Uchiha...
The old man's messy, unkempt hair covered his right eye, leaving only his left exposed. He looked somewhat unconventional.
Akaseki could not discern his origins, but the unease in his heart only grew stronger—no Anbu had appeared even now. It seemed that, more likely than not, something really had happened!
Hearing Akaseki's words, Madara smiled faintly and said with a touch of self-mockery, "Konoha... ordinary bystanders, huh?"
Akaseki picked up on something and deliberately asked, "Do you... have any old acquaintances in Konoha? I can... go call them for you."
Akaseki could sense the man's imposing presence and knew he was not someone to be trifled with. If the man dared let him leave, all the better—Akaseki would immediately return to the village and call for reinforcements!
"One by one, old friends withered away, like fallen leaves in the wind..." Madara said with a trace of nostalgia, as though he had once again seen that afternoon beneath the tree, amid the falling leaves, when they had named the village "Konoha."
As he spoke, Madara looked Ranwu over again. White hair, red eyes... yes, she was the descendant of that irritating fellow.
But that man was dead now as well.
Only he remained, still bearing the great mission of "bringing lasting peace to the ninja world."
Seeing this, Akaseki's heart tightened. He secretly cursed, certain that this was an enemy of Tobirama Senju. He subtly shifted half a step, placing himself between the two of them, and said, "Many of Konoha's strongest are nearby. If you have any acquaintances..."
Akaseki had wanted to scare him a little, but—
"Strong? Among Konoha's ninja, Hashirama Senju could be called strong. After his death, all the rest are nothing but pigs, dogs, chickens, and ducks!" Madara said disdainfully.
Hearing that, Ranwu became even