Both sides had already played all their Trump Cards.
But Madara could tell that Natsuki had merely matched his energy output in battle.
From Madara's perspective, if Natsuki could bring out as much energy as he had within his own body, then Natsuki himself had to be even stronger.
Clearly, Natsuki had deliberately suppressed himself to the same level only to satisfy Madara's desire to fight.
Otherwise, why were their energy levels exactly the same?
If they kept fighting, it would become a fight to the death, so Madara had no desire to continue.
"How much of your strength have you hidden?"
Madara accepted his defeat wholeheartedly.
But it was obvious that he could not fathom Natsuki's true depth.
Natsuki smiled faintly. "Why do you think I hid my strength? I gave it my all."
"Right now, you're as strong as I am."
Madara snorted irritably. Yeah, right.
You suppressed your energy to exactly match mine, and you're telling me you went all out?
Natsuki was clearly giving him face, so Madara could not bring himself to ask further.
"Alright, let's revive Tobirama first."
After fighting Natsuki, Madara clearly felt that he had been respected.
Since Natsuki had said he would revive Izuna, reviving Tobirama Senju for him was acceptable too.
"Use the Sharingan when you need to. Those orphans' Sharingan will be useless sooner or later anyway."
"Your strength has dropped, and it won't be easy to raise it back up."
Although Madara now had more than enough energy to revive someone with ease, Natsuki did not intend to let him waste it.
After all, there were far too many Three Tomoe Sharingan among those orphans. Leaving them unused would be a waste.
Madara naturally understood what Natsuki meant.
Having reached his level, his own energy reserves were already