The phosphorus fire danced in the cave.
Ye knelt on one knee on the ground, his shoulders rising and falling slightly.
He raised his head and his bangs fell to both sides.
His lips were slightly open, and his body instinctively shrank back half an inch.
His eyes were filled with defensiveness, but there was also a desire that was about to overflow.
From Madara's perspective, it was obvious that the child was hit at his most vulnerable place by the words "my grandson" and was trying his best to suppress his emotions.
In fact, I was holding back my laughter at night.
My abdominal muscles almost cramped from holding it in.
He took a deep breath and pursed his lips twice, as if there were thousands of words stuck in his throat.
Finally, with a dry voice, he uttered two words.
"Senior."
On a stone chair.
Madara's expression froze.
The entire figure was nailed in place by the body-fixing technique.
In those turbid Sharingan, the hot expectation that had just surged was like being poured from head to toe by a basin of ice water.
Senior.
It was a title decided by him himself.
"Just call me senior."
When he said this, he felt like a strategist chess player, using his sense of alienation to figure out the appropriateness of a new chess piece.
Now these two words were smashed back, turning into a dull knife, stabbing hard from the chest into the heart.
Every stroke and every stroke has a thorn.
Madara's Adam's apple rolled, but he didn't say anything.
[Ding! Extreme Regret Points from Madara Uchiha, +4000!]
Ye lowered her eyes and covered her face with her bangs.
Good guy, four thousand.
This old Emotion Points is more profitable than Obito.
Time passed slowly in the cave.
The phosphorus fire burned one section after another.
Madara leaned on the stone chair, the dark red liquid in the life-saving tube flowing.
He tried to bring the topic back to the right track of "Eye of the Moon Plan".
He opened his mouth three times.
Every time, that image flashes through my mind - a six-year-old boy standing on tiptoes, holding up seedlings, smiling with crooked eyebrows.
From an innocent child to a murderous Jonin.
How much blood was swallowed during this period?
That magnificent "Eye of the Moon Plan" was suddenly forgotten by him.
The fourth time, he finally spoke.
But what he said was not Shinobi World.
"Night."
Madara's body leaned forward slightly, his voice was dry, and he spoke very softly and slowly.
"You... can you call me grandpa?"
Ye raised her head, her expression appropriately confused for a moment.
Immediately, he tilted his head slightly, looked to the side, and spoke calmly with a hint of cautious distance.
"You said before, just call me senior."
Madara's fingers dug into the armrests of the stone chair.
The stone powder rustled down.
He opened his mouth and closed it again.
He didn't dare to force it.
The memory in his mind told him that he had been away from this child for too many years.
Tobirama Senju left behind the rules, ANBU's pervasive surveillance, and Uchiha Clan's dilemma of being marginalized.
How did this child carry it alone?
Those missing spring, summer, autumn and winter cannot be filled with just "call me grandpa".
It was his own fault.
"... Okay."
Madara finally squeezed out only this word.
The sound was almost inaudible.
[Ding! Self-Torment Points from Madara Uchiha, +2200!]
Ye lowered her head and bit the base of her tongue with her teeth.
Two thousand two.
Every time this old man tortures himself, his balance jumps up.
According to this efficiency, the ticket money for the next round of prize pool is almost saved.
The same conversation was repeated for the fifth time in this claustrophobic space.
Madara asked.
Night refused.
Madara's Adam's apple rolled crazily as he swallowed back the hot expectation, regenerated it, and swallowed it back again.
Every time Ye called him "senior" in that distant tone, his heart would twitch.
Ye lowered her head, her bangs covering most of her face, and the corners of her mouth raised crazily.
This old man was so trapped that Emotion Points couldn't stop brushing.
Madara was silent for a long time.
The cave was so quiet that only the faint sound of liquid flowing in the life-support tube was left.
Then he did something.
"Crack!"
A crisp slap in the face exploded in the empty cave.
