Chapter 512

After nearly half a month of coma, Uchiha Madara, whose body had successfully self-repaired, woke up slowly. What entered his eyes were gray-brown rock walls, and oil lamps with faint light hung on the walls. In the flickering firelight, his scattered consciousness gradually returned to his body.

"Strange ceiling."

Not just the primitive-style ceiling above his head, everything around him made Uchiha Madara feel strange. The fresh earthy smell at the tip of his nose made him judge that he was currently underground.

Looking down at the simple hospital gown he was wearing and the plain white bed sheets and quilt covers, his frown furrowed slightly.

This place, like a dungeon, was definitely not Konoha.

Could it be that he, like Hashirama, was captured by that strange man?

Once this thought arose, Uchiha Madara subconsciously refined the chakra in his body, but the result made him relax slightly.

There was no restraint in his body as he imagined. Chakra flowed wantonly in the meridians, and the scars on his body that had been pierced by black rods had disappeared without a trace.

"Where exactly is this place?"

The doubt in Uchiha Madara's heart only increased, where exactly was he?

If he was really captured, then the enemy's heart was too big; they simply didn't take him seriously.

Uchiha Madara, who was getting angrier the more he thought about it, turned over and got out of bed, but stumbled after walking a few steps.

"How long have I been lying down?"

The strangeness of his legs made him feel at a loss. Could it be that he had been in a coma for a long time?

"Tick~ tick~"

While pondering, a burst of footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door. Uchiha Madara's gaze condensed, and he quickly turned back to the bed, pretending to be still in a coma.

Due to the unknown of his current situation, he decided to remain still and see exactly what kind of person had locked him in this cold and damp place.

"Creak~"

Accompanied by the sound of the door opening, a strong black shadow walked in carrying a pile of clothes. Uchiha Madara quietly opened a slit of his eyes and, borrowing the dim firelight, a familiar face appeared in his field of vision.

Hashirama!

Uchiha Madara almost jumped up, but he still suppressed the excitement in his heart and chose to continue watching.

"Phew~"

A second later, Uchiha Madara felt the quilt on his body being suddenly lifted, scaring him into a tense state. Fortunately, the other party's attention was not on him, so he wasn't exposed.

"Human bodies are truly troublesome."

The familiar voice of Senju Hashirama sounded in his ear, but the tone made him feel very strange.

He is not Hashirama!

With just one sentence, Uchiha Madara saw through the true identity of the fake Senju Hashirama in front of him. This was an impostor wearing the skin of his best friend.

Once he thought that the other party was a clone of Senju Hashirama, Uchiha Madara didn't intend to continue pretending. He secretly clenched his fists, preparing to end this hateful impostor in one blow.

"Huh?"

Just as he was about to take action, the clone standing beside him suddenly made a surprised sound, which made Uchiha Madara feel a tightness in his heart.

Was he exposed?

Black Zetsu looked at the clean and tidy bed sheet under Uchiha Madara with confusion and blinked slightly with surprise.

Didn't even poop, could it be constipation?

"This won't do!"

While speaking, he reached out directly to grab Uchiha Madara's waistband.

Not pooping on schedule won't do!

This action directly scared Uchiha Madara, who was pretending to be in a coma, not lightly. What does this clone want to do?

Could it be that during his coma, he had already lost the chastity he had guarded for many years?

For a time, Uchiha Madara's heart was in chaos, but the slowly lowered pants forcibly pulled him back to reality. If he didn't take action, his chrysanthemum might be hard to protect.

"Pervert, go to hell!"

Regardless of why the other party's movements were so skillful, he kicked the chest of the clone who was offending him fiercely, his scarlet eyes widened, and the cold and obscure pupil power poured out instantly.

"Huh?"

Black Zetsu, who hadn't pulled his pants down below his crotch, was startled by this sudden change. When did this Indra reincarnation wake up?

"Bam!"

The kick of Uchiha Madara, who had fused Senju Hashirama's power, in a fit of rage was not something to be trifled with. Black Zetsu only felt a pain in his chest, and his whole person flew backward, smashing fiercely against the solid wall.

"Puff"

Vomiting a mouthful of blood with internal organs, Black Zetsu's chest bones were unexpectedly shattered, but the misfortune in the misfortune was that the broken bones didn't pierce into the internal organs, and his life was temporarily safe.

"Damn bastard, what did you do to me while I was in a coma?"

