Be the Main God from Naruto - Chapter 84
Obito knew of two ways to handle the situation.
The first method was to use the Rinnegan to resurrect Uchiha Madara fully. True resurrection!
But even if the Rinnegan were still with Nagato, Obito wouldn’t necessarily use the Outer Path: Samsara of Heavenly Life Technique to bring Madara back fully.
Though Madara saved Obito at a critical moment, he merely intended to use Obito.
For that kindness, Obito felt that using the Reanimation Jutsu to bring Madara back into the world was more than enough.
The second method was to have Madara learn from Zabuza and find a way to pass the time and release negative emotions.
The “Glory League” game headset seemed the best option given the current situation.
“A game?”
Madara looked at Obito with an expression of disbelief.
When Madara first saved Obito, he was a lively prankster. It wasn’t until he saw his childhood friend Rin die at Kakashi’s hands that his personality became more serious…
Had Obito reverted to his old self in these years Madara was gone?
Obito’s expression remained neutral.
With his mask on, Madara couldn’t see any facial expressions anyway.
The Sharingan wasn’t the Byakugan; it didn’t have such domineering X-ray vision.
“I recently heard a phrase, supposedly a catchphrase from a Chunin Exam proctor, which I found very reasonable.”
Obito took out a game headset from his portable sealing scroll and handed it to Madara, “Talking more isn’t as effective as taking action once.”
With Obito’s help, Madara put on the headset and entered the game.
Tutorial.
Bot match.
Matchmaking.
An hour later, Madara exited the game.
As the victor, he instinctively chose “Play Again.”
It was strange.
He shouldn’t be able to experience positive emotions like joy, happiness, or satisfaction…
Those feelings should be foreign to him.
Yet, for some reason, the “Play Again” option seemed to have a deadly attraction, compelling him to keep clicking.
…
While Nagato, Madara, Zabuza, and others were immersed in the virtual reality, no one was causing trouble in the real world.
With time passing quickly in this situation, the days flew by.
Deidara and Sasori finally arrived in Konoha.
Thanks to Konoha’s relentless promotion, the scale of the art exhibition was grand, and the attendees were numerous.
Even today, it has been designated the “Konoha Art Festival,” so many civilians dressed extravagantly.
Kids with lion-maned hairstyles running around…
Young girls dressed as noblemen…
Muscle-bound men transformed into beautiful women using the Transformation Jutsu…
Children were speaking and behaving like old men…
“This is Konoha! Haha! Truly an artist’s paradise!”
Deidara looked at the streets filled with people dressed in various styles, his enthusiasm soaring, his face revealing a fanatical expression.
Next to him, Sasori showed no reaction, still fiddling with his wooden puppet.
“An excellent and dedicated artist indeed…”
Deidara clenched his fists, his eyes shining with determination, “But my art is the best! Hmm. I will prove it!”
Just as he finished his bold declaration, a confused blonde girl bumped into him.
The words he was about to use to curse got stuck in his throat.
A fragrance filled the air, and the girl’s delicate face seemed as shy as a peach blossom.
Her graceful figure, especially her blue eyes, constantly glowing, made people want to explore more.
“Please… be careful!” Deidara blushed, speaking with a stutter.
He had never seen such a perfect and enchanting girl, losing his composure momentarily.
It proved that the power of pheromones was one of the top forces in the multiverse.
Even a fanatic like Deidara could lose his wits due to pheromone secretion.
“Hehe… Thirty-fourth! At this rate, I’ll complete this quickly! This task is super easy!”
The perfect fox-eared blonde girl was surrounded by smoke and turned into a whisker-marked brat in the blink of an eye.
It was Naruto Uzumaki.
Seeing his task progress bar, he was confident he would be the first to finish.
Kakashi, holding a game headset and transformed into a beautiful white-haired lady, claimed to complete the task through gaming prowess.
What’s so great about game streaming?
Naruto stuck out his tongue, believing Kakashi would likely fail this task.
“Thanks for helping me complete 1% of my task! Next time we meet, I’ll treat you to Ichiraku Ramen! BYEBYE~”
Seeing the original form, Deidara stood there stunned for a long time.
When Naruto’s figure disappeared into the crowd, he finally returned to reality.
“Kill you! Damn it!”
Deidara was utterly hysterical, his face showing signs of collapse.
He placed his hands into his ninja tool pouch, the mouths on his palms chewing on white clay.
“There really can’t be an artist’s paradise in this world. This must be a dream!”
“I’ll blow everything up! Then the dream will end!”
“Hmm. It must be this way!”
…
Sasori stopped Deidara’s terrorist actions.
Even if he was an artist, 2B youths still had their fun.
Deidara quickly forgot the “minor unpleasantness” and started talking to a red-haired girl performing magic tricks.
Deidara was interested in clay, sand, jade, and such materials, which extended to their users.
He believed the red-haired girl in front of him must be a sand artist and approached her.
“Your ability is similar to a comrade of mine… but he’s in Amegakure now.”
Gaara looked at him sideways and coldly nodded, “Hmm.”
The shoulder-length red hair swayed in the wind, and Gaara exuded an unapproachable aura.
He couldn’t understand why, though he was the one who dug the pit, he ended up falling in himself.
The situation made him feel displeased, and his demeanor grew colder.
Unknowingly, this made many passersby label him as a “noble and cold beauty.”
The task completion bar kept soaring dangerously high.
Initially, he despised such scenes, but seeing Kakashi and Naruto already taking action, he reluctantly used Naruto’s Sexy Jutsu: Conservative Version out of pride.
Gaara didn’t realize it was a slippery slope once the bottom line was crossed.
The rest wouldn’t go as initially imagined.
People always find excuses for themselves.
Sand swirled around him, sometimes forming animals, sometimes becoming plants or buildings.
Pigs, dogs, pandas, humans…
Sunflowers, roses, touch-me-nots…
Finally, these lifelike sand sculptures even started to move, interacting with each other, engaging in fights, or exchanging conversations, mesmerizing everyone.
Deidara’s eyes sparkled, ready to share his artistic insights.
But Gaara glanced at him, and then his body gradually turned to sand, dispersing into the air.
The red-haired girl who controlled the sand finally became the drifting sand.
Deidara vaguely heard words of disdain.
“Masochist… pervert…”
He shook his head, convinced it was an illusion.
From that day on, Konoha had a legend of the “Red Sand Goddess.”
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