"Nice to meet you, Uchiha... Madara!"
Before Uchiha Makoto could finish speaking, the two strongest Uchiha members facing each other simultaneously narrowed their eyes, and their surging eye power began to clash.
In the dim cave, the surging air currents generated by the collision of pupil power were like gusts of cold wind, eerie and oppressive.
"What an incredibly powerful clash of eye powers!"
Obito stood behind Uchiha Makoto, his Mangekyō Sharingan unconsciously activated to defend against the aftershocks of the eye power clash.
Kaguya Takeori's previously somewhat dismissive gaze towards Madara Uchiha turned serious; this old guy was ridiculously strong!
Madara Uchiha felt a sharp pain in his Mitsudomoe. His extremely aged body was no longer able to unleash his full power. He gritted his teeth, trying his best not to show weakness.
However, the young and powerful Uchiha Makoto remained unfazed, his eye power surging forth like a vast ocean, directly suppressing Madara Uchiha's eye power within his body.
He then stopped, leaving Madara Uchiha with some dignity.
"Hehehe!"
The pressure instantly dissipated, Madara Uchiha breathed heavily, like a broken bellows.
In this standoff, Uchiha Makoto achieved an overwhelming victory.
Uchiha Makoto stood at the exit, his hands behind his back, quietly watching Madara Uchiha extract the Chakra from the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.
"How is it? A relic from the old era?"
Uchiha Makoto narrowed his eyes and bluntly mocked.
Reasoning with the Uchiha Clan is often quite simple; just overpower them with sheer strength, and they'll automatically convince themselves.
Now, Uchiha Makoto not only wants to reason with Madara Uchiha, but also wants to get something from Madara Uchiha!
As he pondered, Uchiha Makoto scanned the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path connected to Madara Uchiha.
This was something he absolutely had to have.
When the system task mentioned Ōtsutsuki Isshiki, Uchiha Makoto had to admit that he did feel a moment of panic.
It wasn't because the previous system tasks hadn't been completed, but because, among the very few non-flammable materials he remembered, Ōtsutsuki Isshiki's strength in battle completely overwhelmed him!
But the rewards for system tasks are also very tempting.
'Since I'm not entirely confident I can defeat Ōtsutsuki Isshiki, then I'll expose some of these old fogies' trump cards!'
If anything happens, we'll all share the burden!
Madara Uchiha was just the first, and certainly not the last.
As for now, let's figure out how to make a quick buck first!
Old Deng, it's time to cash in!
"Hehe."
Uchiha Makoto did not directly answer Madara Uchiha's question; instead, he scanned Uchiha Makoto from head to toe.
"Uchiha Makoto, born in Konoha in 27th year, possessed naturally strong mental strength and was said to have been born with the Sharingan. Even though he used secret medicines to enhance his physique, he still often fell into a deep sleep before the age of six."
"He awakened the Two-Tomoe Sharingan at the age of ten, and in the same year independently developed the A-rank Ninjutsu Chidori. He awakened the Three-Tomoe Sharingan at the age of thirteen, and in the same year independently developed the A-rank Ninjutsu Rasengan."
"He first displayed the Mangekyō Sharingan within his clan at the age of 15."
"He is also the founder of the Uchiha Consortium, one of the three major financial groups in the Shinobi World today; the leader of the Golden Consortium; and the actual controller of the Umbrella Consortium."
"He can be called the uncrowned king of the Shinobi World."
The voice of the white-haired Madara Uchiha and hoarse, echoed in the dim cave.
His gaze fell on Uchiha Makoto once again, scrutinizing him repeatedly, a different glint appearing in his empty eyes.
I'm very curious.
"What was the guidance of fate that you told Obito about?"
"The future? A future seen through layers of mist?"
Madara Uchiha spoke, his eyes grew increasingly fervent.
Can those eyes that seem to see the future foresee his future plans?
Did he succeed?
Feeling Madara Uchiha's burning gaze, Uchiha Makoto instantly understood.
"The Asura of the Ninja World, Madara Uchiha?"
"Ha, you're like those old antiques in the family collection now, easily broken with the slightest touch."
"Just like your plan, it's utterly fragile in the face of the stronger!"
Uchiha Makoto retorted mercilessly, and the content of his words caused Madara Uchiha, a rare occurrence for him.
Are they so vulnerable in the face of the stronger?
Did it fail?
'Who could be even stronger? The Sage of Six Paths? If it were the founder of ninjas, that would be quite normal.'
Madara Uchiha's wrinkles deepened, and a rare smile appeared on his face, "Is this my destiny?"
"This is absolutely terrible!"
Perhaps it was due to his advanced age, but when Madara Uchiha reflected on his life, he also began to believe in fatalism.
But what about this young member of the tribe?
Madara Uchiha looked up at Uchiha Makoto; his appearance was almost identical to that of the Sage of Six Paths.
"You should be just a step away from becoming the Sage of Six Paths, right?"
"To become the Jinchūriki of the Ten-Tails!"
After a moment of silence, Uchiha Makoto nodded.
He might really be just one Ten-Tails away from becoming Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki.
"Then I think I know why you came here!"
Madara Uchiha smiled with a sense of relief.
After struggling for decades, he was already tired of his extremely old body.
To die at the hands of an Uchiha who has reached the Six Paths level, perhaps that's not so bad?
"When I left Konoha, not a single member of my clan was willing to follow me."
Madara Uchiha muttered to himself.
"Although I know that all of this was actually orchestrated by the evil Senju Tobirama behind the scenes, I feel deeply disappointed in my clan."
"Tell me, why is that?"
"Konoha has clearly strayed from its original purpose, so why are they unwilling to leave with me?"
Seemingly certain of Uchiha Makoto's purpose in coming here today, perhaps seeing the possibility of future peace in the Shinobi World, or perhaps because his strength was no longer at its peak, Madara Uchiha seemed to be giving up somewhat.
This heartfelt question left Obito and the Obito behind Uchiha Makoto looking at each other in bewilderment, as the question touched on a blind spot in their knowledge.
Their understanding of Madara Uchiha is limited to one or two things from textbooks, which is too simplistic.
Moreover, this is not a suitable setting for them to speak.
"Because you are Madara Uchiha, almost no one can stand behind you!"
"Perhaps only Senju Hashirama is qualified?"
Uchiha Makoto paused for a moment before replying.
His words made Madara Uchiha raise an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"Hehe, your words are much more palatable now."
"It seems your purpose in coming here is not, or is not limited to, the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path?"
"That's true. If you want the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, just summon it using the Rinnegan."
"Tell me, what is your purpose in coming here?"
It's hard to say about ordinary Uchiha, but if Mangekyō Sharingan person offers any flattery, there's no doubt they want something from you.
Looking at Uchiha Makoto Madara Uchiha amazed by the keen insight of a traditional ninja, and then got straight to the point.
"Someone's got their eyes on me; they want to take over my body!"
"I can't beat him!"