Once Tobirama finished that long-winded tale, he finally dispersed the curtain of water from Madara's mouth.
Madara, who had been unable to speak for so long, finally regained his right to speak.
"Hahahahahaha! How had I never noticed before? Senju Tobirama, you brat are actually so talented at making up stories. Why not switch careers and write storybooks? Hahahahaha..."
Madara Uchiha grinned and immediately began mocking him. His entire body trembled, making his armor creak and rattle.
But the observant Tobirama noticed that although Madara was laughing, his gaze was somewhat unfocused. He even avoided looking Tobirama Senju in the eye.
He has started to doubt it, but still doesn't dare believe it? Tobirama Senju smiled, already seeing through Madara's current state.
It was perfectly normal not to believe it. Anyone would react the same way.
If someone were told that the truth they had believed in without question for decades was a trap, an illusion, their reaction would probably be even worse than Madara's. Someone with weaker mental fortitude might collapse on the spot.
"What I just told you was not a story. It was the history of the ninja world."
Tobirama Senju grabbed Madara Uchiha's head in both hands and stared straight into his eyes, making the latter shudder in disgust.
"Why should I believe you?"
Having his head held so close by Tobirama Senju made Madara feel uncomfortable all over, and he immediately demanded an answer.
"You believe that White Zetsu were artificial humans created from my brother's cells and the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path's life force, rather than humans affected by the Infinite Tsukuyomi, don't you?"
Tobirama Senju looked deeply into Madara's eyes.
"Of course! The White Zetsu were artificial humans I created using Hashirama Cells and the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path's