Black Zetsu: When Did I Fall Under Infinite Tsukuyomi?
"What?"
"What did you say?"
"I got killed because someone ripped out my heart?"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
The three Madaras denied it in unison. The Ten-Tails Jinchuriki's incredible regenerative abilities were well known. Even if his heart was ripped out, it would quickly regenerate.
There was no way that Six Paths Madara down there could die from having his heart ripped out!
Even if that version of him was stupid, foolish, and utterly pathetic, there was no way he could die so carelessly, right?
It was absolutely impossible!
"I think someone sneaked up behind you and successfully ripped out your heart, sir."
Boruto didn't know the details of the Fourth Great Ninja War very well. He'd only heard his parents and the older generation talk about it now and then.
"Behind me?"
"An ambush?"
"That's even more impossible! No one could get behind me!"
"And even if someone did, I wouldn't be caught off guard!"
The three Madaras grew furious.
He'd spent his whole life on high alert about his back. He couldn't even pee with Hashirama standing behind him.
Let alone anyone else.
So there was no way anyone could sneak up behind him!
"It's true! You can ask my master!"
Boruto insisted, even bringing up his master, Sasuke. He'd been looking forward to hearing those exciting stories about the Fourth Great Ninja War for ages. There was no way he'd get them wrong!
Madara looked at Sasuke.
The aloof Sasuke 7 didn't answer, but his silence itself was confirmation.
That made the three Madaras look even more upset, as if their lungs were about to explode with rage.
"Damn it!"
"Who was it?"
"Who could sneak up behind me?"
Boruto slapped his forehead, finally remembering.
"Oh! I remember now.