My Sharingan is here? What the hell?
Madara stepped forward.
"Are you playing some kind of word game?"
Konan said calmly, "It's nothing. Don't mind it."
—Banshō Ten'in!
Madara pulled an empty sofa from the corner with gravitational force, held it up with one hand, and placed it beside Chen.
He flicked back the hem of his brand-new red rose God Robe, sat down, crossed his arms over his chest, and crossed one leg over the other.
Turning to Chen, he said, "I'm taking your daughter."
"She is already an Inner Disciple of Uchiha Madara."
Chen smiled. "Is this just a notification?"
Madara countered, "Do you have any objections?"
Chen said, "No. It is Yuki's good fortune. Please take good care of her, Uncle Madara."
At that moment, Konan served Madara some tea.
Madara picked up the teacup.
On the clear surface of the tea, his own face gradually reflected Yuki's features.
"I have lived for nearly a hundred years, and I have seen no fewer than a dozen geniuses in the Uchiha Clan, but I never once considered taking a disciple. On one hand, I believe Yuki has great potential. On the other, I feel that child and I are fated."
"This Pledge of Master and Disciple carries great weight. From this day on, she is no longer merely your daughter. She is also the disciple of Uchiha Madara."
With that, Madara drained his tea in one gulp.
"Ah, I understand. I believe it is equally meaningful to Yuki." Chen tapped the edge of the table with his teacup, then tilted his head back and finished the tea in his cup.
Konan refilled Chen and Madara's cups, then poured another round for everyone present before sitting across from Chen.
Chen asked Konan, "Have you had breakfast?"
Konan replied elegantly,