With both Hashirama and Madara dead, war had inevitably erupted across the Ninja World, on a scale greater than any before it. The death toll had soared.
Before his death, Tobirama had stayed behind to cover his disciples' retreat, at least giving Uchiha Madara no reason to despise him.
But by directly naming his own disciple the Third Hokage, he had stopped even pretending.
As his recollections ended, the last trace of tenderness in Uchiha Madara's eyes hardened into resolve once more.
Whatever the case, all of that was in the past.
Now, neither Konoha nor the Uchiha had anything to do with him anymore.
Once he activated Infinite Tsukuyomi, the Uchiha could serve as Hokage for as long as they wanted.
"That has nothing to do with the plan. I'm asking about the details of your progress." Madara glared at Obito. "How many tailed beasts have you captured?"
Obito swallowed and whispered, "One..."
"After all this time, you've only captured one tailed beast?"
Madara fixed him with a lion's glare, disappointed by Obito's incompetence.
If he remembered correctly, hadn't the Third Mizukage already been under his control?
That meant the Three-Tails had already been in their hands.
In other words, after all these years, this useless fool hadn't collected a single tailed beast?
If Obito failed to give him a reasonable explanation today, he would teach him the true meaning of cruelty.
Obito looked even more embarrassed. "We haven't captured even one."
They had even lost the Three-Tails, which had originally been under their control.
Uchiha Madara looked as though he had just heard the most absurd joke imaginable. There wasn't even any anger in his eyes as he stared at Obito.
Who would've thought you had a talent for comedy, Obito?
You almost had me fooled, brat.
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