Naruto: Wooing Tsunade from Day One!-Chapter 447: Finally Meeting

"Hashirama's cells?"

Obito was stunned. He had heard of their power before.

He lifted his hands in confusion, examining them closely. His body brimmed with vitality, and even his chakra had improved significantly.

"That's right, Hashirama's cells."

Madara lightly brushed the ground with his hand, and a small tree sprouted at an astonishing speed.

"Wood Release?"

This time, Obito was truly convinced. Other than Hashirama's cells, he couldn't think of any reason why a Uchiha would be able to use Wood Release.

"With time, you might be able to master it too."

Madara didn't make any guarantees. In his eyes, Obito's talent was still lacking.

"Me too?"

Obito was already overwhelmed by the flood of information, his mind struggling to keep up.

This was Wood Release—one of the most powerful Kekkei Genkai in the entire ninja world.

"As long as you follow me, that won't be a problem."

Madara seized the opportunity, offering the promise of power to keep Obito by his side. Once his next plan was set in motion, he wouldn't need to go to such lengths to win him over.

"No."

"I have to go. I have to go back."

The moment Obito heard Madara wanted him to stay, his mind snapped back to clarity.

He had to return to Konoha. Rin was still waiting for him.

She must be so worried right now.

"You haven't fully recovered yet. It's best not to move around."

Madara was caught off guard by Obito's reaction. He hadn't expected such a strong attachment to Konoha from an Uchiha.

Finding an excuse that wasn't too weak, he managed to make Obito hesitate.

"How long will it take for me to recover?"

His limbs were stiff from days of inactivity, making movement difficult. The fusion with Hashirama's cells was still recent, and his body felt uncomfortable.

"That's hard to say. It depends on your recovery ability."

Madara lied without hesitation, already thinking about how to move forward with the next phase of his plan.

"Thank you for saving me."

"I won't tell anyone about you. Once I'm able to move, I'll leave."

A dying old man who had saved his life—Obito didn't see the point in reporting him.

Even if this man was Madara Uchiha, he no longer seemed like a threat to Konoha.

"What if I don't let you leave?"

"Would you be willing to repay me with your life?"

Madara found Obito's naive honesty amusing and decided to tease him.

"I..."

Obito opened his mouth, but the words got stuck in his throat.

He couldn't repay a life with a life, so what else could he offer?

"I'm just messing with you."

"Focus on recovering. When the time comes, whether you stay or leave, I won't stop you."

Madara patted Obito's head with a seemingly kind smile.

He knew Obito was an orphan, starved of parental affection.

After a lifetime of forging his name in battle, it was ironic that he now had to manipulate a child with kindness.

The thought made his smile falter.

Obito met Madara's gentle gaze, and a faint warmth stirred in his heart.

The three-tomoe Sharingan in Madara's eyes seemed almost hypnotic—the more Obito looked, the more entranced he became. His gaze slowly lost focus.

"You should rest for a few more days."

Madara murmured to himself. Using Genjutsu on a defenseless child was almost too easy.

"Is that really a good idea, Lord Madara Uchiha?"

Suddenly, a tall figure appeared out of nowhere.

Madara's eyes widened in shock. He immediately withdrew his hand and leaped backward.

The intruder's fluid movements were a stark contrast to his previous unsteady steps.

Madara was stunned. He hadn't sensed anything at all.

This wasn't an ordinary Body Flicker Technique—could it be the Flying Thunder God Technique?

His mind raced.

The silver-haired man standing before him overlapped with a figure in his memory.

"Lord Kawakaze?"

"Kawakaze Hatake?"

Obito snapped back to reality, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Why was Lord Kawakaze here?

Had he come specifically for him?

Obito was deeply moved.

Madara's pupils contracted sharply. Hadn't Zetsu assured him that no one had followed them?

If it had been some minor threat, that would have been one thing.

But this was Kawakaze Hatake—a true menace.

Madara had only faced Kawakaze through a puppet, yet he understood the strength of the man standing before him.

This situation wouldn't be easily resolved.

Not far away, Zetsu cautiously peeked out from the ground, already prepared to escape at a moment's notice.

As long as he was alive, he could always bide his time. If he died, his mother's revival would be impossible.

If necessary, he could plan for another few hundred years.

"I'm honored that you still remember a small figure like me."

Kawakaze turned slightly to face Madara, a faint smirk on his lips.

"You did something to the kid, didn't you?"

Madara's reaction was swift—he immediately realized he had been watched for some time.

But how had Kawakaze been so certain that he would target Obito?

That no longer mattered now.

"Yes. That black-and-white face is too good at hiding."

"I had to find another way to track you down."

Kawakaze was direct. He glanced at Zetsu before turning back to Madara.

Just that single look sent a chill through Zetsu's entire being.

He had seen countless powerful shinobi before, but never had anyone radiated such overwhelming killing intent toward him.

Had he somehow provoked this man before?

"What do you want from me?"

Madara tried to stall for time, searching for a way to escape.

But he needed the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path to sustain his life. He couldn't leave on his own.

Without the statue's chakra, he wouldn't last more than a few days.

"As a Konoha shinobi, do I need a reason to eliminate a traitor?"

Kawakaze didn't mind dragging the conversation out—this confrontation was already set in stone.

"I simply disagreed with Hashirama Senju's vision. How does that make me a traitor?"

"Is his version of peace the only true peace?"

"And what I seek—is that not peace as well?"

Madara never saw himself as a traitor. He was, after all, one of Konoha's founders.

"The Eye of the Moon Plan, right?"

"You want to trap the entire world in Genjutsu and call that peace?"

Kawakaze sneered.

Madara's obsession ran too deep.

"How do you know about that?!"

Kawakaze Hatake shouldn't have known about the Eye of the Moon Plan.

Zetsu's heart pounded. Did this man also know his true goal?

"And what's wrong with it?"

"If the world is free from war and everyone can have what they desire, how is that not peace?"

Madara wouldn't waver over a few words.

He didn't even realize the slip in Kawakaze's words—his obsession with the Eye of the Moon Plan had blinded him.

To him, that was the perfect world.

"Of course—it's not."

Kawakaze's gaze suddenly sharpened, his entire body tensing like a predator ready to pounce.

Lightning erupted across his form, illuminating the entire cave in an instant.

With a powerful stomp, the ground trembled, and he shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow.

As he moved, red markings flickered at the corner of his eyes.

A blade had already appeared in his grasp.

The sword cut through the air in a lethal arc, its sharp edge slicing toward Zetsu's throat at an untraceable speed.

His body leaned forward, pouring every ounce of strength into the strike.

Like a god of war brimming with killing intent, he was unstoppable.

Kawakaze had mentioned the Eye of the Moon Plan on purpose—to shake Zetsu's focus.

Seizing that fleeting moment, he struck with lethal precision.

He aimed to end this in a single blow.