Madara was taken aback for a moment, then snorted coldly.
"I destroyed Izuna's body long ago. What are you going to use to revive him?"
Natsuki raised an eyebrow slightly. "You destroyed it yourself?"
Madara turned to glance at Tobirama Senju. "When he developed the Impure World Reincarnation, I destroyed Izuna's body."
Natsuki suddenly understood. No wonder Madara had never considered reviving Izuna.
So that was why.
He had been worried Tobirama would make use of the body.
"So, Natsuki, your plan has failed. Hahaha."
Although Madara was laughing, there was an unavoidable trace of loneliness in his voice.
Hashirama had realized his dream and had even been revived alongside his younger brother.
But his own younger brother, Izuna, would never have that chance.
How wonderful it would have been if Izuna were still alive.
A rare expression of regret and pain appeared on Madara's face. Izuna was the pain of his entire life.
"You're so certain I don't have Izuna's body?" Natsuki's voice drifted over.
Madara came back to his senses. He understood the implication behind Natsuki's words.
He frowned and said decisively:
"Impossible. I personally watched Izuna burn into ashes. Don't think you can deceive me."
Natsuki curled his lips. "Who said you can't revive someone without a body?"
Madara's expression changed sharply. "How could anyone be revived without a body!?"
Natsuki spread his hands, smiling innocently. "During the Fourth Shinobi World War, you were just as confident."
"Why would I tell a lie that will be exposed immediately?"
Natsuki's words made Madara lose confidence.
He repeatedly replayed the scene in his mind. He was certain no one else had been present, and he had watched Izuna's body burn into ashes.
He had personally scattered those ashes into the river.
Madara looked up at Natsuki, whose face bore