Madara stood up, his movements slowing down.
He walked back to the stone chair and inserted the life-saving tube back into his back.
The liquid in the tube was poured into the exhausted body, and his face regained a little bit of its human appearance.
"Night."
His voice was very soft and slow, revealing the unique weakness of the old man.
"Senior... I may not be able to stay with you for too long."
He didn't say it clearly.
But when those Sharingans looked at the night, they were full of a dying man's unwillingness to face his only blood relative, and his great loneliness.
"But don't worry. In the future... senior will definitely compensate you."
My heart is clear at night.
This old man is probably still thinking about being resurrected with Obito or someone else's Rinne Rebirth so that he can continue to be a grandfather.
As I was thinking about it, an idea suddenly came to my mind.
Hiss, do you still have a Life Scroll?
I originally thought of using it to restore my own vitality.
But now, when used here, there is no investment with greater returns than investing in Madara.
Not only can it subvert the original work, but it can also completely turn the final BOSS into your own mobile resource library.
The income has skyrocketed.
Ye reached into the side pocket of the Ninja Tools bag.
His fingertips touched the heavy scroll.
He pulled it out and held it flat in the palm of his hand.
Look up.
"Madara."
All sounds in the cave disappeared.
The phosphorus fire no longer jumps.
The fluid in the vitamin tube stopped flowing.
The air was sucked out instantly.
Madara's body was shaken violently, and he was nailed to the chair.
Madara.
Not a senior.
Although he is not grandpa, the word "grandpa" carries blood and identity.
With the warmth of a child finally willing to get close, it came out clearly from the mouth of this young man who was on guard.
Madara opened his mouth.
The thin Adam's apple rolled crazily.
A drop of dirty tears.
It slipped from the corners of those Sharingan eyes.
It flowed down the cheek full of grooves and hit the armrest of the stone chair hard.
Silence...
Madara Uchiha, Shura of the Shinobi World.
Count all the people in the world and plan for decades.
Never shed a tear in front of anyone.
This man actually cried at this moment.
Not for the plan, not for the chess game.
Just because of a child, I finally recognized him.
[Ding! Soul Flood Value from Madara Uchiha, +8000!]
Ye knelt on the ground and lowered his head.
Under the shadow of his bangs, the corners of his mouth grinned almost to the base of his ears.
A long time passed.
Madara used his wide cuffs to roughly wipe away the water marks on his face.
His movements were random, as if he was angry at his own failure.
His voice was extremely hoarse and he was still shaking.
"What... is that in your hand?"
Ye handed Life Scroll forward.
The expression is solemn and serious.
"Madara, I seem to have a way to help you replenish your vitality."
"Open it and take a look."
Madara took the scroll dubiously.
He pinched the edge with his thin fingers and opened the seal.
The moment the seal opened a crack.
A vast amount of life energy leaked out and touched his dry skin.
The gray and worn-out skin has regained its long-lost blood color visibly to the naked eye.
Madara's Sharingan instantly widened.
With his knowledge, just from this leaked breath, he immediately understood how terrifying the contents of this scroll were!
This level of life energy is enough to pull him back from the brink of death!
He raised his head and stared at the night.
Ye stood in front of him.
Holding Uchiha Gunbai and the sickle tightly in his arms, his face was pale and his body was thin.
But deep in those dark eyes, there was a determination that made Madara's heart shrink.
That look conveyed an extremely clear idea.
I don't want to lose my family again.
Madara's hands held the Life Scroll.
Fingertips are trembling.
The seal was only opened a crack, and the leaked life energy stuck to the withered skin of his forearm.
On the gray and cracked skin, the long-lost blood color has returned to the naked eye.
Madara stared down at the back of his hand.
Sharingan's pupils shrank, and his finger bones clung to the edge of the scroll.
He lived for nearly a hundred years.
I have been fighting with Hashirama Senju my whole life.
