"But how was that done?" Qiying Fofeng looked at Uchiha Madara and asked. "I know that on a battlefield, the situation can change in an instant. If you don't have exceptionally sharp instincts, you could very well disappear without even realizing it."
"So I wanted to learn from you, old master—how to develop such quick instincts and such fast reactions." Qiying Fofeng looked at Uchiha Madara as he spoke.
"There's nothing to learn about that." Uchiha Madara said with a smile. "When all is said and done, it's simply because I have more experience."
"It's not that I'm especially sensitive to evil spirits. I'm only somewhat sensitive to danger," Uchiha Madara said.
"Old master, are you unwilling to teach me?" Qiying Fofeng asked, looking at Uchiha Madara.
"It isn't that I'm unwilling to teach you. Things like this are honed entirely through extensive personal experience, not passed down by someone else," Uchiha Madara said.
"So other things are fine. Like that giant fireball of mine—I could teach you that. But sensitivity like this can only be developed by letting your own body adapt," Uchiha Madara said to Qiying Fofeng with a smile.
"I won't learn that giant fireball," Qiying Fofeng said.
"I understand the rules of our line of work. You absolutely cannot learn someone else's techniques. Otherwise, your own master would be displeased, and secretly learning another person's skills is a very shameful thing," Qiying Fofeng said.
Hearing Qiying Fofeng's words, Uchiha Madara smiled. "You really are a young man with principles."
"How long have you been in this line of work?" Uchiha Madara asked Qiying Fofeng.
Looking at the young man before him, Uchiha Madara saw that although he possessed an extraordinary heroic air, there was still some youthful innocence on his face. He probably had not yet