I Have Eight Ways to Deal with Myself!

Natsu Yuu tossed Madara a golden bell, and Madara caught it again.

"What is this?"

"A treasure that lets you connect with another version of yourself—an Impure World Reincarnation."

"Connect with that useless idiot? What good would that do?"

Madara's disdain was plain to see. He clearly had no love for Impure World Madara, who sat at the very bottom of his personal pecking order.

"He's you from several decades in the future. He's already mastered Hashirama Cells and the Rinnegan. If you get his experience and techniques, I don't need to spell out what comes next, do I?"

"I'll be able to awaken the Rinnegan soon?"

"Exactly."

"But if the Infinite Tsukuyomi is a lie, what use do I have for the Rinnegan?"

"The Rinnegan can bring Izuna back to life. The other you is already working on that, too. Don't you want to revive your little brother? Or, if you want to take it a step further, bring Hashirama back as well?"

"Gah—!"

Madara's heart gave a fierce, painful thump, and he felt his blood instantly boil all over again.

There was no question: that proposal had struck Madara right in his weak spot!

His whole body was suddenly fired up.

"You're saying I can revive Hashirama and Izuna?"

"You just witnessed Nagato's resurrection with your own eyes, didn't you?"

"True!"

Madara took a deep breath, then gulped down another mouthful of strong liquor. His cheeks flushed despite himself.

It was hard to tell whether he was drunk or simply too excited.

"So? Are you motivated now? If you really don't want it, you can give it back to me..." Natsu Yuu deliberately provoked him.

Madara's brows shot up, and he stuffed the bell into his armor at lightning speed.

His actions made his stance clear.

Natsu Yuu