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"Take him down!" The samurai captain ordered immediately when his warnings were ignored.
Several elite warriors launched an attack instantly, nimbly rushing forward.
The sharp katana in his hand sliced through the cold air, slashing at Obito's vital points from different angles!
However, they were faced with these sharp blades that could cut through steel.
Obito remained unmoved, not even bothering to parry.
A strange scene happened!
The samurai's katana passed right through Obito's body, as if they had struck a phantom!
The blade did not cut into flesh at all. Obito's figure swayed slightly like a reflection in water, but he himself was completely unharmed!
"what?!"
"How can this be?!"
The samurai's faces showed expressions of disbelief and horror; their attacks had been completely ineffective!
In the instant they were stunned and hesitated to move, Obito moved.
His movements were as fast as a ghost, without even using any ninjutsu.
Relying solely on physical skills and spatial abilities, his figure flickered among the warriors in a few flashes.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Several muffled thuds followed in quick succession, and the elite warriors didn't even see what happened.
They felt a tremendous force strike them, their vision went black, and they all collapsed to the ground unconscious.
The katana in his hand clattered to the ground and was quickly covered by the falling snowflakes.
Obito didn't even glance at the samurai lying on the ground, as if he were merely brushing away a few snowflakes blocking his path.
Continue walking towards the castle gate.
Inside the Five Kage Summit room, Naruto, who had been leaning against the railing complaining about being bored, suddenly straightened up, his lazy expression instantly replaced by a sharp one.
His unintentionally extended senses detected a powerful chakra rapidly approaching, containing a chilling killing intent!
Something is approaching... a very strong killing intent!
Naruto lowered his voice, but the wariness in his tone instantly affected Sasuke beside him.
Sasuke's eyes sharpened, almost as an instinctive reaction.
He instantly gripped the Kusanagi sword, which he had been holding close to his chest, firmly in his hand, ready to draw it at any moment.
Although Naruto's voice wasn't loud, everyone present was a master.
Not only did all the guards instantly become alert, but even the five Kage who were secretly vying for power around the round table simultaneously stopped talking or thinking.
All eyes turned to Naruto and the direction he sensed.
The atmosphere in the meeting room instantly became extremely tense!
"Hello! Fellow Kage, and... dear Nine-Tails Jinchuriki!"
A flippant and strange voice suddenly rang out in the center of the conference room.
In the center of the round table, a huge plant resembling a pitcher plant suddenly sprouted from the ground and quickly unfurled its thick leaves.
Within the leaves, there was a strange creature whose body was only half-faced and vaguely humanoid.
It spread its white arms and greeted people in a tone as if it were attending a party.
"who are you?!"
"Protect Lord Shadow!"
In an instant, all the guards reacted with extreme speed!
Naruto, Sasuke, Darui, Hii, Kurotsuchi, Akatsuchi, Temari, Kankuro, Ao... almost everyone flashed away at the same time.
He moved in front of his own shadow at top speed, drawing his weapon and unleashing a burst of chakra.
They firmly protected the five shadows in the center, vigilantly locking onto the strange creature that had suddenly appeared.
White Zetsu seemed to enjoy being the center of attention, twisting its body and looking past the guards.
They pinpointed Naruto's location and continued in that strange tone, "Naruto Uzumaki! We've come for you! Are you ready..."
"You bastard! Shut your mouth!"
Before it could finish speaking, a roar as loud as thunder interrupted it!
The Fourth Raikage, A, with the most fiery temper, couldn't be bothered to listen to this monster's nonsense.
His body crackled with lightning, and he transformed into a streak of blue lightning, instantly rushing towards White Zetsu at a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive!
That large, dark, thick hand, wreathed in violent lightning chakra.
Like iron clamps, it grabbed the White Zetsu by the neck and forcefully pulled it out of the pitcher plant!
"Speak! What exactly is the purpose of your 'Akatsuki'?! Where are the others?!"
The Raikage's voice was like the roar of a wild beast, and the terrifying pressure of his chakra made the surrounding air tremble.
