Chapter 13 My vision will never be wrong! (Ch 13)

An extremely simple statement.
But it contains enough confidence and domineering power to overwhelm the entire ninja world.
Uchiha Madara.
These four words weighed heavily on the air, as if they had real weight, making the already thin air in the cave even more stagnant.
They represent absolute power in themselves.
It represents the huge shadow cast by a bygone era that has not yet dissipated.
It represents the supreme deterrence that once swept across an era.
He once fought side by side with Hashirama Senju, who was known as the “God of Ninja”, and established the initial order in that age of blood and fire.
He also turned against his best friend and left behind earth-shaking traces of battle in the Valley of the End.
He had experienced the cruel baptism of blood and corpses in the Warring States Period, where every inch of land was soaked in hatred and death.
He also witnessed the establishment of the ninja village system with his own eyes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful surface, there were still undercurrents.
He planned countless conspiracies, like a poisonous snake lurking in the deepest depths, patiently waiting for the opportunity.
It has set off countless bloody storms and spread the seeds of hatred to every corner of the world.
Just a rising star from the Sand Village.
A young man who might have gained some power by some unknown luck.
In the eyes of Uchiha Madara, how big a storm can it cause?
Just a slightly more interesting ant.
A bug that jumps a little higher and makes a little louder sound.
Black Zetsu was silent.
The figure in the shadow seemed to become more solid, as if even the will that constituted him was contracted by this domineering aura.
The light deep in the cave was dim, with only the huge outline of the Outer Golem casting a suffocating shadow.
Of course he knew how terrifying the old man in front of him was.
Even though Uchiha Madara is now so old that he seems like he will turn into dust in the next second.
Even his breathing made a rumbling sound like a bellows.
The power contained in his body, the chakra that was once enough to shake mountains and rivers, although dormant, has not disappeared.
His combat experience and wisdom are instincts honed from countless life-and-death battles.
It is still the top existence in this world.
It is because of such profound understanding that Black Zetsu chose him.
He chose this man who once stood at the pinnacle of the ninja world as the key chess piece to implement his mother’s resurrection plan, the so-called “Infinite Tsukuyomi” plan.
What he was worried about was never Uchiha Madara’s safety.
Even if this old guy is only breathing his last breath, he is not someone that can be easily shaken by any nobody.
What Black Zetsu is really worried about is the variable Moze.
A variable that suddenly appeared and seemed to have some unknown connection with the Outer Path Golem.
That hidden chakra.
That strange puppetry that could summon some of the power of the Outer Statue.
All of this made Black Zetsu’s non-physical heart feel vaguely uneasy.
He is scared.
That strange puppetry technique could even vaguely summon some of the power of the Outer Path Golem.
All of this made Black Zetsu’s non-physical heart feel as if it was being tightened by an invisible hand, and he felt a hint of uneasiness deep in his bones.
This uneasiness does not come from fear of power.
It stems from the fear of the unknown.
He is scared.
He was afraid that Moze might know something that had been buried by time, about the true history of his mother Kaguya and the sacred tree.
Those truths that he carefully tampered with, erased, and guided in the wrong direction.
He was afraid that this sudden change would have an impact on Uchiha Madara’s already deeply rooted cognition.
It may even shake the foundation of the entire Moon Eye Project.
That was the road he had spent thousands of years to build, painstakingly and painstakingly, like the most patient web weaver.
The only way to his mother’s resurrection.
No accidents should be allowed to happen.
Any slight deviation could lead to total collapse.
Black Zetsu was still rapidly thinking about potential risks and countermeasures, trying to simulate all possible bad situations in his mind.
Uchiha Madara’s voice sounded again, with an unquestionable certainty, interrupting his thoughts.
“As someone who has also experienced the pain of war.”
“This young man named Moze will definitely understand my ideals.”
“He will definitely become the most determined protector of the Moon Eye Project!”
“Since he hates war so much, and hates the indelible pain that the Konoha ninjas brought him.”
“Then he should understand even more clearly that only absolute, enforced peace can completely end all the pain, hatred, and conflict in this world.”
“And the Infinite Tsukuyomi is the only way to that eternal and peaceful wonderland!”
“My vision is never wrong!”
Uchiha Madara’s tone was decisive, with an absolute confidence that was almost paranoid.
It was as if every judgment he made was the truth of the universe itself.
There is no doubt about it.
There is no way it could go wrong.
“…”
Deep in the cave, the shadows seemed to move slightly.
Black Zetsu, the biggest traitor around Uchiha Madara and a conspirator who has lived for thousands of years, sighed silently in the depths of his consciousness.
I just felt that I was worrying too much.
Uchiha Madara, this once powerful man, has an almost paranoid self-confidence that is sometimes so blind that it is terrifying.
Ridiculous, but extremely convenient to use.
This is best.
The more absolutely confident he is, the less likely he is to listen to any different voices, and the more likely he is to block out information that may shake his beliefs.
The more confident you are, the easier it is for him to skillfully guide you in a predetermined direction and move forward along the path he has already laid out.
For the current Uchiha Madara, the Moon Eye Project and Infinite Tsukuyomi are the only obsessions burning brightly in the last stage of his life.
It is the only faith he believes can redeem this already corrupt world.
It is his ultimate means to prove that he is superior to Hashirama Senju and achieve true peace.
Even if someone could stand in front of him at this moment, produce ironclad evidence, and tell him clearly that the truth about the Infinite Tsukuyomi was not what he thought, Uchiha Madara, who was proud to the core and valued his self-esteem more than his life, would never believe it at all.
He would only think that it was a blasphemy against him, a stain on his lofty ideals, and a denial of his lifelong pursuit.
Then, crush those who raise objections without hesitation.
Thinking of this, Black Zetsu’s non-physical heart calmed down a little.
The anxiety stemming from the unknown was temporarily suppressed.
He decided to just follow Uchiha Madara’s instructions first.
First bring in the variable called Moser.
Even if there are any unforeseen accidents in the middle.
What can I do?
Time is on his side.
After Uchiha Madara’s aging body completely decays, he will still have enough time to correct any possible deviations.
All the surging thoughts, all the calculations and contempt are perfectly hidden under that pure darkness.
Black Zetsu’s figure rose and fell slightly in the shadows, and his face showed no sign of abnormality.
He respectfully lowered his head made of will, with an attitude of utmost humility.
It seems like he is really a loyal servant who helps his master solve problems.
“I understand.”
The voice was hoarse, but it revealed absolute obedience.
“I’ll arrange it right away.”
“We will certainly bring Moze before you, Master Madara.”