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He had just been wondering how that brat Uchiha Xunjing had actually managed to reach the power of a god on his own.
That was fucking ridiculous.
Madara knew Hashirama far too well. The man never lied to him.
So what Hashirama had just said was probably true.
This time, Madara was genuinely stunned.
"Looks like I still underestimated that brat."
"At ten, he managed to scheme me to death, then went on to accomplish so much. With that ambition, those brains, and that kind of talent, he really is something else."
Madara muttered to himself, a hint of resignation in his voice.
Then a thought popped into his head-could he get Uchiha Xunjing to bring him fully back to life too?
At that thought, Madara's mind sprang into action.
He knew perfectly well why Hashirama kept bringing up Uchiha Xunjing around him lately. Put simply, he wanted to recruit him, to get him firmly on that brat's side.
Before, Madara hadn't taken it seriously at all.
But now, if it meant being fully resurrected, he supposed playing along a little wouldn't hurt.
But sincerely devoting himself to Uchiha Xunjing?
Madara wasn't considering that yet.
He admitted the brat had some ability, but did he really expect that alone to make Madara bow his head and become his lackey?
Dream on.
His pride would never allow it.
With that in mind, Madara asked Hashirama tentatively, "What about me? Do I have a chance of being resurrected?"
"If I can come back to life, I could consider siding with Uchiha Xunjing and Konoha and lending you a hand."
Hashirama was delighted to hear that, but he shook his head as he replied, "Madara, in theory, as long as you sincerely side with Xunjing, resurrecting you is as simple as him