Chapter 181: Black Zetsu's Dirty Work, the Nine-Tails' Strategy

"Right away, Madara-sama!"

White Zetsu A-Huo came jogging over, carrying a dust-covered red combat armor.

As he walked, he continuously scrubbed at the surface with his arm, rendering his pale hand completely gray with dust.

Madara Uchiha felt a sudden jolt in his core processor.

His combat armor had actually accumulated dust?

In reality, this was a fully projected variable. When Madara initiated his termination of Konoha employment, he had extracted nearly his entire inventory of proprietary ninja tools from the Uchiha sector.

His combat armor, the hooked scythe, the kusarigama, the Uchiha Gunbai, and a cache of three-tomoe Sharingan units—

Alongside several highly classified archival scrolls.

Perhaps in his subconscious analytics, Madara calculated the probability of definitively defeating Hashirama was not 100%.

If the kinetic exchange resulted in a statistical draw, he would require an off-site operational base after decoupling from Konoha.

He needed a secure node for hardware resupply to sustain prolonged market combat.

Staring at the dust on his armor, Madara's internal metrics were highly complex.

At the time of his extraction, he likely never simulated a scenario where he would remain idled in a subterranean server for so many fiscal cycles, outputting absolutely zero kinetic strikes...

He had practically bricked his own hardware via inactivity.

"Deliver this combat armor to Hiruzen..." Madara paused, calculating the logistics, before issuing the directive.

"Huh?"

White Zetsu A-Huo froze. This time, he couldn't just execute the command without querying the logic. "Madara-sama, you literally just engaged the Hokage in a PvP summit. If I attempt a delivery now... isn't that a self-incriminating data leak?"

"A-Huo. In the shinobi market, kinetic leverage is paramount, but strategic processing power is equally critical." Madara tapped his temple. "Only an executive who leverages cognitive algorithms can secure absolute market dominance."

A-Huo blinked.

"I am not authorizing you to drop my armor directly onto Hiruzen's executive desk."

"The Uchiha clan's secondary logistics warehouse contains massive volumes of archived, dust-covered scrolls. Simply integrate it into that inventory. Before and after every major market conflict, the clan deploys auditors to reconcile their supply chain."

"The Uchiha workforce will naturally detect it during a routine scan." Madara patiently debugged the instruction for A-Huo.

This specific White Zetsu model demonstrated enhanced cognitive compatibility; Madara was relatively satisfied with its processing and execution metrics.

"Once the Uchiha authenticate this armor, if they fail to instantly report it to the board, its subsequent discovery by external personnel will generate a mid-tier PR crisis. It will forcibly exploit a vulnerability in the trust firewall between Konoha's central administration and the Uchiha subsidiary."

"It is merely a low-cost, high-yield background script."

A-Huo nodded with maximum exertion, signaling that he was once again thoroughly stunned by Madara-sama's executive brilliance.

But internally, his analytics were entirely different.

"Why do my threat sensors suggest..."

"That Madara-sama simply wants to observe the Hokage equipped in his proprietary armor?"

"My assessment: he is experiencing severe brand jealousy because the Hokage is currently repping Hashirama's hardware!"

But A-Huo lacked the clearance to broadcast this data. If the highly temperamental Madara-sama suffered an ego-crash, the resulting kinetic output would be catastrophic.

He was a highly optimized, intelligent White Zetsu unit!

As to why A-Huo boasted such advanced intelligence algorithms—aside from the objective hardware upgrades provided by the Gedo Statue and his extensive data-mining of literature...

A secondary variable was his previous deployment history. Before his promotion, he had been assigned to a stealth surveillance operation near Hiruko's residence, monitoring the Konoha High Commissioner's daily logs.

Through prolonged exposure, he had subconsciously downloaded and integrated specific behavioral subroutines.

"A-Huo, moving forward, you are designated as the lead maintenance technician for my ninja tools."

Madara issued a new operational mandate.

The sight of his depreciated, dust-covered assets triggered minor errors in Madara's psychological hardware.

Furthermore, the geopolitical market conditions had drastically shifted!

While the macro-strategy still required rigorous identity encryption, if anomalous variables emerged, he might be required to personally hot-drop into active combat zones to execute micro-adjustments to the roadmap.

Having absorbed the chakra passively restructured by the Rinnegan within Nagato's system, Madara's biological hardware had successfully rolled back several versions. He was currently classified as a highly robust senior operative.

His peak kinetic output was sufficient, but his sustained battery life (stamina) remained a critical bottleneck.

