At the Uchiha Clan Head's home that afternoon.
Shin listlessly worked on his novel.
"Ugh, I only played a record on a whim. Did the old man really have to chase me all over Konoha in front of so many people...?"
That was right—the map for the Uchiha father-son showdowns had already expanded to encompass the entire village of Konoha.
At this rate, in a few years, they would probably be running all over the Ninja World.
Ten or so years from now, they might even make it to the moon.
"Just wait, old man. Once I finish the prologue, you'll be begging me for the rest!"
As he shouted inside the room, he failed to notice a pair of eyes watching him from a dark corner.
That night, in the underground space not far from Konoha.
"Lord Madara, I have come to report." Zetsu emerged from the ground.
He briefed Madara on the recent events in Konoha, as well as the current situation of their key subject of interest, Uchiha Shin.
"Oh? That brat called Hanzo is ambitious enough to try and seize Mito's clansmen?"
"Looks like each generation in the Ninja World is worse than the last..." Madara's tone grew more agitated. "At his level, he's called a demigod? Back in the Warring States era, I wouldn't have even spared him a glance."
In his eyes, there was not a single ninja in the current Ninja World worthy of his attention.
He was the man who had dared to tell the future Second and Third Tsuchikage to submit to Konoha.
In the proud Uchiha Madara's eyes, there were only two kinds of people in the world.
Hashirama Senju, and everyone else.
Madara was Madara. Even his standards were beyond those of ordinary people.
"In your current condition,