Repetitive Flip-Flopping (Important Information at the End-Shocking! This Author Actually...)

Repetitive Flip-Flopping (Important Information at the End—Shocking! This Author Actually...)

"Don't trust him! It's not too late to turn back!"

Jiraiya said anxiously, a sense of unease welling up inside him.

Madara remained as confident as ever. In an impassioned, bewitching tone, he continued loudly, "Let's join hands and create a new world together! Think of your loved ones who died in the war, and all the effort you've put in over the years. Now that you have the chance to change all of this completely, what are you still hesitating for?"

Madara had only alluded to the matter of "owing me your life" at the very beginning, then said no more.

Those who could be swayed by gratitude didn't need constant reminders. The result would be the same either way.

As for those heartless people who didn't care, they would naturally say things like, "Someone come feed this young master his pie!" "Is anyone there?" and "That'll affect the team's training"—utterances no one could make heads or tails of.

After all, what did a meal's worth of gratitude, casually ordering takeout, or letting an orphan spend New Year's at your house mean to them?

They were nothing more than small favors.

Mention it too often, and you'd only make enemies.

That was why Madara had merely brought it up once and said no more.

He believed that since the other party had deliberately revealed the existence of the Rinnegan at this point, he must have had some ulterior motive.

Aoba hadn't been listening to Madara's nonsense at all. Instead, he looked at Itachi and asked an utterly inexplicable question: "Do you believe me?"

Itachi nodded. "No matter what you've done, I believe you."

Aoba, who had been staring straight at Itachi, suddenly smiled sincerely. "That's enough for me. Once