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Chapter 273 Uchiha Madara: The Meaning of Wandering... Unable to Distinguish Between Reality and Rea

Chapter 273 Uchiha Madara: The Meaning of Wandering... Unable to Distinguish Between Reality and Reality

Seeing that his accusations had failed to elicit any reaction from Hiruzen Sarutobi and Tsunade, Danzo's anger grew even stronger, his old face contorted with rage and resentment.

He took a deep breath, and it looked like he was about to explode again.

"Enough! Danzo!"

Just as Danzo was about to speak, Hiruzen Sarutobi suddenly roared.

At the same time, he slammed his pipe heavily on the table, sending ash flying everywhere.

"Haven't you caused enough trouble? Haven't you embarrassed us enough? Shut up!"

Disappointment was written all over Hiruzen Sarutobi's eyes, and his merciless reprimand in front of everyone stunned Danzo.

Immediately, a deeper sense of humiliation and anger surged into Danzo's heart.

His face turned ashen, and he opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Hiruzen Sarutobi slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, forcibly suppressing the anger and frustration in his heart.

Then, he turned his head slightly and looked at Tsunade in the main seat.

After all, Tsunade is the Hokage right now, and she has to make all the decisions.

Tsunade immediately understood, nodded with a frosty look in her eyes, and directly ordered in a deep voice towards the door: "Someone come here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several dark figures flashed by, and a few capable-looking ANBU members appeared in the office, kneeling on one knee: "Lord Hokage!"

"Take Elder Danzo back to where he belongs. Increase the number of guards and keep a close watch on him! No one is allowed to approach without my direct order."

Tsunade's voice was cold and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.

"yes!"

The members of the Anbu (secret branch) answered in unison, immediately stood up, and expressionlessly surrounded Danzo.

"You—you dare!"

Danzo was so angry that he trembled all over, and even his voice was shaking.

"Hiruzen! You shameless old bastard—you release me from the dungeon to use me as a pawn when you need to use me—"

"Now that I've resolved the matter, you all want to push all the blame onto me and then kick me aside—"

"You shameless coward! Konoha will be destroyed by cowards like you sooner or later!"

However, in the face of Danzo's frantic shouting, the others in the office—Tsunade, Hiruzen Sarutobi, Jiraiya, and even Kakashi—simply watched him quietly, as if he were a clown jumping around.

No one responded, and no one stepped in to stop the Dark Division's actions.

In the end, several Anbu members forcibly restrained Danzo and dragged him out of the Hokage's office.

The Hokage's office, which was spacious, finally returned to silence.

However, a heavy, oppressive atmosphere still lingered in the air.

Tsunade rubbed her throbbing temples before turning her gaze to Kakashi, who had been silent since the beginning.

"Kakashi————"

Tsunade frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Now that there are no outsiders, tell me, what exactly happened back then? We all know Pain's strength. How exactly did you rescue Danzo from him?"

The room fell silent as everyone looked at Kakashi, awaiting his answer.

Kakashi remained silent for a moment when questioned by the Hokage.

He turned his head and glanced at Jiraiya, who was standing silently by the window, his eyes filled with a complex and unreadable expression.

"Actually—Payne—didn't make things difficult for me."

Upon hearing this, Tsunade's pupils constricted sharply, and she exclaimed in disbelief, "What?!"

Jiraiya turned around and looked at Kakashi with a serious expression: "You mean—?"

Kakashi didn't offer any further explanation.

He gently shook his head and said calmly, "I'm sorry, but I can't give a reasonable explanation for this either."

For a moment, the office was silent.

On the other side, it was already broad daylight.

Sasuke remained sitting alone on the cold wooden threshold, motionless.

His gaze remained fixed on the path leading into the distance outside the courtyard.

Whenever there was the slightest disturbance, he would immediately hold his breath and activate his Sharingan, turning his gaze toward the direction from which the sound came.

However, he was always disappointed. The noises were just the rustling of leaves in the breeze, and no one actually appeared.

That powerful figure clad in red armor has not reappeared since leaving last night.

It seems—he really isn't coming back.

The sun finally rose completely above the horizon, and the morning light filled the courtyard.

Sasuke sighed inwardly, his last shred of hope completely dashed.

He slowly closed his sore eyes, buried his head in his crossed arms, and curled up in the corner of the doorway.

The elder brother was like this, and so were our ancestors.

In the end, he didn't have a single clansman who truly stayed by his side.

Just as that heavy sense of loss was about to engulf Sasuke completely.

"Sasuke!"

Suddenly, a spirited shout came from afar.

Immediately afterwards, a series of chaotic footsteps came running along the path from afar.

Sasuke was startled and abruptly looked up in the direction of the sound.

