Uchiha Madara stood behind the man in line, wanting to ask about the situation, so he smiled and asked, "Young man, did you come here to register for the competition as well?"
After saying that, Uchiha Madara felt that his question had been rather redundant. Everyone who came here was obviously registering for the competition; there was no other possibility.
However, Uchiha Madara had not expected this young man to have such a good attitude. He turned around and said to Uchiha Madara with a smile, "Everyone who comes here should be here for the competition. You too, Uncle, right?"
"If you have something urgent to do, you can take my place in line. I'm not in a hurry. I've already been waiting here for two days," the young man said with a smile.
Uchiha Madara had not expected him to be so polite, and it put him in a very good mood.
"Still, coming to compete at my age makes me feel a little embarrassed. After all, this is the era of young people like you. Old men like us ought to step back into the background," Uchiha Madara said.
"What does that matter? A hero is judged neither by his origins nor by his age," the young man said to Uchiha Madara. "No matter how capable young people are these days, they still need guidance from the older generation."
Uchiha Madara nodded and said with a smile, "I wonder what the first-place prize for this competition will be?"
"I'm not expecting to place at all. I mainly want to see how big the gap is between someone my age and young people like you," Uchiha Madara said.
"The prize for this tournament is provided by the Demon Clan. I heard it's a Greed Pointer," the young man told