NOVEL WEB Chapter 134: Chapter 134: Chibaku Tensei
"Stop wasting your energy, Madara. You can't kill me."
Black Zetsu sneered, watching Madara endlessly unleash ninjutsu and sealing techniques against him.
Like mud, his body constantly reformed, while every sealing technique and jutsu was quickly nullified. Black Zetsu's initial panic had long since transformed into unshakable confidence.
Madara's brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't stop. His hands weaved seals rapidly, summoning flames of terrifying heat that engulfed Black Zetsu in an instant. Yet only seconds later, the flames dissolved into nothingness.
The intricate sealing formulas inscribed all over Black Zetsu's body, products of Madara's sealing techniques, had no effect.
"I am the will of the progenitor of chakra. Ordinary techniques like these are meaningless against me!"
A distorted, human-like face appeared on the pitch-black mass of mud, its tone filled with arrogance.
Born of Yin-Yang Release, Black Zetsu was immune to any attack that lacked the power of the Sage of Six Paths. And Madara, at this moment, no longer had access to his Rinnegan.
Meanwhile, Obito had already escaped. Once he recovered, rescuing Black Zetsu would be a simple matter.
Hearing this, Madara finally stopped his futile efforts. His expression became somewhat awkward as he muttered, "If that's the case, then I'll have to call in someone who can handle you."
It was humiliating. He'd once vowed to personally deal with Black Zetsu, who had deceived him. Now, he was forced to rely on the very person he had criticized—Senju Tobirama.
Reaching into his robe, Madara pulled out a Flying Thunder God kunai, the tool Tobirama had given him for communication.
Channeling a small amount of chakra into the kunai, Madara smirked at Black Zetsu, as if trying to etch the sight of him into his memory.
"Hmph. Even if you call Senju Tobirama, there's nothing he can do!"
Black Zetsu trembled under Madara's penetrating gaze but still managed to respond defiantly.
"Is that so..."
Madara's lips curled into a faint smile, choosing not to reply. Beside him, a bright flash of light appeared.
"Madara, what's going on?"
Tobirama dusted off his clothes as he appeared, his tone curt.
He had just finished sealing Obito's eyes for transport back to Konoha when Madara's signal interrupted him. Without hesitation, he came.
The situation in Kumogakure was already under control—his shadow clone was handling it. The presence of Black Zetsu here meant that Madara wanted to deal with the creature personally, so Tobirama hadn't interfered.
But now, it was clear something had gone wrong, forcing Madara to call for help.
"Tobirama! Perfect timing! This pile of black mud... I can't kill it."
Madara's voice trailed off awkwardly, gesturing at Black Zetsu with clear reluctance. Asking for help wasn't his style, and it clearly pained him to admit defeat.
"Heh, even the great Madara needs help sometimes," Tobirama chuckled, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.
"Hmph. If only I had my Rinnegan..." Madara muttered, looking away.
His experience told him exactly how to deal with Black Zetsu. But with his Rinnegan in Obito's possession, Madara was powerless to act.
Without further banter, Tobirama stepped toward Black Zetsu, crouching slightly to inspect the muddy figure.
"Senju Tobirama!!"
Black Zetsu roared in fury, glaring at Tobirama with unbridled hatred.
The thousand-year plan to resurrect his mother had been completely derailed by this man. How could he stay calm?
"Black Zetsu... or should I call you Ōtsutsuki Black Zetsu? For someone who's spent centuries manipulating others, it's ironic to see you reduced to this state," Tobirama remarked coldly.
"Hmph. So what?" Black Zetsu snapped.
"But how... How does a mere mortal like you know all this?"
That question had gnawed at Black Zetsu for ages. Not even the Sage of Six Paths had known of his existence. Each generation of Indra and Ashura's reincarnations fell neatly into the traps he laid. How could a mere human—Senju Tobirama—know the truth?
"Save your questions for eternity," Tobirama said indifferently.
"Oh, and by the way, Obito is already taken care of," he added with a smirk.
He wasn't about to tell Black Zetsu he had essentially "read the script."
"You can't kill me," Black Zetsu sneered, though the news of Obito's defeat clearly unsettled him. No matter. As long as no one had the means to kill or seal him, time was his ally.
"If Kaguya's other two sons had been as filial as you, the entire shinobi world might have been under your family's rule," Tobirama mused aloud.
"Bah! Hagoromo and Hamura, those ungrateful wretches, don't deserve to be called Mother's children!" Black Zetsu hissed, for once agreeing with his enemy.
"Since you're so loyal to her, I'll grant you the same fate as your mother." Tobirama smiled faintly.
"What do you mean?"
Black Zetsu froze, unable to grasp the meaning behind Tobirama's words.
But he soon understood.
Tobirama's eyes transformed in an instant, revealing the rippling blue patterns of the Rinnegan.
"No... That's impossible!"
Black Zetsu's voice trembled with disbelief.
"Chibaku Tensei!"
A dark, ominous sphere formed in Tobirama's hands. With a low growl, he unleashed it, creating a powerful gravitational force that began pulling soil and rock from the ground.
"Go!"
Tobirama grabbed the writhing mass of black mud and hurled it toward the sphere's center.
"No! NO!"
Black Zetsu's anguished screams echoed as he was sucked into the gravitational core. Regret and despair consumed him as he realized his folly.
Moments later, a massive sphere of earth, several hundred meters in diameter, hovered in the sky.
"Finished," Tobirama murmured, gazing at the suspended orb.
"Well done, Tobirama!"
Madara clapped a hand on Tobirama's shoulder, laughing heartily as he looked at the floating sphere.
One of his greatest grievances had finally been laid to rest.
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