The Hakimaster of Naruto

Chapter 250 250: Invitation to the Abyss

White Zetsu's heart was in chaos.

The moment Ragnar exposed his identity, everything had changed.

Fear.

Confusion.

A complete reversal of control.

This Rakshasa… is a monster.

If Ragnar truly knew about Uchiha Madara, then their entire plan could collapse.

For the first time—

White Zetsu felt like prey.

Not the observer.

Not the manipulator.

But the one being watched.

He forced himself to stay calm.

Then stared at Ragnar.

"…Since you already know who I am," he said slowly,

"What else do you know?"

No more hiding.

No more pretending.

This was a direct confrontation.

Ragnar looked at him indifferently.

Then smiled faintly.

"I know far more than you do."

His voice was calm.

But every word struck like thunder.

"Go back and tell Madara this."

"If he isn't confident… then he shouldn't provoke me."

"Otherwise…"

"I can't guarantee his plan won't be destroyed halfway."

White Zetsu's mind exploded.

He knows.

He actually knows everything.

The existence of Madara—

A secret buried for decades—

Exposed so casually.

"How is that possible…" White Zetsu muttered.

"How could you know about Madara-sama…"

Ragnar glanced at him.

"Is it that hard to figure out?"

He spoke casually.

"On the battlefield, the Five-Tails suddenly lost control."

"It was clearly manipulated by the Sharingan."

"In the entire ninja world…"

"Who else could do that?"

"Besides someone who once stood alongside Hashirama Senju?"

White Zetsu froze.

Ragnar continued calmly.

"And Nagato's Rinnegan…"

"That didn't come from nowhere either."

"Someone placed it there."

"And you—"

He looked directly at White Zetsu.

"Are that person's tool."

Silence.

Absolute silence.

White Zetsu felt cold all over.

Ragnar had connected everything.

Every piece.

Every hidden truth.

Without hesitation.

Without error.

This… isn't normal intelligence.

This is terrifying.

White Zetsu suddenly laughed.

A strange, eerie laugh.

"As expected of Rakshasa."

"The man who ended the war."

He clapped his hands slowly.

"In that case…"

"Would you dare meet Madara-sama?"

That was the true purpose.

Madara's order.

To bring Ragnar to him.

Originally, White Zetsu didn't dare.

But now—

He had no choice.

If Ragnar wasn't brought in—

Their plan might truly fall apart.

Ragnar looked at him.

Expression unchanged.

"You think I'm a fool?"

"Why would I walk into your trap?"

White Zetsu didn't hesitate.

"Then kill me."

The words came instantly.

No bluff.

No hesitation.

The two stared at each other.

Tension filled the air.

White Zetsu's entire body trembled.

He was gambling.

Betting on Ragnar's curiosity.

Betting on his confidence.

Three seconds passed.

Then—

The massive blade in Ragnar's hand vanished.

"Lead the way."

White Zetsu froze.

Then exhaled deeply.

I'm alive…

"This man…"

"He's just as terrifying as Madara-sama."

The Journey

They moved quickly.

Through forests.

Across mountains.

For nearly two hours.

Finally—

They arrived at a barren mountainside.

No trees.

No grass.

Only lifeless rock.

"This is the place?" Ragnar asked.

White Zetsu nodded.

"Madara-sama is waiting in the cave beneath this mountain."

Ragnar scanned the surroundings.

His Kenbunshoku Haki spread outward.

Mapping everything.

Every tunnel.

Every movement.

Every presence.

"…I see."

He smiled faintly.

Then—

"You're no longer useful."

White Zetsu blinked.

"???"

Before he could react—

CRACK.

A sharp sound echoed.

His neck twisted unnaturally.

His head dropped.

For a brief moment—

He saw his own body.

And the blade in Ragnar's hand.

"Ah…"

"So I still couldn't escape…"

His final thought faded.

His body dissolved rapidly.

Turning into a viscous white substance.

Ragnar glanced at it.

"…Hashirama cells."

He turned toward the mountain.

"Uchiha Madara…"

"I'm coming."

His figure vanished instantly.

The Awakening

Deep beneath the mountain—

Inside a dark, nameless cave—

A figure sat upon a stone seat.

Old.

Withered.

Connected to life-sustaining tubes.

Suddenly—

His eyes opened.

Crimson pupils spinning slowly.

The Sharingan.

A twisted smile appeared on his face.

"Rakshasa…"

His voice was low.

Filled with anticipation.

After decades of waiting—

Something interesting had finally arrived.

End of Chapter

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