Naruto: Paws and Whiskers-Chapter 338

"What do you want to say?" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Madara surveyed his surroundings.

A vast ocean stretched out in all directions. Based on his sensory perception, this should be a certain sea area outside the Land of Water, not far from his previous location, but enough to completely cut off his Wood Release advantage.

It appeared that everyone was equally restricted by the terrain, but that wasn’t actually the case.

The black cat had mastered Ice Release.

Any ninja proficient in Ice Release was usually decent at Water Release as well. Besides, even without either, Takeshi could still wipe the floor with him.

Confronted with reality, Madara could no longer posture, and his trash talk had decreased significantly.

After all, he had lost.

Of course, that didn’t mean Madara was weak. He was most adept at summoning Susanoo. Even with the Rinnegan, his core ability remained the same, summoning a giant avatar, only now with a few additional shadow clones from other worlds.

One could say that besides Fire Release, Susanoo was Madara’s strongest technique. Without his eyes now, that supreme ability was completely crippled, rendering many of his powers unusable.

However, if it were just about fighting, Madara would never surrender no matter how badly he was beaten. What concerned him more was the secret Takeshi alluded to.

Takeshi used Ice Release to form a solid ice platform and stood atop it, staring at Madara Uchiha. "Meow~ Interested in Black Zetsu’s secret?"

"I created Black Zetsu. What secret could he possibly have?"

"Really? Then you’re just amazing." Takeshi’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

Madara trusted Black Zetsu far too much. Takeshi had made the hints so obvious, yet this guy still firmly believed Black Zetsu was a manifestation of his own spiritual will. He had no idea he’d been completely played by Black Zetsu.

Madara couldn’t fully grasp the black cat’s sarcastic tone.

Taking a wild guess, cat was probably mocking him.

He fell silent for a long moment, finally saying nothing more as he sat down to contemplate what he might have missed.

Black Zetsu has a problem? Impossible. From Black Zetsu’s birth until now, aside from when he went out to gather information, Madara had been with him constantly and never noticed anything amiss.

Espionage strategy? His eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze at the black cat growing sharper.

"Meow~ Don’t believe it?" Takeshi lay lazily on the ice bed.

Madara clearly wouldn’t give up until he was forced to face the facts. Talking to him was exhausting. He flicked his tail and decided to share some solid information: "Our clan has been passed down since ancient times. You’ve probably guessed already, my previous location wasn’t in the Shinobi World."

"Oh?" Madara finally looked up, watching him with slight surprise.

"Beyond the Shinobi World, in the starry sky, there’s a clan called the Otsutsuki. They plant something called the Shinju Fruit on various planets. My homeland was also a victim. Of course, the Otsutsuki have probably forgotten about it, since our homeland wasn’t very powerful to begin with, and our Nin-Neko Clan was even more pitifully weak." Takeshi casually fabricated everything.

The Otsutsuki wouldn’t be major problem for many years anyway, just dump the blame on them. Not even Black Zetsu or Toneri on the moon had any knowledge of such things.

"Then what?"

Madara listened with rapt attention.

Otsutsuki? He’d never heard of them, but it sounded plausible, and he was very interested. As for Takeshi’s claim that the Nin-Neko Clan was "pitifully weak," he only pretended to listen, not believing a single word.

’Pitifully weak? If they were that weak, I doubt you could have come here from another planet.’

He didn’t voice these thoughts, just complained internally.

After all, he was here to listen to a story. It was better for someone to belittle themselves than to say things like "Nin-Neko are stronger than your Shinobi World" or "the Shinobi World is too broken." At least this was relatively pleasant to hear.

But Madara obviously didn’t understand Takeshi well enough.

After finishing his tale, Takeshi wagged his tail contentedly, sitting comfortably on the ice bed. The sun shone down warmly, making it quite pleasant, and giving him time to recover his chakra.

Madara changes faces as fast as he speaks nicely. Only Hashirama could keep up with his rhythm.

Actually, in Madara’s mind, Takeshi received the same evaluation: liked to trick people and was troublesome. The key was this asshole was disgusting, only saying half of what he meant. He hated people who only said half of what they meant.

Oh wait, no, he’s a cat.

Thinking of this, Madara’s expression went blank.

What was the point of arguing with a cat? He couldn’t win anyway. He’d settle the score once he got his Rinnegan back. For now, he’d just swallow his pride.

He sat there, deadlocked with the black cat for quite a while.

Madara didn’t ask, and Takeshi didn’t speak up. Just then, sounds gradually came from the distance. The man and cat turned to look and saw the mist slowly dispersing.

Kirigakure ninja?

Why are they here?

"Are they asking for trouble?" Takeshi’s frowned slightly.

Madara turned his head, looking at the vast white mist, then got up and charged into it. He’d just taken a beating and had pent-up anger with nowhere to vent. These Kirigakure ninja were perfect for him to let loose and have some fun.

A few seconds later.

In a blaze of fire and lightning, the mist was dispelled, leaving only a field of corpses.

’How tragic.’ Takeshi shook his head slightly. Why were these Kirigakure ninja so curious? A spectacle of this level wasn’t something they should be watching. He wondered if the Mizukage had come. If the Mizukage came and got controlled by Madara, that would really be troublesome.

Hmm...

Speak of the devil.

The old acquaintance, the Mizukage.

Recently the Shinobi World’s biggest internet celebrity, almost every ninja knew of the Mizukage’s heroic feat of being captured alive among ten thousand soldiers by the Konoha Kidnappers.

One could say the Mizukage was now as famous as Takeshi and Minato.

The Third Mizukage quickly rushed over.

The moment he saw Takeshi, he stopped and took a step back. But many Anbu ninja were following behind, and this retreat immediately made him look cowardly. So the Third Mizukage immediately took a step forward.

"Black Cat Takeshi, and you... you’re... impossible!"

Seeing Madara, the Third Mizukage couldn’t stop himself from retreating. That old face was full of terror and shock.

"Madara Uchiha?"

"How is this possible!"

"He’s actually still alive..."

The Third Mizukage had followed the First Mizukage since childhood. Although he had never fought Madara, he had seen him from afar once and knew his appearance. Madara’s current look matched it perfectly.

Madara’s mouth twitched. He was about to teach the Mizukage a lesson to vent his anger when...

Takeshi stood up.

"Meow~ Mizukage, if this doesn’t concern you, you’d better get lost early."

This asshole Madara started getting cocky with even the slightest advantage. If he got the Third Mizukage as a "helper," he’d immediately think he could handle things.

Then they’d have to fight again. If he accidentally killed the Mizukage, he’d have to figure out how to deal with these Kirigakure idiots. So Takeshi decided to deal with the Third Mizukage himself first, to prevent him from being controlled to fight against him.

The Mizukage had the Flying Thunder God mark on him, so it took no effort at all. The next second, a cat paw smacked him, and the Mizukage was sent flying like a cannonball.

With the Earth Release: Lightened Boulder Jutsu active, he could probably fly for a while.

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