What meaning was there in life if one couldn't eat or have fun?
It was lonely at the top. Did standing at the very peak and looking down on everyone else really feel that good?
Ronglin didn't know what others thought, but at least he didn't like that feeling.
"Your tone is still as irritating as ever."
Ronglin's words made Uchiha Madara frown as a powerful aura bore down on him.
Seeing this, Itachi and Kimimaro moved to act, but Ronglin smiled and raised a hand, signaling them not to make any rash moves.
Even under the pressure of Uchiha Madara's overwhelming aura, Ronglin stood as steady as a mountain, his expression unchanged. He shook his head and said with a smile:
"Likewise, your tone makes me uncomfortable too. Madara, you're not young anymore, so why such a bad temper? Anyone who didn't know better might think I stole your wife."
"Or do you want to fight me first and see whether I, Uchiha Ronglin, will interfere with your plan?
If so, there's no need. But if you really want to fight, I have no objections. I'd also like to see just how strong Uchiha Madara was at the height of his power."
"Really?"
Ronglin was the greatest variable—a variable that made people uneasy. As long as he was around, neither Uchiha Madara, Black Zetsu, nor Obito could feel at ease. They were always worried that he would suddenly appear and disrupt the plan.
In the past, Black Zetsu and Obito had not dared provoke Ronglin, but now Madara wanted to settle the matter once and for all.
Unfortunately, the idea was good, but reality was cruel.
"That depends on what you do. Don't forget that all these years, I've kept my promise. Other than when your little pawn managed