The vitality of that man Sage Body is an unreasonable torrent that crushes everything and is so violent that it is unreasonable.
But the vitality in my hands is different.
Quiet.
Somber.
Like an abyss with no bottom.
Hashirama is a flood that can wash away everything and drown everything.
And the things sealed in this scroll are more condensed than the flood.
It was so condensed that goosebumps appeared on Madara's back.
Madara slowly raised his head.
Opposite.
Ye knelt down on one knee, his face frighteningly white.
His lips were chapped, and blood was still dripping from the wound on his left shoulder. The blood dripped down his forearm onto the stone floor, making an extremely weak "tap" sound.
But those dark eyes stared at him.
There is no fear or flattery in it.
It's all about the stubbornness and intolerance of young people.
This little brat took out a treasure of this level.
Give it to him.
To a man who "just met again".
Madara's Adam's apple rolled a bit.
He pursed his lips twice and did not unroll the scroll immediately.
Two thoughts were colliding fiercely in his mind.
This thing is so precious.
Leave it to Ye, it will be this child's life-saving trump card from now on.
Even in the face of injuries from Tailed Beast Ball attacks, having this scroll in hand means one more life.
But my body will be destroyed at any time.
Once this lingering body is stopped, who will support this child?
Konoha leadership?
Hiruzen Sarutobi?
Ha.
Joke.
Ye knelt in the corner, hanging his head and "breathing".
In fact, I count down silently in my mind.
At this time, two thoughts kept colliding in Madara Uchiha's mind.
One is to be left to his grandson as a trump card, and the other is to be his backer only if he is alive.
But Madara is Madara Uchiha after all, and he never allows himself to stand weakly in front of his blood relatives.
Sure enough.
Madara's eyes changed.
Hesitation fades away, leaving only determination.
He stood up immediately.
The thick life-saving tube connected to the back was roughly pulled out.
Dark red liquid spilled from the nozzle onto the stone floor, making a dull ticking sound.
He didn't even look at it.
"Night."
There was a heavy heaviness in the old voice.
"Grandpa used this thing."
Pause for one second.
He emphasized his tone and spoke every word.
"As long as I am alive and strong enough, no one will dare to touch a hair of yours."
The words just fell.
Use both hands to completely unfold the scroll!
The seal shattered.
The vast golden-green life energy poured out like a dam, turned into light dust visible to the naked eye, and poured into Madara's body like crazy.
The changes are drastic.
Madara's knees weakened and he knelt down in front of the stone platform.
The skin all over my body started to itch.
That kind of itch burrows out from deep inside the bone marrow, like there are thousands of worms squirming in the gaps between cells.
Countless aging cells accelerate apoptosis under the impact of life energy.
New cells divide at a rate visible to the naked eye.
The dry and cracked dead skin peeled off piece by piece like a snake shedding its skin, and it made a crisp crackling sound when it hit the ground.
Large areas of dead skin fell off the back, revealing healthy, rosy new skin underneath.
Ye lowered her head and grinned silently.
The return on investment is off the charts.
The spine made a series of "clicking" sounds.
The lumbar vertebrae that had been stooped for decades returned to their normal positions and became straight.
The steps changed from staggering to steady and then powerful.
Pale and thinning hair turns black from the roots.
Like ink climbing up a capillary tube.
Root's dark hair quickly spread to the tips of the hair, becoming as thick as a waterfall in the blink of an eye, hanging down to the waist.
Madara stood up leaning on the edge of the stone platform.
All the phosphorus fires in the cave were swaying violently.
It's not the wind.
It is the natural overflow that Chakra cannot suppress.
He stood there.
Her long black hair hangs down, her silhouette is sharp and angular, and her full muscle lines fill her white clothes.
His whole body exudes the majestic aura of Warring States Era, the strongest ninja.
Madara Uchiha.
Back to peak condition!
[Ding! Bloodline guardian determination value from Madara Uchiha, +6500!]