Long Live The Hokage

When Masahiko saw Madara, he was ready to receive his thunderous blow, but who knew that Madara's only remaining Sharingan turned and sat down slowly.

"It's been a long time, old man."

Masahiko was slightly stunned, the gravitational force broke out, and a flat rock naturally protruded from his feet. He also sat down and looked at Madara Uchiha at the same level.

"Why, you know you're not my opponent, so you didn't do anything when you saw me? Madara, you've fallen, and the former you wouldn't be afraid of the strength of the enemy." Masahiko looked heartbroken.

Madara's face was already wrinkled and his hair was nearly white, but the throbbing veins on his forehead proved that he was still alive... maybe.

After a long time, Madara let out a sigh of relief, "Old guy, you still owe it so much."

Masahiko smiled, "Don't call me an old guy, now we don't know who is the old guy."

After that, there was a long silence, Madara's eyes were closed tightly, he didn't know what to think, and Masahiko looked at him with a smile.

"Old guy," Madara finally said, "I have some questions I need your answers to."

Masahiko was startled, nodded slowly, and did not refuse.

"Does unlimited monthly reading really exist?"

Madara's question surprised Masahiko, but he took it for granted. Because of him, Heijue showed his flaws many times, and he didn't believe that Madara would not notice it at all. What surprised him was why Madara asked him, as if Masahiko knew what Infinity Tsukiyomi was.

"What infinite monthly reading?" Masahiko looked puzzled, pretending to be serious.

"Old guy, don't hide it..."

"You seem to have known that Quanna would die, you knew that I would leave Konoha, and you even knew that I would attack Konoha..." Madara said slowly, "With your personality, you can't hide anything Yes, only that idiot in Hashirama can't find anything!"

Masahiko: "..."

He felt that he hadn't shown too many abnormalities in these years, but he didn't expect that sometimes, his overly calm expression in the face of the plot could make Madara suspicious.

"Is that true?" Seeing that Masahiko fell silent, Madara spoke again, "So this time, you also knew that I would let Jue find Nagato?"

Masahiko was startled,

Sighed.

"It turns out that there is a flaw here."

Masahiko sank his heart and smiled, "This is just a coincidence, I can only blame your bad luck."

"Blame my fate?" Madara stood up and paused every word, "So, you even know the ability of the reincarnation eye? You even know my purpose."

Masahiko's expression changed several times, he covered his mouth with his hands, and after a while he let go and smiled wryly.

"Madara, when did you become so smart? If you had been able to do so long ago, you wouldn't be in the situation you are today. You and Hashirama might be able to create a truly peaceful and prosperous world."

"The real peaceful and prosperous age..." Madara muttered, "So, is it a lie to say that unlimited monthly reading?"

Masahiko hesitated and shook his head, "It's true, but that's not peace."

After only explaining such a sentence, Masahiko changed the subject and didn't want to say more.

"Twenty-four years apart, don't you want to know more about the Uchiha? Or do you already know it through Hei Ze?"

"What does it have to do with me?"

Madara sat down again.

Masahiko smiled helplessly. It seems that Madara has already learned about Uchiha's situation from Kuro Zena, but he is not good at expressing his inner comfort.

Even if Madara doesn't care much about his tribe, the words that Uchiha Quanna asked him to protect his tribe before his death should have a great influence on him.

Masahiko saw that Madara had no intention of doing anything at all, instead he said a few words, just like a tired old man, he closed his eyes and rested, and he also diverted his attention. More than half an hour has passed since seeing Madara, Masahiko's attention has been on Madara, and until now, he has time to pay attention to the surrounding environment.

The underground space is very wide. Masahiko entered from the bottom of the end valley and ran southwest for more than ten kilometers before he saw Madara. As for this place, if Masahiko's sense of direction is correct, above his head should be Kazama Kazuya from the Warring States Period, which was later renamed Kazama Kazuhara by Masahiko.

And underground, not far from Madara, there is a strange-looking stone statue, tens of meters high, with many round stone pillars protruding from its shoulders.

Looking around carefully, Masahiko looked at Madara with a smile, "The living environment is fairly spacious, but it's really hard work without seeing the sun for so many years. However, your skin hasn't turned white..."

Madara didn't respond, Masahiko paused, and then said, "The hope of resurrection is gone, do you want to die here in obscurity?"

Madara opened a Sharingan again, took a deep look at Masahiko, expressionless, and spoke again.

"One more question, what the hell is that black guy?"

Masahiko smiled, "That's your will. Hashirama is the will of fire, and you are the will of black. One red and one black, they match well..."

Madara frowned and said no more. After all, he was getting old, and he was afraid to say a few words to Masahiko, cerebral thrombosis, high blood pressure and so on.

"Return your things to you!" Masahiko hesitated, took out the box containing the reincarnation eye, and threw it back.

Madara reached out to catch it, and this time his face was no longer expressionless, "Old guy, you are still as courageous as ever."

Masahiko shook his head, "I just don't want to miss the last chance to win you. Without the eyes of reincarnation, you are really vulnerable now. Even if I win, I won't win by force."

Madara clenched his right fist, and after a while, slowly released it, and began to switch eyes.

"Old man, you still owe it so much." Madara repeated his opening remarks.

Masahiko recalled, "In my impression, we fought three times, and I lost in the end. The first time, I was 49 years old and you were 17 years old; the second time, I was 62 years old and you were 30 years old; the second time, I was 62 years old and you were 30 years old. Three times, I was 67 and you were 35."

"But now," Masahiko sighed, "I am 100 years old and you are 68 years old. Do you still have the strength to fight me?"

Madara didn't answer, the power of Samsara Eye returned to him again, his chakra fluctuated slightly, his white hair turned black slowly, and the wrinkles on his face gradually smoothed out. Two minutes later, the familiar Uchiha Madara Appeared in front of Masahiko.

Masahiko was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "When we fought in the second battle, you saw my youthful appearance and thought that I had overdrawn my vitality to deal with you. Unexpectedly, you will have such a day."

"Old guy, don't blame me when you die!" Madara didn't answer directly, and he didn't want to end up in a silent death.

"I'm going to die?" Masahiko curled his lips, "I will fight with you one last time, I wish you a good journey!"