Madara looked calm, but inwardly he was deeply shaken. Over the years, the only person he had ever acknowledged was Hashirama Senju, because Hashirama, like him, was someone who strove for his dreams. But when it came to innovation, even Madara had to admit that Hiden was the truly gifted one.
The Flying Thunder God Technique, the Impure World Reincarnation Jutsu, the Shadow Clone Technique, the Mutual Destruction Explosive Tags—any one of them would have become a village's treasured secret.
Madara had originally thought that innovation could, at most, reach Hiden's level. He had never imagined it could reach Ming Jing's level. It practically overturned everything Madara thought he knew.
"Have you considered it?" Kaguya asked Madara indifferently.
"I agree, but I need the right to use this world." Madara stared at Kaguya and made his demand.
"That cannot be done." Kaguya shook her head. "This is a world jointly created by Hagoromo and Tamamura, specifically to imprison their mother. If I could control this world, I would not have been trapped here for thousands of years. Though I cannot enter and leave this world freely myself, I can grant you the ability to come and go whenever you wish."
"Something like Kamui? That will do. But how did you manage that?" Madara nodded, asking curiously.
"After all these years, even a monkey locked in here would have figured something out." Kaguya said coldly. Being imprisoned here for so long without going mad was a testament to her mental strength.
"I understand!" Madara smiled and accepted Kaguya's explanation.
"Then I shall send you back to the battlefield." Kaguya extended a finger and swiped through the air before Madara. Space, like a sheet of paper, was effortlessly sliced open into a rift. Without another word, Madara passed through it.
The moment