Chapter 3: Bad Old Man, You Are Dead!
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Chapter 3: Bad Old Man, You Are Dead!
Shinomiya Aoba did not know that Madara had already checked his memories once when he was unconscious. He also did not know that Madara only saw the residual memories in this body and did not see the memories of his previous life that the system had blocked. Otherwise, he would not be so afraid.
However, after forcing himself to calm down, he suddenly thought that the situation might not be so bad.
Because this body of his was just a four-year-old brat, Madara might not really think that way, and it was even more impossible to put him in his eyes.
And this was an opportunity, an advantage!
Therefore, Shinomiya Aoba maintained the rigid state of his trembling body and said uneasily, "You are... Shinigami... Lor of Death, right?"
As he spoke, he quietly shifted his gaze to the sickle standing next to him.
Sure enough!
All of this did not escape Madara's last eye. He put away the doubts engraved in his bones and thought, 'What is wrong with me? Why did I think of that? It seems I am really old.'
"I am not Shinigami. I just saved you from a group of ninjas, but unfortunately, I only saved you."
Looking at Madara's performance there, Shinomiya Aoba did not believe that the truth was like this, but the last memory of his body was indeed that his mother took him away to avoid the pursuit of a group of ninjas. His father was killed in the village to protect him and his mother.
As for what happened after that, he only remembered a sharp pain coming from his body, and then the whole world went completely dark.
Presumably, he should have been attacked at that time, and his clothes were also tattered, but why was there no injury on his body now?
Without thinking about this, Shinomiya Aoba decided to think of a way to pass this trial first.
So he opened his mouth and said thank you, and then his expression dimmed as if he remembered something very desperate, sad, and terrible.
"It's too early to say thank you now. I will let you repay this kindness." Madara was not in the mood to comfort this little brat. Instead, he calmly told the truth.
However, this was Madara's true character!
To save people without asking for anything in return?
That was a stupid thing that only Senju Hashirama would do!
Even if he, Uchiha Madara, would save someone, it must be for some kind of purpose or a relationship of interest!
And such a straightforward demand for return made Shinomiya Aoba heave a sigh of relief. It seemed that this old monster in front of him did not have any thoughts of abandoning him or killing him. Instead, he was preparing to use him.
This was undoubtedly the best news for the situation where he had no strength to truss a chicken, and any mountain bandit could crush him with one hand!
No matter what, he had to hug this temporarily coarse leg and see if he could get some benefits out of it. After all, he could not help the other party at the moment.
There was also the mission that seemed impossible to complete. He also had some calculations in his heart and found a direction, but it would take a long time to wait.
Therefore, the most important thing was to stay at the current stage and survive!
Therefore, Shinomiya Aoba immediately nodded, "I will definitely repay this kindness. What do I need to do?"
"That golden thigh* that's about to die can't be hugged. First, it's good to have a good relationship with Akatsuki's intelligence in the future."
[*TL Note: Golden thigh is a Chinese idiom, meaning powerful protector]
There was no other way. Shinomiya Aoba could only comfort himself like this.
Fortunately, Black Zetsu had not been released by that guy Madara. Otherwise, there would be another matter that would give him a headache.
....
On this day, Aoba was like usual. After finishing his work in the division, he lay in bed in a daze. He did not know when such a day would come.
But at this moment, a strong tremor immediately swept through the entire secret base.
"Little White, what happened? Is there an earthquake?"
Aoba immediately shouted.
Then, a white figure about his age suddenly emerged from the wall. This Little White was also one of White Zetsu's clones. It could be considered to be specially made for him... as a "playmate"?
"It's not an earthquake. The rocks above a tunnel have collapsed. There are two groups of ninjas fighting outside. The other clones are checking the situation. There will be new information soon." White Zetsu, who looked a little like 'Devil Child Nezha*', said.
[*TL Note: Devil Child Nezha is a well-known deity from Chinese folklore.]
'Ninja battle?'
'The rocks collapsed, and the tunnel?'
'Could it be.... The day finally coming?
Shinomiya Aoba tried hard to recall the plot where 'old age Madara' and Obito met. Then, his eyes lit up as if he finally saw the hope of completing the mission and activating the golden finger.
During the half-year he had been here, it wasn't that he hadn't made any preparations. At the very least, after he had established a good relationship with White Zetsu, a lot of information from the outside world had been revealed by him.
Of course, these actions definitely couldn't be hidden from that old man, but he had never thought of hiding it from the start. After all, his current body didn't pose any threat at all, and it was very confusing.
A little brat who had nothing to do all day was very curious about everything in the outside world. What was wrong? Was there something wrong?
That was definitely very reasonable!
So from what he knew, it was not far from the battle with Kannabi Bridge, and it should be time to calculate the time.
'Humph, as long as that poor kid Obito appears, I will definitely pull out this 'oxygen tube'.'
......
[Author's Note:
PS: Alright, I won't pretend anymore. I'm going to show you my cards! After resting for a month and catching up with new pneumonia, I can only stay at home. It's really boring! So, I looked at my own outline and saw that there were still four or five drafts left. I just waved my hand and uploaded the new book. I hope that everyone can support me more. I can't lose any of the collected books. Okay, okay, okay!]