Madara raised his skinny palm and slapped his face hard.
The force was so great that dazzling bloodshot eyes oozed from the corners of his chapped mouth.
His skinny head was knocked to one side by himself, and a red mark quickly appeared on half of his face.
Ye Huoran raised his head, his eyes widened, his pupils dilated, and his voice trembled. "Senior! What are you doing?!"
Madara didn't look at him.
The pair of Sharingan stared straight into space.
He saw the back of a child walking alone through the empty streets of Uchiha compound during a long period of time.
No one held his hand.
No one rubbed his head.
I also saw that child huddled in a deserted corner late at night, crying silently.
The skinny fingers were hanging in the air, trembling slightly.
"... It's me, I'm sorry for you."
When these words came out of his throat, even he was stunned for a moment.
It's not in the script.
Not to control anyone.
It's not words, it's not fishhook.
There is no calculation or brainwashing.
I just feel pain in my heart, the pain is unbearable.
This is Madara Uchiha's heartfelt confession after living for decades.
[Ding! Extreme Self-Blame Points from Madara Uchiha, +6000!]
Madara leaned back on the stone chair slumped.
Sharingan's focus keeps gathering and dispersing on Ye.
Infinite Tsukuyomi?
Peace plan?
There was only one thought in his mind right now.
I'm about to die.
Demonic Statue of the Outer Path's life supply cannot last long, and this dilapidated body will stop at any time.
He only has a few months left to spend with this child.
What compensation will be given?
Madara closed his eyes.
A layer of watery light gathered in the deep-set eye sockets.
He pressed his knees with both hands and stood up shakily.
He pulled out the life-saving tubes one by one, and the dark red liquid dripped on the stone floor, making a dull ticking sound. He didn't even look at it.
He dragged his body, which could fall apart at any time, towards the deepest wall of the cave.
There are two things hanging there.
Uchiha Gunbai with a dark side.
Dark patterns flowed on the fan surface, and Chakra, which had been silent for decades, woke up slightly when Madara approached, looking ancient and heavy.
A long scythe.
The arc is sharp, and the blade glows coldly under the green phosphorus fire.
These are the two natal weapons that Madara Uchiha has used throughout his life.
Madara stretched out his hand and took Gunbai off the wall.
Turn around and pick up the sickle again.
Step by step, move back to the night.
Squat down.
Withered hands held the Gunbai that had gone through countless battles and handed it out.
The skinny arms trembled slightly in mid-air.
"Child, grandpa..."
He paused and changed his words forcibly.
His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of scaring someone away.
"Senior will give you something first."
"Gunbai, do you want this?"
Looking at that side at night Gunbai.
The Chakra lines flowing on the dark fan surface are ridiculously thick.
S-Rank top equipment that can resist Tailed Beast Ball, absorb Chakra and rebound.
A masterpiece of the Warring States Period that combines both offense and defense, it is priceless in the entire Shinobi World.
Moreover, when carried on the back, it is really handsome.
Real heat flashed through Ye's eyes.
It's not an act this time.
Madara caught that moment of light, and an awkward smile broke out on his dry face.
That expression appeared on this old face full of grooves, and it was almost comically inconsistent.
The ultimate villain who has lived for almost a hundred years is no different from an ordinary old man who is afraid that his grandson will not accept gifts.
He couldn't help but put Gunbai into Ye's hand, turned around to get the sickle, and handed it over as well.
"It's all for you. Take it all."
He speaks quickly, as if he is afraid of rejection at night.
Ye held two S-Rank Warring States relics in his arms, they were quite heavy.
He lowered his head, his eyelashes drooping, covering the light under his eyes.
His lips parted slightly and his voice was very soft.
"Thank you... Senior."
Madara's smile froze on his face.
Senior again.
It hurts ten thousand times more than that slap.
[Ding! Ultimate Heartbreak Points from Madara Uchiha, +8000!]