The first thing that caught his eye was a head of short, golden, spiky hair.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed Naruto.

He was running towards us excitedly, waving his arms.

"Naruto! Slow down—"

Sakura's panting shouts came from not far behind.

Sakura followed closely behind, accompanied by a red-haired girl wearing glasses.

The red-haired girl walked a little slower, but still jogged to keep up, her face full of curiosity as she looked around at the ancient mansion.

Sasuke was stunned for a moment, then seemed to realize something and quickly raised his sleeve to wipe the remaining moisture from the corner of his eyes.

He quickly concealed his earlier dejection and tried his best to appear calm and nonchalant.

"Yo, Sasuke!" Naruto rushed up to Sasuke in a few strides and stood with his hands on his hips.

He smiled brightly, revealing a set of pearly white teeth.

"You're sitting here all alone, are you waiting for us? Haha!"

Naruto joked casually, completely oblivious to the strange look in Sasuke's expression just now.

At that moment, Sakura ran up to him, slightly out of breath, and asked with concern, "Good morning, Sasuke-kun! Why are you sitting here? Aren't you cold?"

"I'm fine." Sasuke shook his head, his voice still a little hoarse from not sleeping all night.

To avoid arousing Sakura's suspicion, he quickly turned his head away from her probing gaze and turned his eyes to the red-haired girl beside him, his eyes filled with doubt.

"Ah, right!" Naruto suddenly realized, slapped his forehead, and quickly pulled the red-haired girl closer, grinning as he said, "Sasuke, Kaori's off today, so I brought her along to help!"

"Hello, Sasuke-kun." Kaori was suddenly pushed in front of Sasuke by Naruto, and she was a little flustered. She quickly straightened up.

She adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose and greeted him softly.

Sasuke nodded: "Hello."

His tone was calm and unhurried, but it was a polite response to Xiang.

After he finished speaking, his gaze swept over Naruto, Sakura, and Kaori's faces one by one.

Several pairs of warm, concerned eyes and bright, smiling faces, like the warm sunshine, dispelled the cold despondency that had been icy in his heart.

Sasuke spoke in a low, natural tone: "—I've been waiting for you."

As soon as he said it, he felt a little awkward, and his voice was no longer as calm as usual.

Naruto, completely oblivious to his discomfort, exclaimed excitedly, "Oh! I knew it!"

Sasuke felt his ears burning and quickly coughed to cover his embarrassment before turning around and walking into the mansion.

"Let's go, there's still a lot to clean up today," he said in a deep voice.

"Okay!"

Naruto excitedly raised his arms and cheered, becoming the first to catch up with Sasuke.

"We must clean this place until it shines brightly today!" he shouted with great enthusiasm.

Sakura followed closely behind, glancing at Sasuke's somewhat forlorn figure as she walked, a look of worry creeping into her eyes.

Xiang carefully walked at the back, following the group step by step, while curiously looking left and right, examining the simple and solemn layout and furnishings of the Uchiha ancestral home.

On the other side, in an underground cave within the Land of Grass.

Obito and Zetsu had disappeared at the end of the passage deep inside the cave.

With their departure, the cave returned to a deathly silence.

On the stone seat, Madara Uchiha sat quietly.

After the last chakra fluctuation belonging to someone else in the cave completely dissipated, his back, which had been ramrod straight like a pine tree, finally relaxed slightly.

A strong sense of fatigue instantly washed over me.

For a full day and night, I engaged in a fierce battle with another version of myself.

This is a near-extreme test of willpower and spirit.

Even in his resurrected body, Madara Uchiha felt an unprecedented weariness.

He slowly closed his eyes, letting his mind drift away for a moment.

In a daze, Obito's alluring words echoed uncontrollably in his mind again: "Enter that dream world yourself—experience it for yourself—"

Those few words lingered in his mind, refusing to leave.

Madara Uchiha frowned and snorted coldly, "Hmph—experiencing a dream? Boring!"

"True reality will be reshaped by my own hands."

"Project Eye of the Moon is the only truth and salvation!"

Thinking of this, Madara Uchiha slowly closed his eyes.

He tilted his head back, leaned against the stone seat, and let out a long breath.

The chakra that had been surging around his body gradually calmed down.

He needs to rest.

Only by recovering to his peak condition as soon as possible can he handle the upcoming plans.

However, Madara Uchiha could never have imagined that the cooldown period for Shigure's Dream Experience Scroll had already ended.

As the saying goes, you have something to think about every day and something to dream about at night.

When Madara Uchiha regained consciousness, he immediately sensed a strange feeling he had never experienced before.

What you smell is no longer the cold, damp air of the cave, but instead a faint, delicate fragrance.