However, the White Zetsu, whose neck was being choked, showed no fear.
Instead, a smug, mocking smile appeared on that blurry face.
It's as if it's saying, "Go ahead and kill me if you dare!"
This blatant provocation completely ignited the Raikage, who was like a powder keg!
"court death!!"
Lei Ying roared and suddenly exerted force with his five fingers!
With a sharp, teeth-grinding crack, White Zetsu's neck was crushed by his bare hands!
That wasn't all. The Raikage's violent Lightning Release chakra surged out like a runaway flood, instantly enveloping the White Zetsu's entire body!
A blinding flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and White Zetsu's body was completely vaporized and annihilated by the terrifying lightning without leaving even a trace of ash!
From the moment the White Zetsu appeared to the instantaneous killing by the Raikage, the entire process took only a few seconds.
This fully demonstrates the Raikage's overwhelming strength and his ruthless, impulsive personality.
There was a moment of deathly silence in the conference room, broken only by the crackling sound of the lightning arcs leaping from Raikage's body.
"Oh dear... So many years have passed, and you're still as irritable as ever, Raikage."
A familiar voice, tinged with a hint of mockery and languor, yet seemingly imbued with boundless majesty and coldness.
It came from above the conference room without warning.
Naruto's heart sank, and he immediately looked up.
On the high beam on one side of the conference room, a figure had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.
It was that figure wearing a white swirling mask, a purple robe, and carrying an Uchiha fan on his back—Uchiha Obito!
He sat there casually, looking down at the crowd below who looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy, as if he were the master of the place.
Although Naruto already knew from future history that the person in front of him was not the real Uchiha Madara, but Uchiha Obito.
But at this moment, the arrogant aura emanating from the other party, and the tone of voice that was deliberately imitated yet perfectly captured the essence of the character, were striking.
They all bear a striking resemblance to the real Madara Uchiha in Naruto's consciousness space!
If he hadn't known the truth beforehand, he would almost have been fooled too.
Just as Naruto was about to open his mouth, the hot-tempered Raikage, having crushed the White Zetsu, was finding it difficult to vent his anger.
Upon seeing the masked man, who clearly resembled a leader, appear, they immediately turned their attention to him, demanding in a booming voice:
"And who...who are you?! You cowardly scoundrel!"
All eyes were focused on Obito, who was high up, awaiting his answer.
The tense atmosphere was almost frozen solid.
Chapter 438 Who am I, really?
Faced with the Raikage's thunderous question, Obito, perched high on the beam, let out a low, contemptuous laugh.
He deliberately imitated the arrogant demeanor and tone of Madara Uchiha from his memory, his voice coming through the mask with an ancient and cold majesty:
"My name has long resounded throughout the ninja world. I am... Uchiha Madara."
The name seemed to possess a magical power, instantly causing a low murmur of commotion in the conference room.
The legendary ninja who co-founded Konoha with the First Hokage and sparked an earth-shattering battle at the Valley of the End!
He's still alive?!
A tremendous shock and disbelief enveloped almost everyone in the know except Naruto.
However, just as the shockwaves from that name were beginning to subside, a clearer and more certain voice emerged.
It pierced through the fog like a sharp sword:
"No! You're not Uchiha Madara!"
Naruto stepped forward, his azure eyes fixed on Obito: "You are Uchiha Obito! The Konoha ninja who should have died in the Battle of Kannabi Bridge!"
"Uchiha Obito"
The moment that name was called out, Obito's pupils, hidden beneath his mask, contracted almost imperceptibly.
The powerful aura that was deliberately created around him, belonging to "Ban," also showed a very subtle stagnation.
How can it be? !
This name, along with his "heroic" past, has been engraved on the memorial stone for more than a decade and has long been buried by the dust of history!
How could this nine-tailed brat know?! Just how much does he know?!
But he quickly suppressed this momentary loss of composure.
Obito let out a series of ambiguous laughs, as if Naruto's accusation was just a trivial incident: