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With a crisp click, the icy and murderous look on Link's face instantly collapsed. After letting out a shout, he rubbed his sore cheeks and opened Web Net to look through the photos Utakata had just taken.

"This one's not bad—it can be the cover. Heh heh heh, tall, cool, handsome!"

Watching him carefully select his photos, Utakata sneakily recorded his silly grin.

No, he was filming it.

I suppose this counts as behind-the-scenes footage, Utakata thought.

"I, the Sixth Hokage, will single-handedly topple this world!"

Having finished editing the video, Link slapped on the title, then saved it. When the changes in the main world could be made public, he planned to post it online and enjoy everyone's astonishment, going all out in style.

Quite satisfying.

"Great, things in the main world are basically settled. We'll see how it turns out a month from now."

He still felt a surge of excitement.

Man, playing the role of Aizen with those lines and camera angles was really a blast.

"I'm off to the Fourth World to hang out with Sasuke and the others—wanna come?"

Link asked.

Utakata thought for a moment, then shook his head:

"No, I'm going to study more about film stuff."

"Alright, then I'll head over."

Link took out a scroll for the Funa-tsū, and in the blink of an eye, disappeared into a vortex.

If I'm going to make a movie, Utakata mused inwardly.

He genuinely found filming fascinating. Because with Web Net Video, you can directly extract your memories as footage—recording basically meant capturing your subjective viewpoint, then feeding that data into Web Net for editing. The logic behind the Web Net Video platform was exactly that.

Occasionally, Utakata would upload relaxing videos of scenic shots or blowing soap bubbles, but they rarely got many views. Currently, the mainstream video content on Web Net in the Second World still leaned into the more adult side.

A lot of it was more or less smut, not easily regulated. The root cause was that Web Net still lacked any formal management. The Shinobi Alliance was too busy to handle it, and though Link had proposed a few rules, none had yet been implemented. Presumably, Tobirama didn't really mind. After all, for ninjas who were used to killing and violence, a bit of lewd or gambling content hardly mattered. Otherwise, how would places like Funfun Street or Tanzaku Town exist near Konoha?

In the past, Utakata's leisure time mostly meant being alone somewhere quiet, blowing soap bubbles and letting them drift free in the air, even if they would burst beneath the sun's rays—still drifting freely for a lifetime.

Later, he discovered that what he really admired was the bubbles' freedom. Yet once he became truly free, he felt at a loss, not knowing what to do or where to go. Then Link had grabbed him and assigned him a purpose.

That felt reassuring.

After that, he gained another hobby: observing others from the shadows. He'd watch their joys and sorrows without making a sound, unnoticed, traveling all around the village, watching different faces—different lives. He found a certain out-of-the-world enjoyment in their emotions.

But just yesterday, Link asked him to film, intending to create a "movie." Utakata suddenly realized he himself was also quite enthusiastic about it—taking all the scenes he witnessed and turning them into a coherent story from his viewpoint, sharing it with others. He wouldn't have to show his own face, merely film others.

I want to create a movie all about Link,

Utakata thought excitedly.

He hadn't felt such a rush of excitement in a long time.

Hmm, from what Link taught me, the category of his story is probably—

A comedy, right?

…

Fourth World.

Tap…

Once Link landed, he instinctively held his breath—only to realize the previously foul-smelling public toilet had been torn down, replaced by clusters of Mock Lemon. Cautiously letting out a breath, he caught a familiar scent.

He raised an eyebrow. In the past, Sasuke had planted Mock Lemon in the yard at home, telling him that the flower's symbolism meant: "Where there is love, life will blossom."

"Who on earth replaced the toilet with these plants?"

He let out a knowing smile, then used the Web Net to contact his own Sasuke, sending a message.

"We're busy fighting Edo Tensei Madara."

Sasuke from the main world sent a brief voice note plus a short memory snippet. In that memory, Sasuke was standing upon his Susano'o, which was engaged in fierce combat with another massive Susano'o.

So in the end, Black Zetsu must have resurrected Madara via Edo Tensei…

Link wasn't too surprised.

They hadn't captured Yakushi Kabuto, Tobi had escaped, the Rinnegan was stolen, the backup Indra reincarnation Sasuke had vanished… If Black Zetsu wasn't stirring up trouble, it really wouldn't be Black Zetsu.

Then let's hurry over to help Sasuke.

He stepped aside some distance away before summoning the Earth Dragon. After all, channeling it would forcefully manipulate the underground terrain, and he didn't want to damage the flowers Sasuke had planted.

Even without Utakata as a power source, his longtime training had expanded his chakra capacity to rival Kisame, the Tailed Beast with no tail. Lately, he rarely needed to pop ration pills, and using ninjutsu freely wasn't an issue. He was basically free from the "low-chakra clan" label now.

Still, not having Utakata around was somewhat inconvenient—he had no "director/cinematographer." He gave a quick sigh, had a Shadow double help him tidy his outfit, put on that pair of glasses, and got himself ready for a bit of show.

That direction?

Swiftly, he sensed the location of Sasuke and soared off on his Earth Dragon. Based on the readings, they were near a place called the "Mountain Graveyard." Could this be a "Fourth War" scenario? He wasn't sure. But from the massive swirl of chakras, with countless White Zetsu and an allied ninja army, it seemed the entire region was locked in a raging war.

And from the Web Net, it looked like both Final-Hokage Sasuke and Fourth World Sasuke were fighting side by side, so presumably, it wasn't that big a crisis.

No need to worry about the main battlefield's death toll, which had zero bearing on him. Helping his own Sasuke was top priority, so he had the Earth Dragon accelerate toward the Mountain Graveyard.

Far off, he could make out two towering giants locked in combat: Edo Madara was clearly holding the advantage. Even without a real Rinnegan, Madara's underlying power overshadowed them. In just one glance, Link swung out a massive Chakra Scalpel, letting a few Eight Gates Shadow clones hurl it forward, and broadcast over Web Net:

"Catch, buddy!"

With the rapport they'd built up, Sasuke immediately controlled Susano'o to grab the incoming blade.

"Slash!"

In a single stroke, from being on the back foot a moment ago, that colossal Susano'o sliced the opponent into two halves.

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