Uchiha Madara understood very well what emotions were needed to awaken the Sharingan.
So he knew that when someone awakened it—especially due to the pain of losing a loved one—the grief flooding their entire body would gather in the brain and violently stimulate its nerves.
The stimulation could even become excessive, causing mental abnormalities.
Some Uchiha clan members could adjust afterward, while others became extreme.
But no matter what, he had truly never heard of anyone becoming more cheerful and optimistic.
Was it because the emotional stimulus had not been enough, or because it had been too much?
It should not have been insufficient. Chiga had awakened the Sharingan, so his emotions had clearly reached the necessary point.
But excessive stimulation should not have made him more outgoing either.
As Uchiha Madara sank into thought, White Zetsu, who had been waiting nearby for instructions, was already bored.
"Lord Madara, are you going to sleep? Would you like me to put a blanket over you?"
He glanced at Uchiha Madara and could not help saying it.
"Lord Madara, you're getting old. You should keep warm when you sleep. Catching a cold at your age could be fatal."
"Shut up!"
Uchiha Madara's face darkened. White Zetsu's intelligence-gathering abilities were indeed useful, but his personality was truly hard to describe.
Although White Zetsu had interrupted his thoughts, Uchiha Madara had already decided on his next move.
He calmly ordered, "Send the intelligence on Uchiha Chiga's team mission to the Land of Water. Their upper ranks will know what to do."
Even with his crippled body, Uchiha Madara's strength could not be underestimated.
Moreover, he knew that intelligence alone was not enough to plunge the Shinobi World into chaos, so he had seized the right opportunity to control the Land of Water.
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