"Acknowledged, Madara-sama."

A-Huo nodded compliantly.

He hadn't secured read-access to Hiruko's R&D logs.

Those files were heavily encrypted, restricted to localized laboratory environments, or locked behind complex fuinjutsu firewalls requiring specialized biometric keys.

However, A-Huo had thoroughly indexed 'The Quotations of Hiruzen' and Hiruko's annotated strategic memos.

One specific data string remained permanently cached in A-Huo's memory: 'Any operational task interfacing with the Hokage is a premium career opportunity.'

Translating that logic to his current corporate structure: executing maintenance tasks for Madara-sama was a high-yield asset!

"Excellent. Black Zetsu!" Madara glanced at A-Huo approvingly.

For the past several fiscal quarters, Black Zetsu had been exclusively tasked with monitoring the Nagato asset. Recently, he had finally returned to base, re-syncing with his loyal Indra incarnate.

"I have compiled a target directory. You will lead a White Zetsu task force to execute a maximum-priority global search for the physical servers (corpses) of these specific operatives."

"That defective beast, the Nine-Tails, has apparently upgraded its cognitive software within Konoha..."

"Konoha is temporarily designated as a low-priority surveillance zone. Retain only a skeleton crew of elite stealth units to monitor Kirigakure assets and the Uchiha sector."

Madara finalized Black Zetsu's deployment orders.

Within Konoha, the White Zetsu intelligence network was experiencing a severe degradation in ROI.

Because their operational grid was constantly shrinking under the aggressive, synchronized radar sweeps of the Uzumaki and Hyuga subsidiaries.

It wasn't that the White Zetsu's Transformation Jutsu encryption was being decrypted. The bug was their inherent processing limits; their low intelligence stats made them incapable of executing seamless behavioral stealth during transit, leading to anomalous behavioral flags.

Not to mention Mito's newly optimized daily routine. She had developed a passion for 'casual patrols.' While she largely avoided the Uchiha sector, the elderly executive spent her days towing Tenzo and accompanied by a miniature fox avatar, logging tens of thousands of steps in post-meal surveillance sweeps!

She had functionally upgraded into a mobile, biological AWACS radar!

How could any standard White Zetsu unit evade that level of active scanning?

Black Zetsu's expression stalled. He had just returned from a prolonged off-site deployment; his chassis hadn't even cooled down, and he was being reassigned to fieldwork immediately?

And the mission parameter was literally grave-robbing the hardware of obsolete, inferior shinobi?

This was the definition of grunt work!

"Acknowledged, Madara-sama." Despite his premium identity as the Third Son of the Rabbit Goddess, corporate hierarchy dictated compliance. He had to submit to executive authority.

Black Zetsu accepted the directory file and ran a detailed scan.

The Kinkaku and Ginkaku units; the Second Mizukage and Second Tsuchikage (those ill-fated rivals); the Second Raikage, and Ashina Uzumaki. A total of six decommissioned assets.

Plus three active-status candidates.

Sasori of the Red Sand from Sunagakure; the Cult Leader of Jashin from the Land of Hot Water; and Yagura Karatachi from Kirigakure.

Including Madara, it totaled ten units.

However, this was merely a beta-phase draft. The optimal configuration for Rinnegan-controlled Six Paths Puppets was 'six.' But if an asset suffered catastrophic hardware failure, it could easily be repaired or hot-swapped with a new unit.

The same logic applied to the active candidates.

Madara was concurrently running background checks on the 'Seisui' and 'Obito' assets.

Naturally, his primary strategic target remained Hiruzen Sarutobi. He aimed to deploy verifiable market facts to force an ideological reboot of his youthful vision's successor.

Black Zetsu shot a side-eye at A-Huo, actively suppressing his internal HR friction.

Historically, this low-tier grunt work was strictly outsourced to the White Zetsu models. Since when was he demoted to this sector?

But as long as Madara was finally rebooting his core drive and abandoning that disastrous 'Proxy Franchise Plan,' Black Zetsu calculated that absorbing this temporary operational penalty was a highly profitable investment.

Leveraging his millennium of elite industry experience, extracting a few physical servers was a trivial logistical hurdle. Securing the intel and biometric data on those active targets was equally low-friction.

As long as the operations were staged outside of Konoha's firewall, the success rate approached 100%!

"Madara has finally optimized his algorithms. That previous risk-averse posture... he actually considered becoming the Ten-Tails Jinchuriki himself?"

"He should have executed this roadmap cycles ago!"

