Konoha: From Aburame to God

"I did lose the battle with Hashirama."

The black-robed man admitted it directly, without saying that Hashirama was dead and he was still alive to defend himself.

He continued to say with a vicissitudes of life:

"However, I didn't expect that after decades, there are still Uchiha people who remember me."

"I thought you were all tamed by Konoha and completely forgot about me."

Uchiha Hui heard this, his eyes revealed ecstasy, but he still had a basic sense of vigilance.

"How do you prove that you are Uchiha Hui Madara!"

A sneer came from the black robe.

"Believe it or not, I, Uchiha Madara, have done things all my life, why do I need to explain to you!"

Uchiha Hui believed it eight points when he heard this.

This momentum, this tone, is the Uchiha Madara in his mind.

And he can break into the Uchiha camp silently without alarming anyone, so his strength must be strong.

This explains everything from the side.

"I was originally paying attention to Uchiha Shisui, but I didn't expect you to come into my sight, an Uchiha who is not talented but unwilling to give up."

"Uchiha Shisui... Uchiha Shisui again, is his talent so attractive? I've been working hard too!"

Uchiha Hui was in a bad mood, his face became distorted.

The former spiritual idol, even if he has collapsed in his heart, has a special status.

Now that he heard that he is still not as good as Uchiha Shisui, his sensitive heart was touched, and the killing intent was unconsciously revealed.

Zhiyi looked at Uchiha Hui's distorted appearance, and was not surprised.

Uchiha, it's normal.

But the breath became dangerous, and the momentum was strong, pressing towards Uchiha Hui.

Uchiha Hui was oppressed by the terrifying momentum, breathing was difficult, and his body did not obey orders and did not move.

He forced himself to raise his head and looked at the mysterious man with difficulty, his eyes full of desire and passion for power.

In Uchiha Hui's eyes, Zhiyi's figure became extremely terrifying, and the powerful momentum seemed to distort the space, and the whole person was blurred.

The oppressive momentum became stronger and stronger, and Uchiha Hui gritted his teeth and persisted, and the sweat on his body soaked his sleeves.

When Uchiha Hui couldn't hold on any longer, the terrifying momentum suddenly dissipated.

Uchiha Hui didn't react, and fell directly to the ground, gasping for breath, but his eyes were still staring at Zhiyi.

"Good eyes, full of desire for power, but there are too many people who desire power in Uchiha."

"Are you really Madara-sama?!"

Uchiha Hui showed a respectful look on his face.

This momentum is definitely not possessed by ordinary people. It is wild and huge, as if facing thousands of troops.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I can give you what you want."

The black-robed man didn't care about Uchiha Hui's entanglement with whether he was Uchiha Madara.

It was like a meaningless question, not worth spending energy to explain, and he didn't bother to explain.

"With your talent, it's uncertain whether you can evolve your Sharingan into three magatama in the future."

"It can't attract my attention."

Zhiyi said to Uchiha Hui condescendingly, his tone was very flat, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"But your desire for power has aroused my interest a little."

"Talent..."

Uchiha Hui chewed the words of the mysterious man carefully, his face was very confused.

"Talent... Am I really only able to be a... cannon fodder for my whole life?"

"Absolutely! I want power! Powerful power! Even if it's short-lived!"

Uchiha Hui stared straight at the black-robed man, this was his chance to change his fate.

Immediately-

Uchiha Hui knelt on one knee and said sincerely:

"Lord Madara, please help me, I need power."

"Why should I help you, give me a reason."

Zhiyi said with interest.

"It's not that easy for Uchiha to gain power, otherwise those crazy people who killed their relatives for power would have been invincible long ago."

"With your talent, the resources I put into you can have the same effect as others, or even better."

Uchiha Hui knew that this was Uchiha Madara testing him. If he was really not interested, he would not appear in front of him.

"Mada, others may not be able to give everything for power like me!"

"As long as you can give me power, I will execute it without hesitation no matter what your purpose is! Even if you have plans for me, I will not resist!"

"As long as you give me power!"

Uchiha Hui said seriously, the paranoia in his words was revealed, and a kind of devil was faintly revealed.

Zhiyi heard a creepy laugh.

"Very good, I just like juniors like you."

A knife extended from the chest of the black-robed man, and then gently fell to the ground, and the tip of the knife pierced into the ground, the scene was very terrifying.

"This sword is called Butu Yuhun, it can be said to be a sharp weapon on the battlefield. Plundering lives can quickly enhance your strength."

"But, do you have the ability to use it?"

Uchiha Hui looked at the sword that exuded a faint ominous aura and said firmly:

"I will use it successfully, no matter what the cost."

Zhi Yi saw Uchiha Hui's firm look and reminded:

"Frequent use of Butu Yuhun will cause your soul to be controlled by it until you die in battle, and your soul will become the nourishment of the sword."

"It's fair. As long as it can bring me the power I want, it doesn't matter if I give it my soul."

Uchiha Hui walked slowly to the front of Budō Yuhun, put his hand on the hilt, and then squeezed it hard.

A pure life force and soul energy were transmitted to him through Budō Yuhun.

"This is... power!"

"Haha..."

Uchiha Hui stroked his forehead with one head, raised his head and laughed wildly, joy gushing out uncontrollably.

"Finally... I can finally have powerful power."

He could faintly feel that the knife was touching his soul, even assimilating his soul.

But he didn't care, and even cooperated with Budō Yuhun to assimilate his soul.

In order to gain more power.

"It seems that you are very satisfied. Budō Yuhun was my sword, but it's a pity that it can't keep up with my speed of getting stronger."

The black-robed man said lightly, without any reluctance to Budō Yuhun, and didn't care about the knife at all.

He even cared more about Uchiha Hui than Budō Yuhun.

"I'm looking forward to what surprises you can bring me."

The black-robed man kept folding from top to bottom, very mysterious. After a moment, only a black dot was left on the ground, and then disappeared.

Uchiha Hui didn't care when he saw the black-robed man leave, and stroked the knife in his hand infatuatedly.

"Baby, the war will not stop, it will start soon, and then I will make you full."

The figure of Uchiha Hui was reflected in the blade of Butu Yuhun, and the single magatama quietly evolved into a double magatama.

The scarlet Sharingan slowly turned, looking extremely charming.