We Are All the Same Kind

Their gazes met in silence, each reflecting the other's figure in their eyes.

"It's been a long time. Let me see how much you've grown."

Madara spoke in a low voice.

"I suppose I've grown a little." Mimi responded, "But what about you? How much fight do you still have left in you?"

"More than enough to deal with a little girl."

"Oh, is that so?"

Mimi pointed ahead and said, "Pick a place. Ground battle, aerial battle—it's all up to you."

"How generous." Madara looked at the army behind Mimi and said, "Are you afraid I'll break your toys?"

"Of course. I put a lot of effort into them." Mimi said, "It would be such a waste if they were all destroyed here."

"I'm a merciful man." Madara said, "You can send your toys running first."

"Why, thank you." As she spoke, Mimi waved for the ninjas to come forward. After giving them their orders, the army continued onward.

The army deliberately went around the two of them. On the endless Wheat Field, Mimi said, "These fields were planted with so much effort, only to be destroyed like this. Don't you think it's a shame?"

"You really know how to push your luck." Madara folded his arms and said, "You pick the place. I don't care."

"Then I won't hold back." Mimi tilted her head and gestured. "This way."

The two walked one after the other. Neither seemed to be in a hurry, and the atmosphere was somewhat silent along the way.

When all was said and done, what was there to talk about with an old man?

In any case, Mimi was a girl in her twenties. Was she supposed to ask Madara what he thought of the situation in Syria?

She wasn't that bored.

A fight was