"Leveraging the Gedo Statue and the Rinnegan's administrative privileges to reformat these global elites into obedient combat tools."

"I will focus my sub-routines on discovering a method to further restore his hardware specs, ensuring his chassis can support the Ten-Tails payload. When the next global market war initiates, we execute synchronized stealth strikes against every subsidiary's Jinchuriki!"

"With a mere five to ten-year incubation period, this is the highest-probability roadmap for unsealing Mother!"

Black Zetsu harbored extreme dissatisfaction with Madara's previous proxy plan.

As an operative who had engineered countless hostile takeovers only to see them crash, Black Zetsu understood a fundamental market reality:

If a strategic roadmap is extended across a twenty-to-thirty-year timeline, no matter how rigorous the initial architecture, critical bugs will inevitably spawn. The shinobi industry simply possessed too much chaotic volatility. Anomalous prodigies consistently disrupted the market.

Furthermore, Madara's proxy plan lacked true operational rigor; in Black Zetsu's analytics, it resembled a face-saving exit strategy.

"To achieve a true rollback of Madara's biological age... requires the Power of All Creation."

Black Zetsu processed this data with significant friction.

That was a proprietary asset exclusive to the Otsutsuki corporate entity. While he possessed a fragmented source code of it, transferring it to Madara was absolutely unauthorized.

That was Mother's ultimate, single-use failsafe protocol.

Once expended, it could not be replenished. It was strictly reserved for catastrophic outlier scenarios.

But within the current shinobi market, where could he possibly source another Otsutsuki asset?

Based on Black Zetsu's analytics, it was a mathematical impossibility.

"I will continue running deep scans. The shinobi market is a highly anomalous sector; perhaps I can identify an operative with an ultra-rare genetic mutation that can serve as a compatible patch."

"If that protocol fails, I will engineer a scenario forcing Madara to accept a temporary, high-risk hardware overclock and gamble the outcome. He will dance to my algorithms!"

With a clear roadmap projected, Black Zetsu's operational drive spiked.

However, what Black Zetsu failed to calculate was that Madara had zero intention of deploying the Six Paths Puppets in a crude, synchronized swarm attack.

At least, not in the initial rollout phase.

Because the core parameters of the entire operation had silently undergone a major revision.

The current objective was a rigorous stress test: could Konoha's regulatory framework withstand extreme market pressure and survive? He needed to utilize this data to force a deep-level cognitive reboot in Hiruzen Sarutobi, compelling him to voluntarily authorize the Eye of the Moon Project.

Madara self-identified as a highly logical executive.

Back in his startup phase, he didn't instantly initiate PvP with Butsuma Senju. He only punched up one or two weight classes above his tier.

The pressure applied to Konoha should logically adhere to this exact scaling protocol.

Furthermore, Madara's risk-assessment models flagged a critical warning: if he applied excessive, unfiltered kinetic pressure, it might trigger a desperate countermeasure—Konoha might execute the Edo Tensei on both Hashirama and Tobirama.

If they booted up with the majority of their original base stats intact, the resulting market volatility would be apocalyptic.

Three days later.

Following intensive medical optimization, the structural damage to Nagato's ocular hardware slots had been stabilized. The violent fluctuations in his vitality metrics—caused by the rapid extraction and subsequent re-injection—had returned to baseline parameters.

And precisely as Fugaku had proposed.

Isshin, accompanied by Fugaku, requested an executive summit with Mito, acting as the official PR proxies for the Uchiha to issue a formal, highly sincere apology regarding Seisui's conduct.

They urged Mito to contextualize it as a junior associate's lack of market awareness, and stated that if Nagato required the hardware, the Uchiha could supply a Sharingan unit.

Mito naturally facilitated a highly amicable dialogue. After all, the root cause wasn't an inherent flaw in the Uchiha brand, but rather a catastrophic bug originating from Tobirama's genetic code.

The Uchiha fragment of Seisui's DNA was sourced from Izuna, whose historical EQ (Emotional Intelligence) metrics were quite premium.

Shortly after, Tenzo also logged into the summit.

It wasn't that the Hyuga and Uzumaki possessed any existing PR friction. It was purely a strategic calculation by Tenzo: he could not allow the Uchiha to monopolize the positive PR yield. If the Main Branch was securing dividends, they had to aggressively demonstrate corporate synergy.

Losing a Byakugan to an external contractor would normally be classified as a catastrophic IP breach.

But transferring it to the village, and specifically to Mito (who served as a proxy for Hiruzen Sarutobi)? That was categorized as high-tier corporate philanthropy!

