"Cough~ whew~ Kid, did I offend you or something? Why am I dealing with a Tailed Beast again this time? And it has even more tails. This old woman's body can't take much rough treatment, you know~"
As the smoke dispersed, a colossal white snake lay coiled behind Shiro, a jade-green pipe clenched in her mouth as she complained at an unhurried pace.
"I didn't have a choice, did I? That's the Seven-Tails. One-on-one, I definitely wouldn't have a problem, but with Madara added in, there's a problem. And don't measure strength by the number of tails, or Shukaku will throw a fit again."
"The sage of Ryūchi Cave." Madara narrowed his eyes. When it came to the summon Shiro brought out by biting his finger, he had considered this one too, but had ruled her out at once.
Because since ancient times, the sages of the Three Great Sage Regions had never directly taken part in conflicts between ninja. Aside from the special Katsuyu Sage, the only recorded case was the legendary Sage of Six Paths receiving a measure of assistance.
Besides, Shiro had already summoned her once during the Third Shinobi World War. To do it again—didn't sages care about their dignity?
However, cruel reality told Madara that sages really did not care about their dignity.
"Those eyes. Uchiha. Madara, is it? Quite the remarkable fellow. If not for you, this one might have been able to dominate another era~ cough~ whew~" The White Snake Sage's lips curled. "Maybe I would have chosen him, boy."
"Tsk. If you say that, I'll get jealous, Granny."
"Enough talk. Leave the Seven-Tails to me, and you take that man. I'll say this beforehand: the moment he uses Majestic Attire, I'm leaving. I still can't use that yet."
"I understand. Sorry for