A dim underground space.
Uchiha Madara, once the very picture of swagger, now sat on a stone seat with a sorrowful face, leaning on his sickle. He was only one step away from sighing.
"Good, good, this is what taking a dump feels like. Say it with me: 'Poop~ poop~!'" Tobi said with a broad grin to the innocent-looking Nawaki.
"Poop~ poop~!" Nawaki curiously repeated as he squatted atop the leg of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path to relieve himself.
Uchiha Madara shuddered. "I can't take it anymore. If this goes on, I'll go insane. Right now, immediately, at once, I'm sending this Demonic Star away! Far, far away!"
With Uchiha Madara's personality, not to mention his advanced age and dwindling energy, he was clearly not fit to look after Nawaki. Thus, the task of caring for Nawaki fell to White Zetsu.
White Zetsu might have been a fool, but at least he was obedient. Yet when this fool of a White Zetsu encountered an amnesiac Nawaki, it was like lightning striking fire—utterly unstoppable.
What was more, although Nawaki had lost his memory, his Chakra reserves that surpassed those of a Jōnin and the muscular memory forged through years of training had not disappeared.
One could imagine just how terrifying the combination of a foolish, dim-witted guardian, a brat barely one or two years old, and destructive power no weaker than a Chunin would be.
Uchiha Madara even suspected that if this continued, before he could pass the Rinnegan on to Nawaki, he would either die of a cerebral hemorrhage from rage or chop Nawaki to pieces himself.
Of course, besides being unable to endure him any longer, Uchiha Madara had another reason for sending Nawaki away: guilt.
Though he and Hashirama Senju had been mortal enemies, they