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Chapter 3: Bad Old Man, You Are Dead!
Shinomiya Aoba did not know that Madara had already checked his memories once when he was unconscious. He also did not know that Madara only saw the residual memories in this body and did not see the memories of his previous life that the system had blocked. Otherwise, he would not be so afraid.
However, after forcing himself to calm down, he suddenly thought that the situation might not be so bad.
Because this body of his was just a four-year-old brat, Madara might not really think that way, and it was even more impossible to put him in his eyes.
And this was an opportunity, an advantage!
Therefore, Shinomiya Aoba maintained the rigid state of his trembling body and said uneasily, "You are... Shinigami... Lor of Death, right?"
As he spoke, he quietly shifted his gaze to the sickle standing next to him.
Sure enough!
All of this did not escape Madara's last eye. He put away the doubts engraved in his bones and thought, 'What is wrong with me? Why did I think of that? It seems I am really old.'
"I am not Shinigami. I just saved you from a group of ninjas, but unfortunately, I only saved you."
Looking at Madara's performance there, Shinomiya Aoba did not believe that the truth was like this, but the last memory of his body was indeed that his mother took him away to avoid the pursuit of a group of ninjas. His father was killed in the village to protect him and his mother.
As for what happened after that, he only remembered a sharp pain coming from his body, and then the whole world went completely dark.
Presumably, he should have been attacked at that time, and his clothes were also tattered, but why was there no injury on his body now?
Without thinking about this, Shinomiya Aoba decided to think of a way to pass this trial first.
So he opened his mouth and said thank you, and then his expression dimmed as if he remembered something very desperate, sad, and terrible.
"It's too early to say thank you now. I will let you repay this kindness." Madara was not in the mood to comfort this little brat. Instead, he calmly told the truth.
However, this was Madara's true character!
To save people without asking for anything in return?
That was a stupid thing that only Senju Hashirama would do!
Even if he, Uchiha Madara, would save someone, it must be for some kind of purpose or a relationship of interest!
And such a straightforward demand for return made Shinomiya Aoba heave a sigh of relief. It seemed that this old monster in front of him did not have any thoughts of abandoning him or killing him. Instead, he was preparing to use him.
This was undoubtedly the best news for the situation where he had no strength to truss a chicken, and any mountain bandit could crush him with one hand!
No matter what, he had to hug this temporarily coarse leg and see if he could get some benefits out of it. After all, he could not help the other party at the moment.
There was also the mission that seemed impossible to complete. He also had some calculations in his heart and found a direction, but it would take a long time to wait.
Therefore, the most important thing was to stay at the current stage and survive!
Therefore, Shinomiya Aoba immediately nodded, "I will definitely repay this kindness. What do I need to do?"
"That golden thigh* that's about to die can't be hugged. First, it's good to have a good relationship with Akatsuki's intelligence in the future."
[*TL Note: Golden thigh is a Chinese idiom, meaning powerful protector]
There was no other way. Shinomiya Aoba could only comfort himself like this.
Fortunately, Black Zetsu had not been released by that guy Madara. Otherwise, there would be another matter that would give him a headache.
....
On this day, Aoba was like usual. After finishing his work in the division, he lay in bed in a daze. He did not know when such a day would come.
But at this moment, a strong tremor immediately swept through the entire secret base.
"Little White, what happened? Is there an earthquake?"
Aoba immediately shouted.
Then, a white figure about his age suddenly emerged from the wall. This Little White was also one of White Zetsu's clones. It could be considered to be specially made for him... as a "playmate"?
"It's not an earthquake. The rocks above a tunnel have collapsed. There are two groups of ninjas fighting outside. The other clones are checking the situation. There will be new information soon." White Zetsu, who looked a little like 'Devil Child Nezha*', said.
[*TL Note: Devil Child Nezha is a well-known deity from Chinese folklore.]
'Ninja battle?'
'The rocks collapsed, and the tunnel?'
'Could it be.... The day finally coming?
Shinomiya Aoba tried hard to recall the plot where 'old age Madara' and Obito met. Then, his eyes lit up as if he finally saw the hope of completing the mission and activating the golden finger.
During the half-year he had been here, it wasn't that he hadn't made any preparations. At the very least, after he had established a good relationship with White Zetsu, a lot of information from the outside world had been revealed by him.
Of course, these actions definitely couldn't be hidden from that old man, but he had never thought of hiding it from the start. After all, his current body didn't pose any threat at all, and it was very confusing.
A little brat who had nothing to do all day was very curious about everything in the outside world. What was wrong? Was there something wrong?
That was definitely very reasonable!
So from what he knew, it was not far from the battle with Kannabi Bridge, and it should be time to calculate the time.
'Humph, as long as that poor kid Obito appears, I will definitely pull out this 'oxygen tube'.'
......
[Author's Note:
PS: Alright, I won't pretend anymore. I'm going to show you my cards! After resting for a month and catching up with new pneumonia, I can only stay at home. It's really boring! So, I looked at my own outline and saw that there were still four or five drafts left. I just waved my hand and uploaded the new book. I hope that everyone can support me more. I can't lose any of the collected books. Okay, okay, okay!]
