Kotoamatsukami

"My father!?" Madara floated up from the massive crater, his brows knitting as he tried hard to recall his father.

Madara's father was named Uchiha Tajima. By blood relation, that was true. He was a nameless extra who had died who knew how long ago, so long ago that Madara had nearly forgotten he even had a father.

Thinking back to the Sengoku era, Madara's strongest memory was skipping stones by the river with Hashirama.

Back then, Madara had been such an innocent boy that he could not even pee with someone standing behind him. Hashirama had also been a pure-hearted good kid. Whenever Madara drank downstream, Hashirama would go pee upstream...

Wait, wasn't I recalling my father? Why did I think of Hashirama without even realizing it?

Madara shook his head, burying his complicated thoughts deep within his heart. He said coldly to Duke, "Nonsense. My father died during the Sengoku era. There's no way you could have met him."

"I'm not talking about him," Duke said. "I mean your real father!"

Madara: "..."

The scene fell silent. From a certain perspective, Duke's words counted as a personal attack.

Naturally, Madara flew into a rage and opened his mouth, firing a purple laser beam.

Sage Art: Storm Release Light Fang!

One of the Six Paths Sage Arts, its attack pattern resembled Water Release: Water Severing Wave. It was a powerful chakra cutting beam whose destructive force far surpassed Water Severing Wave and even exceeded Dust Release.

The Storm Release beam was incredibly fast and required no hand seals. Madara's sudden attack caught Duke off guard, shearing away a sizable portion of his black hair and nearly taking off half his head.

"Such sharp perception... is it because of this blizzard?"

Madara looked up at the howling snowflakes and sensed