Alright, Mr. Pan's imagination suddenly ran wild. He shook his head and said, "No, being at the top is too lonely. I don't want to wait for Mirai to revive. There's no one on the other side who can fight!" No one in the shinobi world could become his opponent now. Even if the Third Huo Ying, Hanzo, Onoki, and Madara Uchiha said he was nothing more than a slightly fat bug, he could still fight them one after another!
In truth, this era could not compare to the Sengoku era; it could be called an exceptionally brilliant age. Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Third, Da Shu, Hanzo, and the Third Raikage were all rare masters, far superior to those twenty years later!
Although it was an age of geniuses, Madara Uchiha was not particularly satisfied. He had not seen anything that pleased him. Yet these people around Mirai now reminded Madara Uchiha of himself and Hashirama back then. They were young and fearless. Even without outstanding ancestors, he truly liked them. Madara Uchiha believed that someone like Mirai, whose bloodline was not restricted, would find it difficult to achieve great things, but he wanted to know just how far such a child could go.
"Of course. Mirai said he wanted to raise this child, didn't he?" Madara Uchiha suddenly said from the most advantageous position. As the mastermind behind the scenes, nothing was more interesting than manipulating this kind of life.
Upon hearing this, he broke out in a cold sweat. Mr. Pan tried to smooth things over and silently said, "But will this affect Mirai's plan?" Hei Min wanted to cry. His own goal had been so simple, yet Madara Uchiha had made it possible—and now he even wanted to make enemies for him. Mr. Pan, you really knew how