Jin felt reassured when he heard Madara say that. As long as the other man kept talking, he could stall for time. Madara's tone did not seem false. At that moment, Jin was surprised to discover that Madara was not wearing a mask. A handsome face was revealed before him. Young—far too young. He looked only to be in his twenties. Jin nodded, then shook his head. "Your plan will never succeed! The reason is simple, but I wonder if you want to hear it."
Madara stared intently at Jin. Seeing that Jin made no unusual move, he immediately said, "Oh? I would like to hear your brilliant insight. But it seems you will not live that long. I believe your spiritual energy has already been depleted too severely. Your strength truly surprises me. I never expected your Sharingan to have reached the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan level. Can you tell me how many Uchiha Clan members you have killed?"
Jin sneered. "Does raising the Sharingan to the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan level require killing Uchiha Clan members? What an utterly ridiculous joke. I am beginning to wonder how your Sharingan was enhanced."
Madara showed no emotional reaction upon hearing Jin's words and continued, "Since you do not wish to say, let this secret be buried underground. Tsukuyomi!" Madara's Mangekyō Sharingan began to spin.
"Fallen Netherworld!" "Let your life drain away swiftly!" Jin's voice echoed across the battlefield.
A bolt of lightning fell vertically from the sky onto Madara's position, and Madara's figure instantly vanished with it.
Jin felt a layer of his spiritual energy abruptly drain away. What incredible speed! Damn Madara—when he saw he could not withstand my genjutsu, he escaped in an instant. Damn it, he is actually ten kilometers away. Fuck, he came back again.
Another bolt of