A World Without War Cannot Exist

Though Madara Uchiha truly was an elder by age, there was nothing wrong with him looking at others as if they were children and speaking in the tone of someone educating them.

It just felt strange once their current appearances were taken into account.

One man who had just entered old age was examining another decrepit old man with the gaze he would use on a child, speaking in the same tone he would use to lecture one.

That combination of gaze and tone was deeply bizarre.

"Madara Uchiha, I am no longer the man I was decades ago."

Feeling insulted, Ōnoki immediately bristled. Floating in midair, he brought his gaze level with Madara Uchiha's. He did not want Madara Uchiha looking down on him from above as he had in the past.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Madara Uchiha offered no opinion on Ōnoki's words, because he saw no need to.

Even if Ōnoki was stronger than he had been decades ago, he could not possibly have improved by much.

Madara Uchiha was qualified to say that.

Not only could he wield the power of the Rinnegan, but even without it—even as he had been decades ago—he could have utterly crushed the current Ōnoki.

Madara Uchiha had absolute confidence in himself.

"Damn it!!!"

Madara Uchiha had neither mocked Ōnoki nor commented on his self-assessment. He had merely asked a question in a doubtful tone.

Yet it was precisely that utterly unconcerned, indifferent tone that thoroughly enraged Ōnoki.

"Ahem. Tsuchikage, calm down."

Even the Third Raikage was at a loss. Though he disliked Ōnoki, that stubborn old man, Madara Uchiha had not even mocked him. Was there really any need to get this angry?

Was it really necessary?

"You are a little stronger than the previous two Raikage."

Noticing the Third