"You old people always like lecturing others with all sorts of grand principles. I think having a pair of wings is enough to be free. Is that not okay?" Belaque asked Uchiha Madara.
"Of course it is." Uchiha Madara smiled. "What could possibly be wrong with that? It's just that you don't understand what I mean yet. The things I'm talking about can only be understood with a certain amount of life experience. You're still too young to understand so much."
"I only look young. We dwarves live very long lives—there are even dwarves over two hundred years old. We're different from humans, so I might actually be older than you." Belaque smiled at Uchiha Madara. "Little boy."
"Then how old are you exactly?" Uchiha Madara thought for a moment. "I was thinking, with thief skills as good as yours, you couldn't have developed them if you were just a little girl. You must be quite old."
"It's very rude to ask a girl her age so directly. You've lived to such an old age, yet how do you not know even such basic common sense?" Belaque said.
"I'm becoming more and more convinced that you're older than I am." Uchiha Madara smiled. "To think such an old age is hidden beneath the appearance of a little girl. I really want to see what you'll look like when you grow old."
"Then you may truly never live to see that day. We dwarves live far longer than you humans, and our constitutions are excellent. We rarely get sick. That's also something humans can't compare to," Belaque said.
"Listening to you, it sounds like humans are the worst race on the Elzeran Continent." Uchiha Madara smiled.
"Isn't that common knowledge? Everyone knows that humans are not only weak and sickly, with