Of the three, Ronglin still looked the youngest. There was no changing that; no matter how mature he was, the appearance of a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old simply could not compare to the others.
Minato had become much more mature and steady than before. As for White Fang, his face had aged considerably. His son was nearly thirty, so it was perfectly normal for him to look older. Fortunately, the Hatake clan's silver hair had always been their hallmark, making him seem less aged...
At his age, the Third Hokage had looked like a genuine old man.
"Say, kid, was Uchiha Madara really that strong? How could Akatsuki, with so few people, stand against the Five Great Shinobi Villages?"
Kid was how White Fang and the others had addressed Ronglin in the past, though it had not been used in a long time.
Ronglin smiled faintly. Everyone reminisced about the past, and he was no exception. Back then, kid had been the nickname he hated most—bar none.
"He could crush all of you with ease. That guy is even stronger than the First Hokage was. The Sharingan, the Rinnegan, and the First Hokage's Wood Release—he could beat you all without breaking a sweat."
"Minato, don't pout. Against a fully formed Susanoo, how exactly would you fight Uchiha Madara?"
"That's true."
It reminded Minato of his battle with Ronglin back then. It had been utterly stifling. Fortunately, Uchiha Madara did not possess that bizarre Power of Time; otherwise, he might as well have surrendered immediately.
"The First Hokage? Wood Release?"
White Fang's brows drew tightly together. "Wasn't Wood Release a secret technique known only to the First Hokage? Why could Uchiha Madara use it too?"
"Heh heh~~~"
White Fang's question made Ronglin chuckle, bringing a trace of embarrassment to White Fang's face.