This Ninja Is Obviously Not Strong but Really Hard to Kill

Just as Aoba regained his life and woke up, White Zetsu, who was secretly monitoring the entire base and the nearby trees, had already emerged from the wall and reported everything to Madara.

"Is that so? Are you awake? Bring him to see me."

After receiving the mission, White Zetsu immediately smiled and shrank back into the wall.

As for the old figure sitting on the stone seat, he was deep in thought. This was because he had already done all sorts of checks when he was unconscious and had even taken out cells for research.

However, the strange thing was that no matter how much he examined it, he was unable to discover the secret of the other party's resurrection from death '.

No matter how he looked at it, it was an ordinary person that could not be any more ordinary. Not to mention special abilities like the Blood Limit, he could not even see the shadow of a carat in this body at all!

As for the cell mutation, it was even more nonsensical...

For Madara, who had personally transplanted Senju Hashirama's cells and used them to cultivate White Zetsu, Uchiha's reputation as a scientist could not escape. Perhaps he was not at the peak of perfection, but he believed that he would not make a mistake in this kind of extremely ordinary examination and judgment.

Therefore, to be on the safe side, he also used Sharingan's power to spy on part of the child's memory.

The answer was still two words, ordinary!

In an ordinary village, ordinary children are born by ordinary parents.

Although he had yet to become a ninja, judging from the results of the inspection, he was only an ordinary Gennin in this life. It was unlikely that he would be promoted to a superior Ninja.

If it were for in the past, Madara would not even look at this kind of person who had no potential. No matter how many superior Ninja was, they were just some ants in his eyes. Only the strong people who had reached Kage level could make him a little interested. Of course, this was when he was at the peak of his combat strength.

And the only person he truly regarded as a lifelong enemy was that person...

Then what was wrong?

Was White Zetsu lying to him?

This was absolutely impossible!

Was it a miracle?

This was a bit too absurd.

There were only two possibilities left. The first was that other than White Zetsu, there should be other experts who were proficient in hiding and medical ninjutsu secretly making small movements.

If that was the case, then they had to be on guard.

But... was that possible?

One had to know that White Zetsu's clone was spread all over the ground around the entire base. Any sign of trouble could not escape White Zetsu's detection.

Well, even if someone really had this ability to conceal himself and not be discovered, but to have the extraordinary medical ability at the same time, this probability was not much higher than Hashirama's immediate resurrection right now.

The second possibility was that there was indeed some kind of power in this kid, a power that even he could not see or feel.

If this was the case, perhaps there would be a little more insurance in the future plans.

Resurrection... contemporary romance

Madara's eyes immediately flashed with a glimmer of light. This might be a kind of power that broke the taboo between life and death apart from reincarnation.

However, at this time, he did not discover it. Or, after reviving the child, all of it had been consumed. After all, the more he wanted to obtain, the more he had to pay. It was obviously impossible to revive without paying a price. Then, it seemed reasonable that the 'energy' that had already dissipated was not discovered by him.

Therefore, Madara, who was originally thinking of killing the child and dissecting him, suddenly changed his mind. Perhaps this casual chess piece could bring him a surprise.

As he was thinking, White Zetsu walked in with a little kid behind him.

The child's clothes were tattered and stained with blood. His small face was dirty, and it was impossible to see how beautiful it was. However, the brilliance in his eyes seemed to be a little interesting

....

The moment he saw the living Madara, he swore to the light that this was purely a conditioned reflex!

If one day you could see a living 2D character appear in front of your eyes, you would definitely have the same expression!

Although he had already speculated when he saw White Zetsu, this guy with a 'unique' character, he was still a little shocked when he reached this stage.

'-- - If he is still alive, then what year was it now?'

This thought inevitably popped into Aoba's mind, but in the next moment, something even more shocking happened.

Ding!

Triggered system activation mission!

Mission name: The devilish brat's counterattack

[Description: At least pull out the Gedo Statue 'Pipe' stuck on Madara's back. ]

[Look at this sick old man in front of you. Let us pull out his 'oxygen tube' and give him a ride. From the serious and compassionate face of the devilish child ---]

[Mission reward: official activation of the system. A mysterious novice gift package! ]

[Mission failure: The system immediately self-destructed on the spot (Don't ask, asking is enough. Want to die! ]

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After hearing the voice that suddenly sounded in his mind, Aoba's eyes almost popped out!

Although the golden finger was something that a transmigrator needed, he was also looking forward to it

But what the hell was this activation mission!

'The hell difficulty is the first thing to come up with, what the hell!'

And also 'the brat's counterattack ' to pull out the pipe behind Madara...

I'll fuck you!

Pulling out the pipe of the Gedo Statue behind Madara was practically taking Madara's life!

Although the task only required him to pull out at least one, Shinomiya Aoba looked at his current small arms and legs. Even in the world of ninjas, a four-year-old child who had not received any training did not have this ability.

Although Madara was already so old that he was about to die, he did not even need to do anything to kill a little child like him. With just a look, he would be finished.

Even if Madara ignored him and allowed him to play with him, he would not have the strength to do so...

After all, the pipe that extended from the Gedo Statue could not be so fragile that it could be broken by a four-year-old ordinary child.

He really wanted to die!

'System, where's the system? This mission can't be completed, right?'

Aoba asked in his mind.

But this time, there was no reply, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

'Damn!'

Aoba cursed in his heart. Then, he carefully looked at the punishment for failing the mission. It was actually the system self-destructing?

'What is going on?'

'Could it be that if the mission failed, the system would only punish itself? There was such a good thing? This system must be damned!'

Suddenly!

His face froze because he suddenly remembered that this ghost system had probably merged with him. If the system self-destructed, would he still be fine??

To die together without a word

'The only good news was that this ghost mission did not require time, so... let's take it one step at a time, sigh!'

Aoba sighed in his heart, and then he heard a voice in his ear.

"Little devil, your name."

Aoba looked up and found that it was Madara who looked at him and said.

He did not have the confidence to go against the big boss of the Naruto world, so he answered with a trembling tone: "Shinomiya... Aoba."

'Shinomiya?'

After thinking about it and confirming that there were no four palaces in Ninja World's family, and he had never heard of any powerful people with Shinomiya, Madara laughed and shook his head. Hadn't he already confirmed it? Why did he still have this kind of luck?

Then, his face turned solemn, and asked something that made Aoba's scalp tingle.

"When you first saw me, I saw surprise in your eyes. You... know who I am?"

When Aoba heard this, he felt like he was about to break out in a cold sweat. Fuck, he was too careless!

If this aroused the other party's suspicion, forcibly checking his memories, and knowing that he had transmigrated here, then everything would be over!

'No!'

'Calm down, I have to calm down!'

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