Naruto: Tobirama Reborn, Invincible in the Ninja World

Orochimaru's pale face was drenched in sweat, his breathing ragged.

Performing consecutive Edo Tensei techniques had taken a considerable toll on him.

Still, a sinister grin crept onto his lips.

That night, when the mysterious figure clad in black delivered Uchiha Madara's corpse to his lab, Orochimaru felt as though he had glimpsed the edge of a colossal conspiracy within the ninja world!

The world believed Madara had died during the climactic battle in the Valley of the End, a claim even the First Hokage publicly affirmed. Orochimaru, like everyone else, had always taken it as fact.

But when he examined Madara's body, Orochimaru realized the truth: Madara hadn't died—at least, not during his fight with Hashirama!

The corpse was ancient, the features weathered by time. Judging by the condition, Madara had lived to the ripe old age of ninety!

As for Hashirama Senju, the battle's victor, the news of his death had spread while Orochimaru was still in the Ninja Academy. This meant that Madara had lived long enough to witness events well beyond the Third Great Ninja War before he finally passed away!

And yet, during those intervening decades, the ninja world had heard nothing of Madara Uchiha. Not a whisper.

What grand plans had he been orchestrating from the shadows?

One of the strongest figures of the Warring States Period, choosing to age and die in obscurity…

The thought alone sent a chill down Orochimaru's spine. Madara's patience and restraint were nothing short of terrifying.

Given the corpse's unique qualities, Orochimaru had poured a significant amount of time and effort into crafting the perfect vessel, allowing Madara to be reborn in his youthful prime—a secret weapon for Orochimaru's ambitions.

However, the plan to ambush Tobirama Senju had gone awry. To Orochimaru's dismay, Tobirama had summoned none other than Hashirama, turning the legendary First Hokage against his Edo Tensei army.

Even the Akatsuki leader, Pain—wielder of the fabled Rinnegan—had fallen to Tobirama's hands!

Orochimaru knew his feeble spiritual control would be insufficient to subjugate Madara once resurrected, potentially creating an uncontrollable, immortal monster.

But did that matter to him?

"Hehehe…" Orochimaru chuckled softly, his lips curling into a wicked smile.

The wooden coffin shattered in an instant, and a figure emerged from within.

Long, jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, unruly and untamed. His face bore an expression of sheer arrogance.

Clad in crimson armor from the Warring States Period—cracked and worn but still emanating an aura of unmatched ferocity—the man's presence was suffocating, like a tempest of raw power.

"So, that brat Obito has brought the plan to this point, has he?"

An unfamiliar name slipped from Uchiha Madara's lips as he stepped out of the broken coffin. His sharp gaze swept across his surroundings with a mix of curiosity and disdain.

Moments later, he noticed something amiss. His body wasn't alive; it was cold, rigid—a corpse. The sensation was only marginally better than being at death's door.

"Edo Tensei…"

The name of a forbidden technique surfaced in his mind.

That accursed Tobirama Senju… This was his creation!

Though Hashirama had sealed the jutsu long ago, denouncing it as inhumane and a desecration of the dead, Madara had obtained it nonetheless.

As Hashirama's closest friend—and rival—he had expressed a mere passing interest in the technique, and Hashirama had dutifully copied it for him, despite Tobirama's vehement objections.

With his Sharingan, Madara had not only uncovered the jutsu's immense strategic potential but had also deciphered its reversal mechanism.

To think he would be resurrected using this technique… This wasn't part of the plan.

What were Obito and Zetsu up to?

Irritated by the deviation, Madara's Sharingan flared to life, its three tomoe spinning as he intercepted an incoming punch.

His annoyance vanished the moment he saw the attacker.

"Hashirama!"

Recognizing the familiar chakra, Madara's face broke into a wide grin.

"Madara!"

Hashirama's joy was evident, though the dark marks creeping up his face made his expression somewhat comical.

From above, Tobirama landed with a wary expression, taking in the bizarrely cheerful reunion.

Orochimaru, standing off to the side, broke the silence with a hoarse chuckle.

"Hehehe… Madara-sama, you've misunderstood something."

Orochimaru's grin widened, his tone a mix of flattery and malice.

"I didn't revive you to fight the First Hokage. After all, he only has a few minutes left."

Madara's frown deepened.

"But your real opponent…" Orochimaru gestured toward Tobirama, "…is him. The Second Hokage has turned the entire ninja world upside down since his resurrection. He's collected most of the Tailed Beasts, annihilated Iwagakure, and even killed the Akatsuki leader moments ago!"

Orochimaru's voice oozed with an unsettling confidence.

"To welcome your arrival, I've specially prepared this youthful body. Feel the power of your prime once more!"

Madara's lip curled in disdain as Orochimaru's words slithered into his ears.

"You truly are repulsive," Madara muttered, shivering slightly.

Even with all the information Orochimaru had provided, the snake-like tendencies of this man made his skin crawl.

Madara's gaze sharpened, his mind racing.

Years spent in the shadows hadn't dulled his insight. Orochimaru, the so-called "Legendary Sannin," was merely a cog in the grander scheme.

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