bookbashuk Chapter 50 Popsicles
Chapter 50 Popsicles
If the person standing in front of him is the real Madara Uchiha, then Sasuke's basic training would naturally require no one else's intervention.
Madara Uchiha would definitely provide meticulous guidance in person.
Unfortunately, Obito is standing in front of me...
On one hand, Obito wasn't very good at teaching, and on the other hand, he wasn't interested in mentoring anyone.
Therefore, Obito directly handed over the tedious task of training Sasuke to Orochimaru, the most suitable candidate in front of him.
However, to make the disguise more convincing, Obito earnestly spoke in Madara Uchiha's tone...
"Orochimaru can help you solidify your foundation. When your abilities meet my requirements, I will personally teach you how to fully unleash the true power of the Sharingan."
He spoke with such authority, as if he were the true Asura of the ninja world, Uchiha Madara.
Upon hearing Madara's promise, Sasuke's previously cold and aloof expression finally showed a slight change.
He nodded slightly, his gaze slowly falling on Orochimaru, who was smiling beside him.
At this moment, Orochimaru was gazing at the boy in front of him with great interest.
He had seen many young ninjas, but Uchiha Sasuke before him seemed exceptionally different.
The boy's face revealed stubbornness and indifference, and his eyes were as deep as obsidian.
This phenomenon undoubtedly piqued Orochimaru's interest and ignited even more doubts in his mind.
"That's really interesting..."
From Orochimaru's initial observation, it's not yet clear whether Sasuke Uchiha has been corrupted...
If he was indeed not infected by Yuan's power, then there must be some undiscovered loophole in the eye technique.
Orochimaru's smile grew even more amiable, and he spoke softly and gently...
"Sasuke-kun, don't worry, I will definitely help you and make you stronger than anyone else."
Orochimaru's tone was very sincere, with a hint of kindness, as if he genuinely cared about the young man's growth.
Sasuke looked up at him, his eyes showing no fear or resistance, but still with his usual arrogance and indifference.
He didn't say much, only nodded slightly and replied in a low voice, "Then let's get started quickly."
After saying that, Sasuke strode towards the depths of the base, his steps straight and resolute.
Under the moonlight...
Obito has also quietly left the Land of Fields base.
Dark as ink.
Obito stood quietly beneath an ancient tree, gazing up at a unique Sharingan lying silently in his hand...
It belongs to Uchiha Awakening's Sharingan.
Those scarlet eyes exuded a strong sense of eeriness.
Ever since Kakashi read the memories of the Dry Wood Release, Obito has been receiving information about everything that happens in Konoha through his Sharingan.
At this moment, Konoha was plunged into unprecedented chaos and despair due to that strange power of the Dry Wood Release.
Recalling the destructive scenes brought by the flames of those withered trees, Obito felt a faint surge of excitement and greed.
He knew that the power did not belong solely to the Uchiha or the Senju, but was a fusion power that transcended traditional understanding.
"Withered Tree Release..."
Obito murmured softly, his voice low and filled with a strange excitement.
His gaze gradually became deep and focused, as if he were exploring some unknown territory.
In the next instant, the Wood Release cells within his body, originally belonging to the First Hokage, began to undergo a strange transformation...
This change was rapid and drastic, even far exceeding Obito's expectations.
The once lush and vibrant Wood Release has now been transformed into a completely different and terrifying existence under the influence of Obito's powerful Sharingan.
Obito slowly extended his palm, and from the center of his palm, a twisted branch slowly grew out.
This branch may look ordinary, but it is actually full of the aura of death and decay. Its surface is covered with crisscrossing cracks, as if it has been eroded by countless years.
After the branches grew to a certain size, they suddenly burst into flames...it was terrifying.
Sensing the rapid change in the nature of his chakra, Obito felt a surge of intense fervor and ambition.
Thinking of this, he once again focused his gaze on the Sharingan of Uchiha Abyss that he held in his hand...
"Uchiha Gen, just how many possibilities are hidden in your Sharingan...?"
The next moment, Obito no longer hesitated and suddenly released the power of Kamui. Two White Zetsu that had been prepared beforehand immediately appeared in front of him.
Obito stretched out his palm and grabbed one of the White Zetsu with an extremely cold yet impatient action.
In an instant, the Wood Release cells in his body mutated violently again, and countless withered and sinister wood branches surged out of his body, tightly binding the White Zetsu like the tentacles of a hungry demon.
Bai Jue struggled in terror, but was utterly powerless to resist the devouring force of this evil power, and was soon completely enveloped and swallowed by these withered trees.
In just a moment, White Zetsu's originally resilient body completely disintegrated, turning into a pool of pure and massive chakra energy, which was greedily absorbed into Obito's body by those eerie withered trees.
Feeling the chakra flowing continuously into his body, Obito's face showed an almost frenzied look of satisfaction.
I burst out laughing...
The temporary relief area outside Konoha Village was noisy and the atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.
Naruto Uzumaki sat quietly in a corner, his small figure curled up in a ball, looking particularly lonely.
When the fire broke out, most of the villagers, including Naruto, were evacuated to this location in time...
But at this moment, the children around them were all nestled together with their parents, relying on each other for warmth and comfort.
Naruto, however, seemed out of place, as if isolated from the entire world, sitting there helplessly.
What saddened Naruto even more was that many villagers would deliberately avoid him when they saw him, and even openly showed their disgust and hostility.
"Fox spirit, get lost! You're not welcome here!"
"Don't come near us, who knows who you might kill next!"
Those whispered curses and scare tactics kept reaching Naruto's ears, piercing his heart.
Little Naruto curled up even tighter, his eyes gradually dimmed, and tears welled up in his eyes, but he stubbornly held them back.
He simply couldn't understand why he had to endure such malice and rejection when he hadn't done anything wrong.
Just when he thought he had fallen into utter despair, a gentle and familiar voice suddenly rang out, cutting through all the noise and reaching straight into his ears...
"Are you currently without a place to stay?"
Naruto paused slightly, looked up, and saw a face he had seen just yesterday...
The silver-haired youth wore a black headband, and although his eyes looked a little tired, he didn't seem to have any malicious intent.
Kakashi stood quietly in front of Naruto, looking down at him with gentle and concerned eyes.
Naruto's heart skipped a beat. He hesitated, his voice filled with barely concealed fear and unease, and asked softly, "Aren't you...aren't you afraid of me?"
Kakashi was slightly surprised, but then smiled gently and slowly squatted down to be at the same eye level as Naruto.
She reached out and gently ruffled Naruto's messy blond hair, her voice gentle yet firm: "Why should I be afraid of you? You're just an ordinary child."
Upon hearing this, Naruto felt a surge of warmth in his heart.
Looking into Kakashi's gentle and calm eyes, the unease and fear in his heart gradually dissipated, and a warmth and peace of mind he had never experienced before slowly took root in his heart.
"If you have nowhere to stay, rest in my tent..."
Kakashi said softly, "Don't worry, I'll protect you."
Naruto stared blankly at the silver-haired youth in front of him, tears welling up in his eyes—tears of joy and warmth.
He nodded vigorously, his voice filled with deep trust and joy: "Yes!"
Kakashi smiled slightly, took Naruto's small hand, and slowly walked towards his own tent in the distance.
"Oh, right, let's have a popsicle..."
Kakashi then broke an ice pop in two...
Handing Naruto the other half of the popsicle...
At that moment, Naruto experienced for the first time what it felt like to be accepted and cared for...
A glimmer of warm hope finally ignited in my once lonely and helpless heart...