Uchiha Madara, tightly covering his waistband, walked to Black Zetsu, glared at the other party's pale face, and questioned through gritted teeth.

"Cough cough cough... no need to thank me."

If it weren't for Uncle Three taking care of you until now, you kid would have already stunk like a world-class shit-eater.

"I thank your lemon!"

Seeing that the clone was still stubborn, the angry Uchiha Madara raised his leg and added a few more kicks to him, until he kicked the other party's pale big face into a pig's head, which made him feel a little relieved.

"Tell me, where is this, how many people do you have."

The reason Uchiha Madara didn't directly take the little life of the clone in front of him was to collect information. Otherwise, just for the fact that the other party pulled his pants down, it would be enough for him to die eight times.

"Ugh ugh ugh... I... I am... Gin..."

The extremely aggrieved Black Zetsu struggled to open his mouth, which was swollen like a sausage, and used an indistinct voice to defend himself.

"Yo~ your mouth is quite hard, this point is actually a bit like Hashirama."

The pale explanation didn't win Uchiha Madara's forgiveness, but instead gained a round of face-to-face torture.

"Bam!"

"Are you going to say it or not!"

"I..."

"Poof!"

"Give you one last chance!"

"You..."

"Clang!"

"I'll say! I'll say!"

Under a round of indiscriminate torture, Black Zetsu, holding his head, could only raise the white flag with tears streaming down his face.

"Huh? That's it?"

Uchiha Madara smacked his lips with unfinished business and reluctantly put down his fist.

Pulling over a brand-new wooden chair, he looked down at the bruised and swollen clone with a cross-armed posture.

For some reason, seeing the clone with Senju Hashirama's face kneeling in front of him trembling, his heart felt a bit of rare pleasure, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising.

"Hurry up and say it, otherwise you'll have some good juice to drink."

"This is the Graveyard of Mountains in the Land of Iron."

Black Zetsu looked at Uchiha Madara with lingering fear and carefully stated the location where they were currently.

Land of Iron?

How come he came back after a circle?

Uchiha Madara frowned slightly. Could it be that the clone's lair was in the Land of Iron?

"How many accomplices do you have?"

"There's only me here."

Black Zetsu replied truthfully, but found that Uchiha Madara's face became gloomy, so he hurriedly added.

"I saved you from the battlefield?"

Uchiha Madara, who originally thought the clone in front of him wanted to play tricks, was only left with a big 'confused' in his heart after hearing Black Zetsu's words.

"You? Saved me?"

Looking up and down at the aggrieved Black Zetsu, Uchiha Madara was full of suspicion.

Those clones wanted his life, how could they kindly save him?

"Really, believe me, I'm different from them."

Seeing that Uchiha Madara didn't bow down to thank him for saving his life on the spot, but instead was full of suspicion, Black Zetsu was suddenly furious.

So the beating I just took was for nothing?

"Halt! Don't try to fool me, hurry up and confess the intelligence of your organization!"

Uchiha Madara, who was suspicious by nature, wouldn't easily believe Black Zetsu's one-sided words. He immediately put on a straight face and glared with his scarlet Sharingan.

Organization intelligence?

Black Zetsu felt his eyes go black. This question was too difficult; it would be better to test him on the secrets of Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara.

Wait!

A bold thought arose in Black Zetsu's mind. He saw his expression condense, his gaze changed from shrinking to spirited, the previous sneaky temperament was swept away, and he spoke forcefully.

"To tell you the truth, I awakened my original memory in the previous battle, and by this, I broke free from the shackles that man gave me."

"Huh?"

Uchiha Madara, who originally wanted to use the Sharingan to torture him, was stunned. This answer was too unbelievable, making it impossible for him to accept for a moment.

This clone became Hashirama's small account?

"You said you awakened Hashirama's memory, then I ask you, what is Hashirama's favorite food?"

"Ramen."

Because he was addicted to rolling dice, Senju Hashirama only dared to go to cheap and filling ramen shops when he went out to eat.

"What is Hashirama's hobby?"

"Gambling two rounds~"

"What color is Hashirama's underwear?"

"Green."

"Which hand does Hashirama use to support himself when going to the bathroom?"

"Doesn't use hands!"

"Hiss..."

After a round of quick questions and answers, Uchiha Madara looked at the clone who answered fluently and couldn't help but gasp.

Many of the questions he just asked were secrets known only to him and Senju Hashirama. Unless the person himself came, it was absolutely impossible to answer.

