"What did you bring up so much water for, old man?" Uchiha Madara asked, looking at the old man.
"I have to prove to you, young man who doesn't believe me, that I'm not lying. There really are no fish in this lake," the old man said.
"There's no need to prove it." Uchiha Madara smiled at the old man. "Isn't it enough that I believe you? It's not that your fishing skills are lacking—it's that there simply aren't any fish in this water."
Uchiha Madara felt utterly helpless. It was just fishing—why was this old man so obsessed with it?
As they spoke, Uchiha Madara saw that the sky above his head had turned blue. It was as if the entire world had been flipped upside down, with the lake hanging over his head.
"What's going on?" Uchiha Madara asked curiously. "Is this magic too?"
"Look, young man," the old man said to Uchiha Madara. "I've moved all the water from this lake into the sky. Now look at this huge pit—aren't there no fish in it at all?"
Uchiha Madara looked down and found that there truly was not a single fish inside. He had no idea what was going on.
"Why are there no fish?" Uchiha Madara was also greatly surprised by this.
"Logically, a lake this large shouldn't be without fish. Besides, this isn't an artificial lake—it formed naturally," Uchiha Madara said.
"You believe me now, right? I told you, my fishing skills are famous in our village," the old man said.
"This old man never lies, especially not about his fishing skills." The old man looked at Uchiha Madara with a proud expression.
Uchiha Madara could only feel helpless at the old man's words. What troubled him now was why there were no fish in