"Naruto: Ice God"Chapter 100: What, You've Never Seen a Bleeding Ice Clone?
Kakashi and Rin stood in place, speechless.
Obito, however, kept wiping his eyes, trying to erase that crimson hue, but he couldn't succeed—his vision remained shrouded in deep red.
"Damn it!"
With a desperate roar, Obito's Sharingan evolved into a Three Tomoe Sharingan, the tomoe spinning rapidly.
"Feng Bai, Feng Bai, Feng Bai!"
Accompanied by Obito's anguished cries, the tomoe in his eyes finally locked into a sharp, distinctive pattern.
"Uh, why are you shouting my name so loudly?"
Hearing Obito's roar, Feng Bai emerged from the shadows, looking completely bewildered at the Obito before him.
"Feng Bai, could you explain what's going on here?"
Kakashi stood up with a deadpan expression, pointing at the pile of ice on the ground stained with red liquid.
"What's the big deal? Haven't you ever seen an ice clone before?"
Poking his head to glance at the ice on the ground, Feng Bai rolled his eyes, scoffing at Kakashi's overreaction.
"Why does your ice clone bleed?"
Rin also stood up with exasperation, her hands covered in blood from when she'd tried to treat Feng Bai.
"Blood packs, obviously. How else would I make the enemy believe I was dead?"
Feng Bai replied matter-of-factly. This was a brilliant idea he'd pondered for ages—with blood packs, he'd solved the technical problem of clones not bleeding. While it might not fool elite jonin, it was certainly enough to deceive those less intelligent, weaker fools.
"You guys didn't actually fall for it, did you? No way, no way?"
Seeing Kakashi and Rin both rendered speechless, Feng Bai seemed to realize something and looked genuinely surprised.
"Speaking of which, where's Obito? Why aren't you talking? Weren't you just shouting my name?"
Patting Obito's shoulder, Feng Bai looked at his blood-streaked face with curiosity about his reaction.
"Why so quiet? I just saved your life, you know— Holy shit, your eyes?"
Seeing Obito's vacant stare and the strange pattern in his Sharingan, Feng Bai jolted, staring in disbelief at the guy before him.
"Mangekyō Sharingan?"
As everyone knew, the condition for awakening the Mangekyō Sharingan was for the Sharingan holder to experience tremendous shock, producing a special chakra in the brain that affected the eyes.
Such as witnessing the death of someone important...
Stiffly turning his head to look at the continuously melting ice on the ground, Feng Bai forced a smile more painful than crying: "You guys... really all believed it?"
Kakashi and Rin exchanged glances and nodded at the same frequency.
"What kind of clone bleeds? Rin and I both thought you'd been struck down by the enemy."
Getting his answer, Feng Bai genuinely wanted to cry.
Obito was way too fragile—he'd awakened his Mangekyō Sharingan before Rin even died, which was somewhat disrespectful to the original character development.
So what should he do now? Wasn't it said that people who awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan tended to be somewhat extreme? Would this guy...?
"Feng... Bai..."
Obito, whose eyes had been vacant, finally came to his senses, looking at Feng Bai beside him with a dazed expression and an eerily hollow voice.
Frightened into a cold sweat by Obito's voice, Feng Bai had no choice but to turn and face him: "Hey, Obito! You don't need to thank me for saving your life. As long as you're okay—"
Obito interrupted Feng Bai's words with a powerful embrace.
"Thank goodness you're alright—I'm so relieved you're okay. I really thought you were going to die. We'd finally managed to form a team again..."
Hearing Obito's tearful voice and feeling his genuine concern, Feng Bai was somewhat moved, then spoke helplessly: "Um, you've gotten snot all over my clothes. Could you grab a tissue..."
...
Black Zetsu hadn't witnessed Feng Bai's "resurrection." After slipping away through Oishi's pant leg, he returned to Madara's side with White Zetsu.
"Did you succeed?"
Opening his eyes, Madara looked at the black-and-white hybrid before him.
"I failed..."
Black Zetsu answered in a hoarse voice.
Hearing of Black Zetsu's failure, Uchiha Madara's face showed displeasure. He snorted coldly, closed his eyes again, and his lips moved to give Black Zetsu an appropriate assessment:
"Useless."
Hearing Madara insult him so brazenly, Black Zetsu nearly turned red with rage on the spot.
You reincarnation of Indra—what are you? Just a chess piece, yet you dare scold me here?!
But remembering he still needed this man to revive his mother, Black Zetsu swallowed his anger and continued expressionlessly playing the role of Madara's will incarnate.
"Hmph, at least you're loyal."
Though Madara wanted to discard this useless thing, remembering that Black Zetsu was at least faithful to him, he abandoned the thought.
"Since you failed, abandon that guy completely. The other White Zetsu have made some progress anyway."
Thinking of Uchiha Setsuna, who had already been lured from Konoha by White Zetsu, Madara's mood improved slightly.
With Setsuna, he could save himself the trouble of brainwashing—after all, Setsuna had always claimed to be an inheritor of Madara's will, making explanations much easier. But Setsuna's age was indeed a significant problem...
"I'll give you one more chance. Go bring me that brat from the Kirigakure battlefield."
Feeling that Setsuna alone was somewhat insufficient, Madara decided to send Black Zetsu on another trip. As for Obito, let him be—he was just an insignificant minor character anyway.
"Yes, but Madara-sama, why not choose Uchiha Shisui, who has superior talent?"
Black Zetsu nodded while voicing his thoughts—after all, Madara's other chosen candidate wasn't much stronger than Obito.
"Uchiha Shisui? He's a follower of Hashirama's will, not someone ordinary words can sway. Rather than waste time on that guy, it's better to choose someone more easily influenced. As my creation, you need only follow my instructions—there's no need to use your nonexistent brain to contemplate personnel selection."
Being mocked as brainless in every word, Black Zetsu heated up with rage once again.
He really wanted to reach out and eliminate this stinking old man, then step on his face and tell him: You're nothing but a chess piece I, Lord Black Zetsu, have been manipulating! Even your dreams were personally forged by me! What are you worth?!
For mother, for mother.
Remembering Kaguya's face, Black Zetsu, who hadn't felt maternal love for over a thousand years, suppressed his fury and obediently set out for the Kirigakure battlefield according to Madara's orders.
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