Uchiha Izuna still felt the stiffness lingering in his fingertips from just awakening from the void. His scarlet Sharingan narrowed slightly, his gaze locked onto Uchiha Genki before him. His tone was filled with inescapable confusion and wariness--
He clearly remembered dying to his brother Madara's rampage. His soul had returned to the void for decades and should have long since faded into the dust of time. Why, then, had this junior he had never seen among the clan expended an enormous amount of chakra to drag his long-silent soul back into this world?
"What exactly are you trying to do?" Izuna took a step forward, the chakra around him tensing instinctively. As his Sharingan revolved, he tried to see through Genki's true thoughts, but all he saw was a calmness so deep it had no bottom.
"I've been dead for many years. The Uchiha Clan is no longer what it once was. Whether for the clan's interests or personal ambition, there's no meaning in reviving an obsolete spirit like me."
He raised a hand to his chest. The heart there was beating powerfully, warm blood flowing through his veins. That tangible sensation of being "alive" only made him more uneasy.
Back then, he had died in battle to protect Madara and uphold the Uchiha's honor. It had been a death worth dying for. But now that he had been forcibly revived, breaking the cycle between life and death, this abrupt vitality seemed more like a conspiracy to him.
"Do you know me? Or do you know my brother?" Izuna's tone grew heavier, and his doubts spread wildly through his heart like vines. "If this is for my brother, you really didn't need to go to such lengths--
"He's long since stopped being the Madara Uchiha who was devoted to