"Uchiha Madara." Upon hearing the question, Madara answered casually, still watching the many alchemists below.
Some alchemists had already begun warming up. They urged all manner of flames into being, rapidly heating their cauldrons and tossing various medicinal ingredients inside.
This was merely preparation for the upcoming competition. Usually, they simply refined the impurities from medicinal ingredients, an introductory exercise.
Madara, on the other hand, watched with great interest. He quietly activated his Sharingan, his Three Tomoe slowly turning as they analyzed even the tiniest movements of the others.
"The flames look rather unusual. I wonder how they compare to my Fire Style. And their methods are unique too—they can actually release flames directly. They're different from those people in the Feng Yun world."
Madara silently compared them in his mind. Back in the Feng Yun world, he had also spent a long time learning about that world's differences.
Although Feng Yun possessed special cultivation techniques that could imitate ice and fire, those techniques were exceedingly precious and known by very few. How could they compare to this? Over a thousand alchemists had gathered in the plaza, and even Madara found the magnificent sight somewhat startling.
Well, although he himself was very powerful, he had been born in a minor plane like the Hokage world, and Feng Yun had only been a medium plane. Suddenly witnessing such a grand gathering from a higher plane naturally gave him a slight shock.
While Madara observed, Fa Ma repeated the name to himself and confirmed that he had no recollection of it. Combined with Hai Bodong's reaction, this made him even more hesitant.
"May I ask where this Uchiha Madara hails from?" Fa Ma asked. He was extremely old, looking to be seventy or eighty years of age, while Madara appeared to be