"Just like that brat Ōnoki... another kid who likes playing with kekkei tōta."
"So you know something about me, Lord Madara!"
Madara gently closed his eyes, a faint curve forming at the corners of his mouth.
Of course he had kept an eye on this boy, Xuanhui. Unfortunately, he had noticed him too late.
His family had been even more marginalized than the clan's outsiders, and they did not even live in the Uchiha Clan Compound.
By the time he noticed Xuanhui, it was already too late to make his move.
He could only keep waiting, until Obito appeared.
"I don't bully children. You may ask me for any information about myself."
His arrogance was palpable. Xuanhui could sense the disdain in the curl of his lips.
But he was not annoyed. He faced Madara with a smile.
"Lord Madara... could you explain a few things about your Rinnegan?"
The moment the word "Rinnegan" came up, Madara's imposing aura seemed to falter.
He half raised his eyelids, red light flickering in his eyes.
"Brat... where did you get that information?"
Could Obito have leaked this...?
"I can sense it, you know. You have Lord Hashirama's power inside you!"
Madara Uchiha instinctively glanced down, then realized what he meant.
"I see... Hashirama's power... you actually have more of it than I do!"
Xuanhui began moving, slowly approaching Madara Uchiha.
"The powers of the Uchiha Clan and the Senju, the ultimate powers of yin and yang, complement each other and grant the Creation of All Things..."
Madara Uchiha finally looked moved. He slowly lowered his hands, a smile curling his lips.
Xuanhui's eyes slowly shifted, revealing his eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.
Seeing the straight patterns in Xuanhui's eyes, Madara Uchiha could barely contain his excitement.
Faced with this strange scene, the Allied Shinobi