Even if the information in Senju Hashirama's brain leaked, the enemy couldn't possibly record such trivial details as which hand he used to support himself when going to the bathroom.

"Now you should believe it, right?"

Looking at the shocked Uchiha Madara, Black Zetsu knew he had bet right.

As a professional mastermind, Black Zetsu had pointed the proficiency of the skill of peeping to max.

Ever since Indra's generation, he had been staring at every reincarnation, recording every word and action of the other party day and night.

This generation was naturally no exception. Even if Uchiha Madara asked him which foot Senju Hashirama stepped out with first every day, he could answer clearly.

If he said that, wouldn't he be...

Uchiha Madara had a complex look. This clone who awakened the original memory was, in a sense, another real Hashirama.

"Sorry."

Recalling his own actions just now, Uchiha Madara couldn't help but feel a bit of guilt in his heart.

"It's okay, it's okay, as long as the misunderstanding is resolved, otherwise my beating would have been for nothing."

Seeing that he had successfully fooled Uchiha Madara, Black Zetsu breathed a sigh of relief, touched his swollen lips, and waved his hand very generously.

"Although I awakened the original memory, I also have my own will. You can call me Second Pillar."

In order not to let his abrupt behavior cause unnecessary suspicion, Black Zetsu directly exposed the secrets first, shaping himself into a clone with Senju Hashirama's memory, rather than a clone of Senju Hashirama's own will.

"Hmm?"

Sure enough, hearing Black Zetsu's explanation, Uchiha Madara frowned imperceptibly.

No wonder the tone and temperament of this clone were completely different from the best friend in his memory. It turned out that while the other party awakened Senju Hashirama's memory, he didn't lose the self-will he had had since birth.

"In that case, you should have intelligence on that man, right?"

Since it was a clone with self-will, it meant he mastered Jigen's secret intelligence.

"I don't know."

Black Zetsu shook his head gently, which made Uchiha Madara's already furrowed brows even tighter, and a bit of suspicion appeared in his eyes.

"Before I awakened the original memory, my consciousness was controlled by that man, unable to control myself, and could only be manipulated by him."

Before extinguishing No. 6's soul fire, Black Zetsu had read the other party's memory and found it was just a blank space.

This body that hadn't absorbed the corresponding Tailed Beast chakra didn't have so-called self-consciousness at all. The only driving force was the order given by Jigen.

"If it weren't for the help of the original memory awakened at the moment of death, I might have continued to do evil like other clones."

"Truly thank him so much."

Black Zetsu talked nonsense with a normal face, but it made Uchiha Madara believe it even more deeply, and the suspicion in his eyes gradually melted away.

"I should also thank you."

Uchiha Madara touched his chest that had been pierced, and his tone softened subconsciously. He had thoroughly believed that this clone was one of his own who had jumped ship.

"He made me do it."

Pointing to his head as if it were true, Black Zetsu replied seriously.

"Phew... you come back to Konoha with me, I will ensure your personal safety."

Looking around, Uchiha Madara set his gaze on Black Zetsu's face. Since this clone betrayed that man to save him, he should get his protection.

Black Zetsu shook his head.

"Are you trying to harm everyone?"

"What do you mean by that?"

Never expected Black Zetsu to refuse so decisively, and what he said made him confused for a while.

Konoha was his lair, not only with strong soldiers and horses under his command, but the whole village was fully supported. Going back would have a hundred benefits and no harm.

"Have you forgotten that man's power?"

"This..."

It didn't matter if he didn't mention it. Uchiha Madara instantly recalled Jigen's terrifying means. He, who already possessed the power to kill Another Knights, was easily handled by the other party in a few rounds.

"There is strength in numbers."

"That kind of strength gap can no longer be made up for by quantity."

In the face of absolute power, human sea tactics seemed so pale.

"Then I can't not go back, right?"

Uchiha Madara thought about the Hokage position he hadn't warmed up yet, and his heart was mixed with flavors. Could it be that he was going to become the Hokage with the shortest term?

"That's right, not only can't you go back, but the connections that should be broken should be broken quickly."

In order to hold Uchiha Madara in his hands, Black Zetsu could be said to have racked his brains.

"You have become that man's target. Going back now will only harm your friends and family in Konoha."

"Then what should I do? Second Pillar."

"In order to save everyone (Mother), please become stronger!" (End of chapter)