Mito found the negotiations highly satisfactory, but her internal processors were struggling to maintain composure. She experienced a severe wave of déjà vu, recalling Tobirama's unhinged R&D proposals.

Why was every subsidiary attempting to hot-swap their proprietary Bloodline Limits into Nagato's chassis?

This architectural patching was wildly reckless!

However, Mito did not issue an immediate executive authorization. Regardless of the logistics, Nagato remained an operative classified under Amegakure. Even if they shared a genetic lineage, she needed to run a deep diagnostic on his ideological alignment.

The Sharingan and Byakugan were nominally being transferred to an Uzumaki, but structurally, they were investments in Konoha's future market cap.

Mito comprehended this distinction with absolute clarity.

Konoha Medical Center.

Nagato rested in his recovery unit. Having received the intel that Hiruzen Sarutobi had successfully extracted Hanzo, Yahiko, and Konan with zero casualties, his emotional output remained relatively stable despite the total loss of his optical hardware.

As long as his team was secure, the operational outcome was acceptable!

However, an intense, burning demand for scaled combat metrics inevitably ignited within him, accompanied by a complex, agonizing internal conflict.

His base stats were abysmally low!

His parents had been liquidated in a kinetic exchange with Konoha operatives. Yet now, he and his closest allies had been bailed out by the Hokage?

It felt like an un-auditable, paradoxical cycle of karma, generating severe psychological friction.

"Sigh..." Nagato exhaled heavily. He had yet to recalibrate his sensors to the absolute darkness.

What user desired to operate with zero visual feedback?

At that moment.

Mito gently knocked and opened the ward door, seating herself in the visitor's chair beside Nagato. She smiled warmly. "I am Mito Uzumaki."

The millisecond Mito breached the perimeter, Nagato detected a highly familiar chakra signature.

For the Uzumaki workforce, while not every unit booted up the 'Mind's Eye of the Kagura', their baseline sensory capabilities were universally elite, functioning as their 'secondary optical array'.

"Greetings, I am Nagato."

Nagato immediately initiated a sit-up protocol.

"Remain in standby mode. I merely wish to open a dialogue with you."

"Every time I verify the active status of another clansman, it significantly boosts my morale." Mito settled into the chair, speaking with a benevolent, matriarchal tone.

The vibrant red hair and the specific chakra frequency—the biometric data unequivocally authenticated his lineage.

"?"

Mito ran a deeper, secondary scan. She suddenly detected the proprietary chakra signature exclusive to the Senju genetic line.

While the Uzumaki and Senju were closely allied sister-corporations, having split their operations and bred independently for centuries, distinct architectural differences had evolved.

"Child..."

"I may actually be a direct node in your family tree."

Mito stated slowly. "What were the designations of your immediate family? Did any possess the red hair trait?"

"My mother did. Her designation was Fuso." At the mention of his gentle mother, Nagato's emotional metrics crashed, his internal state becoming highly volatile.

"Fuso?"

Mito's internal database pinged a match. "Do you retain the data regarding your grandmother's designation?"

Nagato processed the query for a moment. "Her designation was Hana Uzumaki, but I only logged that data during rare dialogues with my mother."

This time, Mito's system stalled in silence.

After a brief latency, Mito spoke softly, "Hana Uzumaki... was the daughter of my biological sister. Which designates her as your grandmother."

Nagato's internal processors experienced a massive shock!

"Cross-referencing that with the Senju genetic markers in your hardware... I can fully decompile your origin code."

Mito sighed deeply. "Your grandfather was designated Akira Senju. He was part of the historical cross-pollination initiative between the Uzumaki and Senju. Because he fundamentally rejected the extreme corporate culture enforced by the CEO at the time, Butsuma Senju, he executed a permanent lateral transfer into the Uzumaki clan."

"Your mother was their direct output."

"In corporate terms... I am your Great-Grand Aunt."

Within massive legacy conglomerates like the Uzumaki and Senju, mapping a direct familial connection was statistically common.

It was standard industry networking.

But against the macro-backdrop of the Uzumaki subsidiary's near-total market liquidation, this discovery generated a profound surge of familial loyalty that was increasingly rare.

"This..." Nagato temporarily lost his language module formatting.

During Hanzo's aggressive corporate onboarding sessions for Ame operatives, Nagato had reviewed extensive historical data. He was fully aware that Mito served as the ultimate stabilizing anchor for the Konoha conglomerate.

