"I'm already seventy or eighty percent recovered!" Madara clenched his fist, feeling the abundant strength within him, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Brother! Why did you get up on your own again? Get back in bed!" Tang San lifted the curtain with a bowl of medicine in hand. When he saw his brother had already jumped out of bed, he frowned again and pressed him back down.
"Xiao San, didn't I tell you? I'm fine!" Madara forcibly took the bowl of medicine and spoke helplessly.
"Still no! Even tendon and bone injuries take a hundred days to heal!" Tang San remained stubborn, leaving no room for negotiation in his tone.
"Fine then!" Madara had endured all kinds of hardships and dangerous situations, yet he had no way to deal with his younger brother and could only obediently rest and recuperate.
Tang San looked at Madara, who had closed his eyes as though he were asleep, and finally let out a sigh of relief before walking out with a heavy heart.
The moment Tang San left, Madara's tightly shut eyes suddenly flew open, and he immediately jumped out of bed again without hesitation.
These days of recuperation had truly stifled Madara badly.
"Now I should find a place to test my Mangekyo Sharingan abilities!" Madara put the equipment by his bedside back on, then secretly climbed out through the rear window.
"Whew!" Madara ran and leaped freely through the trees, venting the frustration he had built up over the past few days as he raced toward the mountain behind the academy.
The back mountain of Blue Tyrant Academy was very quiet. Hardly anyone ever came here, making it look somewhat desolate, but it was the perfect place for Madara to secretly test his abilities.
"Then, let's begin!" Madara activated his Sharingan. The