"Madara Uchiha..."
It wasn't that the old man lacked spirit. Someone like Madara Uchiha truly stood at the pinnacle of that era.
Proud as the Hyuga Clan was, when faced with a being like Madara Uchiha, even as an enemy,
they had no choice but to marvel at his unfathomable strength.
Suddenly, Hyuga Hoze burst out swearing. "Huh?! Something's damn well wrong here... no, no!"
"Grandpa, what's wrong?" Qingwu remained as calm as ever. He lifted his teacup and took another sip with a soft slurp.
"Hahaha—what the hell am I getting hung up on?!" As though he had suddenly achieved enlightenment, Hyuga Hoze laughed heartily, his laughter ringing through the courtyard. "Madara Uchiha's dead and buried... what the hell have I got to be afraid of?!"
Qingwu watched him with a teasing half-smile. "Really? You're not scared anymore? Then why were your legs shaking when we mentioned Madara Uchiha just now, Grandpa?"
Exposed by his grandson, Hyuga Hoze flushed crimson and stammered in his defense. "I wasn't scared... it's just... he, well... I... it was that... he... I..."
In the end, he couldn't keep it up.
After all, the shadow Madara Uchiha had cast over him back then
ran far too deep.
He simply gave up struggling and stiffened his neck. "Fine, I was scared of him! So what? Back then, how many people in the Ninja World could see him without getting the jitters?"
He paused, his tone gradually easing. "Ah... but Madara Uchiha's gone now, and so are the Uchiha... just a few youngsters left... what have I still got to dwell on?"
As though a crushing weight had been lifted from his shoulders, all his earlier frustration and unease vanished in an instant.
Qingwu sighed along with him. "Yeah. The two great powers of the Warring