A Warring States titan, the First Hokage's widow, the Uzumaki Princess!

But Nagato had never run a simulation where he shared such a direct, premium genetic link with her.

He didn't flag Mito's data as a spoof attempt.

What was her executive clearance level?

He was a depreciated, blind asset. What ROI could she possibly generate by manipulating him?

"You..."

"Sigh!" Nagato's core ached violently. Did this data mean the liquidation of his parents by Konoha operatives was fundamentally a catastrophic friendly-fire incident between allied personnel?

They were literally part of the same corporate family!

"Nagato, if you have error logs pending, execute a data dump."

Mito stared directly into Nagato's hollow optical slots, speaking softly. "Buffering unresolved trauma will eventually crash your entire system. I will allocate processing power to engineer a solution for you."

"You are my Great-Grand Nephew."

Nagato's hands trembled slightly. "Great-Grandmother... my mother and father were terminated during the global market war. And it was an accidental kinetic strike by Konoha operatives..."

"However..."

"Please do not misinterpret my data. I have already compiled the reality: the absolute liability falls on Iwagakure and Sunagakure for aggressively expanding the combat zone. Konoha is absolved of primary fault."

"But verifying that my family possessed such deep legacy ties to Konoha, yet were so tragically..."

Nagato's coolant systems leaked tears of profound distress.

Why was the shinobi market engineered with such twisted, brutal architecture?

The algorithm of fate seemed uniquely designed to troll its users, perpetually spawning scenarios where allied personnel mutually liquidated one another!

Mito also sighed, her expression rendering heavily.

"Regarding this specific failure point, I must issue a formal apology to you, Nagato."

"At a macro level, the Uzumaki subsidiary should have executed a full merger with Konoha. However, my father, Ashina Uzumaki—who was the CEO of the Uzumaki at the time, and your Great-Great-Grandfather—was completely obsessed with fuinjutsu R&D."

"He repeatedly failed to reach a consensus with Hashirama and Tobirama's board, ultimately executing a hard fork to establish an independent state and corporate entity."

"After that split, I established my permanent residence in Konoha. No executive possessed the leverage to override my father's stubborn directives."

"His proprietary jutsu triggered severe HR friction within the Uzumaki workforce, as the beta testing required high compatibility from juvenile assets. A splinter faction of personnel formally resigned and extracted themselves from Uzushiogakure, several fiscal years prior to the nation's total liquidation."

"Based on your chronological timestamp, your mother was highly likely part of that extracted faction."

"If I had successfully vetoed my father's roadmap, the entire Uzumaki workforce would have spawned directly within the Land of Fire, natively integrated into Konoha, enjoying the full protection of the corporate firewall."

Mito's audio output carried a distinct trace of sorrow.

The 'Myriad Seals Body Integration Mark' was the Uzumaki equivalent of the Uchiha's Mangekyou Sharingan—a bloody, high-casualty phase of their corporate history.

During the Warring States era, every operative was overclocked to the point of madness; the pursuit of raw combat metrics possessed zero ethical limiters.

As long as the R&D yielded a single top-tier strategic asset, the CEOs calculated the liquidation of a percentage of the workforce as a highly profitable, zero-risk investment.

"You bear zero liability for that."

Nagato remained silent, parsing the profound sense of executive helplessness in Mito's tone.

He understood the geopolitical reality: a female executive transferred via corporate marriage lost all administrative leverage over her original subsidiary.

Even if her partner was the CEO, Hashirama Senju, it didn't alter the access permissions.

"I simply..."

"I simply detected your chakra signature, and it initiated a memory recall of my family. It reminded me of my mother." Nagato fully authenticated his genetic link to Mito.

At this proximity, even without specialized sensory R&D, Nagato's baseline bloodline talent allowed him to detect that Mito's chakra frequency shared distinct architectural similarities with his mother, Fuso's.

"I miss my mother, Great-Grandmother..." Nagato began to sob silently. The combined data streams of his mother's memory and his current optical blindness forced his emotional metrics into a critical overload.

Triggered by the thought, Nagato suddenly began executing a frantic physical search of his immediate perimeter, his blind face rendering sheer panic.

"Are you running a query for a specific glass container?"

"Is it this item?" Mito asked softly. "A single strand of crimson hair?"

Resting on the bedside console was a reinforced, miniature glass vial. It contained a single strand of Fuso's hair, an item Nagato had kept permanently cached in his inventory as a psychological firewall for years.

Nagato vented a massive breath of stale air, his internal panic subroutine terminating.