The tactile sensation supporting the body was no longer that of a cold, hard stone seat, but rather like—a soft? bouncy cushion?

Madara Uchiha suddenly opened his eyes!

What came into view was no longer a dark and cold cave, but a rather spacious Japanese-style room.

The room is furnished elegantly and simply, yet it exudes a refined and sophisticated taste.

At this moment, he is sitting upright on a soft and comfortable tatami mat.

Looking to the side, a huge Uchiha fan-shaped family crest hangs on the wooden wall of the Japanese-style room.

Madara Uchiha's pupils suddenly contracted, his Sharingan instantly activated, and he warily scanned his surroundings.

He slowly rose to his feet, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Just then, an even more shocking truth came to mind.

Madara Uchiha clearly felt that what he was controlling at this moment was a truly living and vibrant body of flesh and blood!

Blood was surging through my veins, my heart was beating strongly, and my limbs were filled with a vibrant sense of power.

This body is completely different from the one that was previously resurrected using Edo Tensei and could only be barely driven by chakra.

Madara Uchiha subconsciously raised one hand, opened his palm and slowly clenched it into a fist, with a series of cracking sounds coming from his joints.

Yes, that's exactly the feeling!

This tangible power—

Madara Uchiha frowned, trying his best to mobilize the chakra within his body.

As a result, that familiar yet even more surging and powerful force immediately flowed through his body as easily as if it were his own arm, without any stagnation.

This dream world is so real!

Madara Uchiha muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly, without even realizing it.

As the mastermind behind the Infinite Tsukuyomi Project, he knows better than anyone the limits of illusion.

Even his ideal of a perfect and eternal dream is based on nothing more than spiritual fulfillment and can never replicate every detail of the real world.

However, the realism presented by this dream world has far exceeded the scope of ordinary illusions.

It's like—a complete reconstruction of reality!

How is this possible?!

[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Uchiha Madara have been detected. Emotional value +600!]

Madara Uchiha was deeply shocked and could not calm down for a long time.

For the first time, he began to waver and question the Eye of the Moon plan, which he had always firmly believed in.

Could it be that the truth he so desperately sought was not the only answer to peace?

Madara Uchiha suppressed the turmoil in his heart, closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his eyes had regained some composure.

He slowly exhaled a long breath, his mind racing as he analyzed the current situation.

Regardless, he should make the best of it and gather as much intelligence as possible!

Looking around, Madara Uchiha quickly noticed a delicate clothes rack in the corner of the room.

A dark-colored kimono haori hung neatly on the clothes rack, with a striking Uchiha clan crest embroidered on the back.

Madara Uchiha stepped forward, took the haori off the rack, and casually draped it over his shoulders.

Dark fabric draped down his muscular body, the hem of his clothes fluttering gently.

The moment he put on the haori, he almost instinctively straightened his back, his whole demeanor becoming calm and dignified.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to his peak state!

Madara Uchiha calmly gathered his disheveled long hair behind him, then strode towards the entrance of the room.

He reached out and opened the wooden door of the Japanese-style room, stepped out of the room, and onto the outer veranda.

Just as I stepped out of the room...

"Good morning, Chieftain!"

A unified voice suddenly rang out less than two zhang away from him, filled with awe and fervor.

Madara Uchiha's eyes sharpened, and he quickly turned his head to look.

On either side of the eaves, there stood a young ninja dressed in traditional Uchiha clan attire.

The two men stood solemnly, their bodies ramrod straight as spears, their heads held high, their eyes fixed on him with burning intensity, almost as if they were looking up at a deity.

A ripple of emotion stirred within Madara Uchiha's heart.

But he quickly suppressed this feeling with his strong self-control.

He quickly composed himself, put his hands behind his back, and nodded sternly, which was a brief response to the greetings from the two clansmen.

The two Uchiha ninjas were flattered and stood even straighter, their faces flushed with excitement, and their eyes were practically overflowing with admiration.

Madara Uchiha looked at them, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.

Chieftain—how many years has it been since we last heard that title?

He thought such a scene would never happen again.

Now, even though it was in a dream, he saw his clansmen standing loyally and respectfully on both sides, which inevitably touched Madara Uchiha's heart.

However, due to his long-standing cold and hard nature, he did not show it on his face at all.

Madara Uchiha stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze slowly sweeping over the familiar yet unfamiliar corridor of the mansion before him—everything was so real it was impeccable.

It was as if time had turned back, and he had returned to the heyday of his clan, when his call was answered by a hundred men.

After a moment of silence, a barely perceptible smile slowly appeared on Madara Uchiha's lips.

"That's interesting."

[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Uchiha Madara have been detected. Emotional value +200!]

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