Land of Grass.
Ever since White Zetsu lured Uchiha Kaien over, Madara had changed his base of operations.
The facility in the Land of Iron was put on hold. Instead, he established a new underground hideout in the Land of Grass.
Such caution and patience were essential for someone working behind the scenes.
He couldn't afford to let that kid discover any link—no matter how small—between his parents' deaths and himself. Not yet.
For now, his only task was to mold the boy. To shape him into his ideal successor, all while preserving Kaien's raw emotions—because only then could he truly embrace the Eye of the Moon Plan.
And when the time was right, he'd reveal the truth about his parents' deaths. Once Kaien fell into despair, that pain would drive him closer to understanding and accepting the plan.
Only by making him want to fulfill the Eye of the Moon Plan, by his own will and heart, could he be considered a true successor.
As Madara waited, he continued contemplating this.
The boy's bonds with Konoha were no joke.
A best friend the same age—just like he had with Hashirama.
He was also the student of Hiruzen's student. Combine that with his Uchiha lineage, and in Konoha, Kaien was practically top-tier second generation. The bloodlines of the Hokage's faction and the Uchiha clan marked him as a child destined to be exceptional.
Just like that damned Tobirama's student—Uchiha Kagami.
He could very well become the future leader of the Uchiha clan.
Heh. Perfect. The Uchiha should be led by his chosen successor.
Even if Madara looked down on most of the clan, that didn't mean outsiders were allowed to meddle with the Uchiha.
...
Once again, Kaien arrived in front of Madara aboard the "White Zetsu Express."
Honestly, riding underground like this was way too smooth—like a ninja-themed subway. No walking, just direct delivery to your destination. Pretty awesome.
"Grandpa Madara, I'm here!"
Kaien cheerfully greeted him, taking full advantage of his child status. The way he addressed Madara had already changed from "Lord Madara" yesterday to "Grandpa Madara" today.
[Affinity] was doing its job. Madara accepted the new term of address without the slightest issue.
In fact, he found Kaien even more agreeable than yesterday—especially since the boy was still obediently wearing the bracelet he had crafted for him.
This once-proud warhawk, after decades of lying low, had awakened the Rinnegan—said to be the eyes of the Sage of Six Paths himself. With the final requirement met, it was time to put the plan in motion.
Long-dormant passion now surged in his aging body. Madara began to speak, revealing his true objective.
"To create a world of absolute peace. A perfect world without lies, without conflict—one that exists only in dreams."
"The people of this world... they're ignorant. Chained by fleeting self-interest, they can't see the truth. But I will bring peace—true peace—with my own hands."
Kaien followed Madara deeper into the hideout, until they reached a vast chamber.
It was massive and empty—except at the center stood a special lotus pedestal, dozens of meters wide. One couldn't help but wonder what colossal being was meant to sit atop it.
Madara's Rinnegan flared, glowing with an intense, soul-piercing purple light.
Strange, intricate runes lit up across the lotus platform, covering every inch.
Poof!
A cloud of white smoke erupted.
The once-empty platform was now occupied by a monstrous, half-formed giant—ten eyes tightly shut, body curled in a crouch.
It looked more like a massive wooden sculpture than a living being. The Gedo Statue had an eerie, unnatural beauty. Its ancient, bark-like texture gave off a crushing sense of weight and age—an oppressive presence.
"Look, child. This is the Gedo Statue—the vessel for the Eye of the Moon Plan."
Kaien's eyes widened, mouth slightly agape.
"Whoa! That thing's huge!"
"Is it some kind of secret weapon, Grandpa Madara?"
Innocent and fearless, the young boy actually reached out, wanting to touch the hulking mass before him.
And sure enough, he did. Kaien's hand made contact with the Gedo Statue's bark-like surface—hard as ancient, gnarled roots.
Damn, this thing was solid.
No wonder the Uchiha's sacred weapon, the Gunbai, was said to be made from the same material. It could definitely conduct chakra. If he could, Kaien would've loved to snap off a piece to study it.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even scratch the surface. Not even a flake came off. That only confirmed how ridiculously tough this thing was.
Maybe he'd sneak a chunk later when no one was looking.
"Hmph. This is a weapon of salvation."
Madara looked at the wide-eyed Kaien like a grandfather proudly showing off his knowledge. He began telling a tale that had been passed down for generations.
The Uchiha were descended from the Sage of Six Paths himself. The Sharingan was proof. So were the Senju. Their founders were the Sage's two sons—Indra and Asura.
The endless feud between Uchiha and Senju? It all started with those two brothers, and their conflict had echoed through history ever since.
And this statue—this Gedo Statue—was the husk of the Ten-Tails.
The Sage split the Ten-Tails into nine Tailed Beasts to share chakra across the world, hoping it would connect people and build mutual understanding.
But it hadn't worked.
Wars still broke out. Countries still fought. In his old age, the Sage had grown powerless to change the world.
Still, he left behind a monument of hope—a stone tablet meant to guide his descendants.
"The Sage's stone tablet is kept by the Uchiha, hidden in the Naka Shrine."
"And only those whose Sharingan has evolved enough can read more of its secrets."
Kaien was flushed, dazed, overwhelmed by all the revelations.
His mind could barely keep up—but none of it stopped the spark of recognition in his eyes. A glimmer of awe. Of belief.
Madara continued subtly weaving genjutsu into his words, stirring Kaien's emotions.
Kaien, for his part, played along—giving Madara exactly the expression he wanted to see.
One-Tail, Two-Tails, Three-Tails... all the way to the Nine-Tails...
So much information was being dumped into his head.
Even villains needed a bit of company culture—and drawing a good dream was always part of the job.
Madara watched Kaien's reaction, satisfied. He knew now: this boy accepted the plan.
The next step was shaping him slowly but surely, until he became exactly the successor Madara needed.
A quiet sigh escaped him.
The Sage of Six Paths had failed to bring peace in his twilight years... and hadn't he done the same?
As power waned, confidence faltered. Spirit dulled. Even grand ambition rotted with time.
That was why a successor was needed. Someone to inherit not only his will...
But that technique.
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