Sen played with the core in his hand, grinning as he shouted ahead, "Old Madara, keep your voice down. No matter how good those old teeth of yours are, all you're chewing today is a mouthful of yellow mud. Want the Ten-Tails' core? Fine, come take it if you've got the guts! The louder you yell, the tighter I squeeze. Let's see who loses his mind first! You're a bag of old bones, so why are you screeching like a shrew in the mud in the middle of the night? Have you got no shame?"
Madara's eyes reddened. Waves of Six Paths power surged within him as he roared, "Get over here and die! You arrogant, ignorant brat! When I was conquering territory and slaughtering countless men on the battlefield, that old grandfather of yours from the Senju Clan hadn't even been born! Spare me your smart mouth! Black Zetsu! Stop playing the bastard! Get moving and help me finish the Creation of All Things!"
The hairs on Sen's skin stood on end. He keenly sensed the air twisting in an alternate dimension and shouted, "Well, well, some invisible filth is trying to sneak up on me? Old Madara, are you letting evil spirits out to bite people in the middle of the night? Boys, wake up! Defend! Wrap that suicidal ghost in a giant protective cover and block him tight!"
Green smoke burst outward, and four identical Sage Art Wood Clones sprang out in an instant, shouting at the top of their lungs, "Who was that? What bastard's taking cheap shots? Come fight us out in the open if you've got the guts! What kind of hero hides like that? Wearing white and playing ghost in the middle of the night? I'm going to snap those two illegal horns