Chapter 3: Bad Old Man, You Are Dead!Shinomiya Aoba did not know that Madara had already checked his memories once when he was unconscious. He also did not know that Madara only saw the residual memories in this body and did not see the memories of his previous life that the system had blocked. Otherwise, he would not be so afraid. However, after forcing himself to calm down, he suddenly thought that the situation might not be so bad. Because this body of his was just a four-year-old brat, Madara might not really think that way, and it was even more impossible to put him in his eyes. And this was an opportunity, an advantage! Therefore, Shinomiya Aoba maintained the rigid state of his trembling body and said uneasily, "You are... Shinigami... Lor of Death, right?" As he spoke, he quietly shifted his gaze to the sickle standing next to him. Sure enough! All of this did not escape Madara's last eye. He put away the doubts engraved in his bones and thought, 'What is wrong with me? Why did I think of that? It seems I am really old.' "I am not Shinigami. I just saved you from a group of ninjas, but unfortunately, I only saved you." Looking at Madara's performance there, Shinomiya Aoba did not believe that the truth was like this, but the last memory of his body was indeed that his mother took him away to avoid the pursuit of a group of ninjas. His father was killed in the village to protect him and his mother. As for what happened after that, he only remembered a sharp pain coming from his body, and then the whole world went completely dark. Presumably, he should have been attacked at that time, and his clothes were also tattered, but why was there no injury on his body now? Without thinking about this, Shinomiya Aoba decided to think of a way to pass this trial first. So he opened his mouth and said thank you, and then his expression dimmed as if he remembered something very desperate, sad, and terrible. "It's too early to say thank you now. I will let you repay this kindness." Madara was not in the mood to comfort this little brat. Instead, he calmly told the truth. However, this was Madara's true character! To save people without asking for anything in return? That was a stupid thing that only Senju Hashirama would do! Even if he, Uchiha Madara, would save someone, it must be for some kind of purpose or a relationship of interest! And such a straightforward demand for return made Shinomiya Aoba heave a sigh of relief. It seemed that this old monster in front of him did not have any thoughts of abandoning him or killing him. Instead, he was preparing to use him. This was undoubtedly the best news for the situation where he had no strength to truss a chicken, and any mountain bandit could crush him with one hand! No matter what, he had to hug this temporarily coarse leg and see if he could get some benefits out of it. After all, he could not help the other party at the moment. There was also the mission that seemed impossible to complete. He also had some calculations in his heart and found a direction, but it would take a long time to wait. Therefore, the most important thing was to stay at the current stage and survive! Therefore, Shinomiya Aoba immediately nodded, "I will definitely repay this kindness. What do I need to do?" "That golden thigh* that's about to die can't be hugged. First, it's good to have a good relationship with Akatsuki's intelligence in the future." *TL Note: Golden thigh is a Chinese idiom, meaning powerful protector There was no other way. Shinomiya Aoba could only comfort himself like this. Fortunately, Black Zetsu had not been released by that guy Madara. Otherwise, there would be another matter that would give him a headache. .... On this day, Aoba was like usual. After finishing his work in the division, he lay in bed in a daze. He did not know when such a day would come. But at this moment, a strong tremor immediately swept through the entire secret base. "Little White, what happened? Is there an earthquake?" Aoba immediately shouted. Then, a white figure about his age suddenly emerged from the wall. This Little White was also one of White Zetsu's clones. It could be considered to be specially made for him... as a "playmate"? "It's not an earthquake. The rocks above a tunnel have collapsed. There are two groups of ninjas fighting outside. The other clones are checking the situation. There will be new information soon." White Zetsu, who looked a little like 'Devil Child Nezha*', said. *TL Note: Devil Child Nezha is a well-known deity from Chinese folklore. 'Ninja battle?' 'The rocks collapsed, and the tunnel?' 'Could it be.... The day finally coming? Shinomiya Aoba tried hard to recall the plot where 'old age Madara' and Obito met. Then, his eyes lit up as if he finally saw the hope of completing the mission and activating the golden finger. During the half-year he had been here, it wasn't that he hadn't made any preparations. At the very least, after he had established a good relationship with White Zetsu, a lot of information from the outside world had been revealed by him. Of course, these actions definitely couldn't be hidden from that old man, but he had never thought of hiding it from the start. After all, his current body didn't pose any threat at all, and it was very confusing. A little brat who had nothing to do all day was very curious about everything in the outside world. What was wrong? Was there something wrong? That was definitely very reasonable! So from what he knew, it was not far from the battle with Kannabi Bridge, and it should be time to calculate the time. 'Humph, as long as that poor kid Obito appears, I will definitely pull out this 'oxygen tube'.' ...... Author's Note: PS: Alright, I won't pretend anymore. I'm going to show you my cards! After resting for a month and catching up with new pneumonia, I can only stay at home. It's really boring! So, I looked at my own outline and saw that there were still four or five drafts left. I just waved my hand and uploaded the new book. I hope that everyone can support me more. I can't lose any of the collected books. Okay, okay, okay!
