls and the roof a little shaky.

But it still stands there stubbornly, as if telling the story of the past.

Ban walked closer to the cabin curiously and gently pushed open the door that had long been rotten.

As the door opened, a strong smell of dust hit me in the face, making me cough uncontrollably.

The room was dimly lit, with only a few rays of sunlight shining through the window onto the ground, creating mottled shadows.

There are some simple daily necessities in the house. Although it is simple, it can still be seen that someone once lived here.

Ban found a yellowed diary in the corner of the room, with the cover covered with dust.

He carefully picked up the diary and opened the first page, which was filled with densely written words.

By reading this diary, Ban learned about the changes that had taken place in this place and the helplessness and pain that people had shown towards environmental damage.

These words are like heavy notes, playing a sad song about the relationship between humans and nature.

The further he turned the pages, the heavier his mood became.