Long Live The Hokage

When Masahiko saw Madara, he was ready for his thunderbolt blow. Who knew that the only Sharingan left in Madara was spinning, and then sat down slowly.

“It’s really long time no see, old fellow.”

Masahiko slightly startled, gravitational collapse, underfoot naturally highlighted a flat rock, he also sat down, looking up at Uchiha Madara.

“Why, know that it’s not my opponent, so you can’t even see me when you see me? Madara, you have fallen, and you wouldn’t have feared the strength of the enemy before.” Masahiko looked distressed.

Madara’s face was already full of wrinkles and her hair was almost white, but the blood vessels on the forehead proved that he was still alive … maybe.

It took a long time for Madara to breathe out, “old fellow, you still owe so much.”

Masahiko laughed, “Don’t call me an old fellow, we are not necessarily who the old fellow is now.”

After that, there was a long silence, Madara both eyes closed tightly, I don’t know what was thinking, and Masahiko looked-at him with a smile.

“Old fellow,” Madara finally said, “I have some questions that need your answer.”

Masahiko startled, slowly nodded, no rejection.

“Does Infinite Tsukuyomi really exist?”

Madara’s question surprised Masahiko, but felt as it should be by rights. Black Zetsu exposed the weak spot many times because of his reasons. He didn’t believe that Madara would not notice it at all. All he was surprised was why Madara asked him, as if Masahiko knew what Infinite Tsukuyomi was.

“What Infinite Tsukuyomi?” Masahiko looked puzzled, pretending to be real.

“Old fellow, don’t hide it …”

“You seem to have known that Izuna would die, you knew that I would leave Konoha, and even knew that I would attack Konoha …” Madara slowly started to talk, “You character, you can’t hide anything And only the idiot Hashirama couldn’t find anything! “

Masahiko: “…”

He feels that he has not shown too many abnormalities in these years, and he did not expect that sometimes the overly calm expression in the face of the plot could also make Madara doubt.

“Is that so?” Seeing Masahiko falling silent, Madara started to talk again, “So this time, you already knew that I would never go to Nagato?”

Masahiko startled, sighed.

“It turned out to be a weak spot here.”

Masahiko sinks his heart, laughed, “This is just a coincidence, I can only blame you for your bad life.”

“Blames me for not being good?” Madara stood up and said word by word, “So you even perfect Rinnegan’s ability? Even my purpose is understood.”

Masahiko’s expression changed, and he covered his mouth with his hands.

“Madara, when have you been so smart, if you could have been so early, you would not have reached the point where you are today, you and Hashima might be able to create a true peace.”

“True peace …” Madara muttered. “So, is Infinite Tsukuyomi fake?”

Masahiko hesitated, shake one’s head, “It’s true, but that’s not peace.”

After explaining just one sentence, Masahiko left the topic and did not want to say more.

“Twenty-four years apart, don’t you want to learn more about Uchiha? Or is you already understood through Black Zetsu?”

“What to do with me.”

Madara sat down again.

Masahiko smiled helplessly. It seems that Madara has learned about Uchiha from Black Zetsu, but he is not good at expressing his heart’s contentment.

Even if Madara didn’t care about clansman himself, Uchiha Izuna’s words that let him protect clansman before he died should have a great influence on him.

Masahiko saw Madara with no intention at all, instead he said a few words, just like a tired old man, with his eyes closed, he also turned his attention away. It has been more than half an hour since we saw Madara. Masahiko’s attention has been on Madara. Until now, he had no time to pay attention to the surrounding environment.

The underground space is very wide. Masahiko entered from the bottom of the Valley of the End, running for more than ten kilometers to the southwest before seeing Madara. And this place, if Masahiko’s sense of direction is not wrong, the top of the head should be Valley of Wind of the Warring States Period, which was later renamed by Masahiko as Kazama and Hara.

In the underground, not far from Madara, there is a weird stone statue, several dozen meters high, and several round stone pillars protruding from the shoulders. It should be the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, which is the body of Ten-Tails. .

Looking around carefully, Masahiko smiled and looked towards Madara. “The living environment is quite spacious, but it has been hard to see the sun for so many years. However, your skin has not turned white …”

Madara didn’t respond, Masahiko paused, and then started to talk, “Hope for resurrection is gone, do you want to die here in obscurity?”

Madara opened a Sharingan again, took a deep look at Masahiko, expressionless, and started to talk again.

“One more question, what exactly is that black guy?”

Masahiko laughed, “That’s your Willpower. Hashirama is Will of Fire, you’re black Willpower. One red and one black, so good match …”

Madara frowned and stopped speaking. After all, he was old, and he was afraid to say a few more words to Masahiko, cerebral thrombosis, hypertension and so on.

“Return your stuff!” Masahiko hesitated, pulled out the box containing Rinnegan, and threw it back.

Madara reached out to catch it, and this time her face was no longer expressionless. “Old fellow, your courage is as big as ever.”

Masahiko shaking one’s head, “I just don’t want to miss the last chance to win you. Without Rinnegan, now you are really unable to withstand a single blow. I won even if I win.”

Madara clenched her right fist, slowly released it after a while, and started changing her eyes.

“Old fellow, you are still so underplayed.” Madara repeated the opening remarks.

Masahiko recalled, “In the impression, we fought three times, and it was all I lost. In the first time, I was 49, you were 17; in the second time, I was 62, you were 30; The third time, I was 67, and you were 35. “

“But now,” Masahiko sighed, “I’m 100, you’re 68, do you still have a fight with me?”

Madara didn’t answer, Rinnegan’s strength returned to him again, Chakra was slightly turbulent, a white hair turned slowly to black, and the wrinkles on his face slowly smoothed out. Two minutes later, the familiar Uchiha Madara appeared again. In front of Masahiko.

Masahiko froze and smiled, “In our second wartime, you saw my youth and thought that I had overdrawn my life force in order to deal with you. I did not expect that you would have such a day.”

“Old fellow, don’t blame me for being dead!” Madara didn’t answer directly, and he didn’t want to end up silently in the end.

“I’m going to die?” Masahiko curl one’s lip, “Let’s play with you for the last time, may you go all the way!”

That’s all for today, I’ll take a closer look at the battle in the next chapter. (How to properly avoid the positive description of the battle)

Hokage fellow, even if I hide from left to right, I still have to intersperse a few battles, I try to write less embarrassing …