Mito analyzed the violently fluctuating emotional metrics within Nagato's system, narrowing her eyes.

The Nine-Tails initiated a comms ping: "This brat's hardware specs are premium, but his emotional stability algorithms are highly volatile. Malicious output occasionally spikes through his filters."

"If you intend to deploy him as a corporate asset, you must execute a permanent patch for his psychological bugs."

Mito nodded in agreement.

Since transferring a percentage of its chakra portfolio to Shio Uzumaki, and securing Hiruzen's executive authorization, the Nine-Tails was now permitted—with Mito's administrative oversight—to utilize an artificial Shadow Clone chassis (taking the form of a miniature fox) to execute external patrols.

It lacked clearance for unmonitored, wide-area roaming, requiring Mito to act as its handler during these patrols to slowly acclimate the Konoha workforce to its presence.

Otherwise, sudden jumpscares could trigger severe security incidents.

However, this epoch-making upgrade in its operational freedom had convinced the fox—after skimming a few corporate strategy manuals—that it was now a premier Konoha strategic consultant!

Participating in corporate infrastructure development was an incredibly novel and engaging user experience for the Tailed Beast.

"I have compiled a strategic roadmap. Execute my protocol, and I guarantee a 100% success rate!"

The Nine-Tails crossed its tiny paws, broadcasting with immense arrogance.

"Oh? You've formulated a strategy?" Mito replied while continuing to run soothing protocols for Nagato.

"You currently possess a biological sample of his mother's hardware, correct? Extract a fragment. Then, route yourself to the Konoha maximum-security server (prison). Requisition a hostile intelligence asset or a scheduled-for-liquidation death row inmate, and execute the Edo Tensei protocol."

"Facilitate a direct, face-to-face summit between the mother and son. Won't that instantly patch his psychological bug?"

"Given Konoha's current explosive bullish growth, and your premium executive status as his relative, any rational mother would demand her asset secure this high-yield lifestyle. A single directive from her will override ten of your PR pitches!"

The Nine-Tails outlined its strategy bluntly. While the beast's ethical compliance algorithms were notoriously deprecated, the logic was ruthlessly effective.

"If you detect a risk of the mother outputting unauthorized data, the Edo Tensei includes admin override protocols for mind control, correct?"

"That will be entirely unnecessary." Mito decisively vetoed the mind-control variable. Wouldn't that reduce her operational methodology to the exact same level as Tobirama's?

But Mito was undeniably intrigued by the core proposal.

She possessed a historical ledger of goodwill toward Nagato's lineage.

If she hadn't deployed kinetic intervention back in the day, Nagato's grandparents would have been permanently liquidated by the Kaguya clan.

Nagato's mother likely possessed this historical data in her archives.

Therefore, scheduling a transparent summit was highly likely to result in a negotiated settlement and mutual alignment.

The shinobi market was truly a bizarre ecosystem.

The Uchiha and Senju had engaged in lethal PvP for countless fiscal cycles, yet ultimately signed a merger agreement.

The Sarutobi and Shimura factions previously maintained high-level hostility, yet Hiruzen and Danzo currently operated as a highly optimized executive duo.

"Nagato, do I have authorization to extract a single strand of hair?"

Mito asked softly.

Nagato nodded, not allocating excess processing power to the request. He simply assumed Mito was utilizing the item for nostalgic memory recall.

Mito stood up and slowly extracted herself from the ward.

Leaving Nagato temporarily idled in confusion.

What was the strategic intent?

Approximately two fiscal hours later, Mito re-entered the perimeter of the medical ward.

However, this time, she did not log in solo. Trailing immediately behind her was Nagato's mother, Fuso!

"My son!" Fuso rapidly closed the distance, executing a tight, physical embrace protocol.

"Mom!" Nagato's audio output spiked in shock. He instantly locked onto Fuso's chassis, his coolant systems failing entirely as tears streamed down his face.

He lacked the bandwidth to run analytics on how this technical miracle was achieved.

Mito-sama and the Konoha corporate entity possessed utterly incomprehensible, god-tier admin privileges!

Mito observed the interaction silently, shaking her head.

She had never projected a scenario where she would voluntarily initiate the deployment of Tobirama's restricted jutsu architecture.

And specifically, the Edo Tensei—a protocol originally engineered with the most toxic, malicious core logic.

"The architecture is flawless... it is merely a tragedy that Tobirama was the lead developer." Witnessing the extreme emotional peak of the mother and son, Mito issued a profound, heartfelt corporate evaluation.

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