Naruto: Wooing Tsunade from Day One!-Chapter 441 - 541: Nagato Falls, Madara Revives

"There is still breath left, Lord Madara."

Black Zetsu's eerie face was filled with excitement, as if he could already see his plan to resurrect his mother nearing completion. His eyes gleamed with uncontrollable impatience and fanaticism.

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Madara's voice was deep, carrying an undeniable authority.

With that, he slowly released Susanoo, and the massive blue giant faded like a phantom. His body descended steadily until he landed beside Nagato, who lay dying on the ocean's surface.

Nagato knew exactly what fate awaited him.

But his body no longer felt like his own—it refused to obey his will. Every part of him was wracked with unbearable pain, waves of agony crashing over him, drowning his mind. His consciousness blurred.

He could only glare at Madara with eyes filled with unwillingness and despair, yet he was powerless to resist.

That overwhelming sense of helplessness weighed on him like a mountain, pressing down on his chest. It was far worse than the physical pain, crushing his spirit little by little.

"Yes, Lord Madara."

Black Zetsu responded respectfully.

Upon receiving Madara's command, he immediately activated his eerie manipulation technique.

Nagato's limp hands, now under Black Zetsu's control, slowly moved toward each other. Like a puppet on invisible strings, his movements were stiff, yet carried an inescapable sense of fate.

One seal... Two seals...

Nagato could feel his remaining chakra gathering along a precise pattern inside his body.

He knew—once this chakra fully converged, his life would reach its end.

Like a candle flickering in its final moments, only the weakest glimmer of light remained.

"Outer Path — Samsara of Heavenly Life Technique."

With the last seal completed under Black Zetsu's control, Nagato felt a powerful force being ripped from the depths of his body.

His mind grew heavier, his consciousness dimming.

In that haze, a face emerged in his thoughts—Nonō's gentle, kind smile.

He longed to see her just one more time.

But he knew... he would never live to see the birth of his child, never fulfill the dreams he had once cherished.

Two silent tears slid down his cheeks.

Then, his eyes closed.

And never opened again.

At that moment, the flame of his life was extinguished.

...

Meanwhile, Madara was reborn.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

A powerful heartbeat echoed in his chest once more, strong and full of life.

"This... This is what a real body should feel like."

"This burning sensation... This blood coursing through my veins."

Madara clutched his chest, his fingers pressing against his pounding heart. His eyes were wide with exhilaration.

A triumphant grin spread across his face—wild, arrogant, and brimming with uncontained joy.

Then, the Rinnegan in his sockets began to crumble.

Piece by piece, the legendary eyes that had once granted him dominion over life and death disintegrated, falling away.

And in the next moment—

Madara's world was consumed by darkness.

"Lord Madara, your eyes."

Black Zetsu's obsequious voice rang out at the perfect moment.

With practiced servility, he handed Madara two bloodstained Rinnegan.

"You've done well."

Madara accepted the eyes with satisfaction, and without hesitation, pressed them into his empty sockets.

As light returned to his vision, the world seemed more vivid than ever.

He—Madara Uchiha—the legendary figure who had once shaken the entire shinobi world...

Was fully revived.

"Congratulations, Lord Madara."

"The Eye of the Moon Plan is now within reach."

With that, Black Zetsu's shadowy, sludge-like form slithered away from Nagato's lifeless body.

Like a writhing mass of darkness, he scuttled to Madara's feet, adopting the posture of a groveling servant, eager to please.

"Have you gathered all the information on the Nine Tailed Beasts?"

Madara's gaze was sharp and resolute. His goal was clear.

The priority now was capturing all nine Tailed Beasts.

As for Kawakaze Hatake—Madara knew they would inevitably cross paths.

But not yet.

"Of course."

"I have never once slacked off all these years."

Black Zetsu wasn't just boasting—he had indeed worked tirelessly for the Eye of the Moon Plan.

Though, in truth, only he knew the real reason behind his efforts.

He had been preparing for a thousand years... to resurrect his mother, Kaguya Ōtsutsuki.

"Good."

"In this form, your mobility is quite limited."

"When we return, I'll restore your original body."

Madara was satisfied with Black Zetsu's diligence.

As expected of something born from his will—loyal, efficient, and committed to furthering his ambition.

A truly indispensable subordinate.

"Thank you, Lord Madara."

Black Zetsu feigned an expression of excitement.

But in reality, what did this body matter to him?

If it meant achieving his goal of reviving Kaguya, he would abandon this form a thousand times over without hesitation.

"Let's go."

Without another word, Madara turned and began walking away from the sea.

"Should we take Nagato's body with us?"

Reviving him with Impure World Reincarnation would be a valuable asset.

Clearly, Black Zetsu didn't want to waste the opportunity.

"No need. Let Hatake Kawakaze see for himself."

"What's mine—I'll reclaim with my own hands."

"And that grudge—I'll settle myself."

A knowing smirk tugged at Madara's lips.

Nagato's corpse—consider it his first message to Hatake Kawakaze.

"Yes."

Black Zetsu obediently complied.

But he wasn't about to let the opportunity slip away.

As Madara turned to leave, Black Zetsu discreetly collected fragments of Nagato's flesh and blood.

Only then did he hasten to catch up with Madara.