Madara clenched his fists.
The joints crackled.
The power is back.
More powerful than at the peak.
The abyss-like energy of Life Scroll not only repairs exhausted cells, but also strengthens them in all aspects at the cellular level.
The Chakra channel is wider than in its heyday, and the Chakra torrent rushing in the meridians passes through it unimpeded.
He took a long breath.
The chest expands to the extreme.
It's been too long, too long since I've had this feeling of free breathing.
Madara lowered his head and looked towards the night.
Those Sharingans that had regained their sharpness were filled with extremely complicated emotions.
The voice is no longer hoarse and old, but has the deep and rich tone unique to middle-aged men.
He squatted down and looked at Ye Ye.
"Child."
"This thing is so precious."
Madara paused for a moment.
The Adam's apple is slightly rolled.
"Grandpa owes you."
Ye squatted on the ground and looked up at this face that was dozens of years younger.
Tell the truth.
He doesn't need to act at this moment.
Because the pressure this man feels after returning to his peak is truly outrageous.
The aura of a powerful person naturally exuded from his body, which was similar to standing in front of an ancient ferocious beast.
Even his breathing became heavier.
Ye stared at Madara's restored heroic face.
Blinked.
Then he tilted his head.
Showing a slightly embarrassed smile.
Naturally, it is like an ordinary young man facing gifts from his elders, with a bit of shyness.
"Hi."
He waved his hand casually, his tone almost casual.
"One family doesn't speak two different languages. What's the difference between what you use and what I use?"
The air inside the cave instantly froze.
Madara's half-crouched posture was frozen.
Not seniors and juniors.
Not of the same race.
It's a family.
These three words were like an armor-piercing bomb, penetrating all of Madara's barriers and blasting through the deepest and softest part of his chest.
His body began to tremble.
[Ding! Extreme Moved Points from Madara Uchiha, +6500!]
Ye lowered her head, and her bangs covered half of her face.
six thousand five.
This old man can make a lot of gold coins with just a few words. It's so profitable.
Madara slowly stood up straight.
The tall figure cast an extremely long shadow under the phosphorus fire.
He lowered his eyes.
In the pair of Sharingan that once counted everyone in the world, there is only one thing left at the moment.
The guilt is so thick that I can't get rid of it.
This kid has such a pure heart.
He took out his life-saving trump card without even frowning.
The word "family" was said so lightly, as if it were a matter of course.
That memory appeared in Madara's mind involuntarily.
winter.
Beside the stove.
Xiaoye fell asleep on his lap.
There was a line of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth, and he was holding half a piece of roasted sweet potato in his hand.
Kakkō Reflected on that quiet little face, it felt unbelievably warm.
Such a good kid.
When Konoha was targeted by high-level officials and followed by ANBU, did he also smile and say it was okay?
Did he swallow all the grievances and blood in his stomach with this understatement?
Madara raised his right hand.
Snap!
The slaps exploded and bounced back and forth several times in the cave.
The palm that had regained its peak strength slapped his face hard, causing a line of blood to flow from the corner of his mouth.
Ye Huoran raised his head and raised his voice. "Madara! You--"
"Beast."
Madara gritted his teeth, and the sound came out from between his teeth.
"I'm such a beast."
Whenever Madara thinks of throwing Ye into Konoha's big dyeing vat, the guilt in his heart will overflow.
[Ding! Extreme self-loathing from Madara Uchiha, +4500!]
Ye knelt on the ground, her shoulders shaking.
He looked like he was frightened by the self-punishment of his elders.
In fact, he is settling accounts.
Six thousand five plus four thousand five, ten thousand.
One skill can equal the output of the Ninja Academy disgusting Obito for more than half a month.
The profits from this business are ridiculous.
Madara took a long breath and suppressed the roiling emotions.
He is Madara Uchiha.
No matter how much my heart bleeds, I cannot continue to embarrass myself in front of my children.
You have to give something real.
Madara raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
The sound was crisp and clear, bouncing around in the empty cave.
After more than ten seconds, the shadows deep in the stone wall began to distort.
A silent and powerful figure emerged silently from the darkness.
Third Mizukage.
The empty eyes stared straight ahead, no different from a terracotta warrior waiting for instructions.
Madara turned sideways to face Ye, his tone deliberately gentle.
"From today on, he will be your guard. If you need anything, you can directly order him."
Ye deliberately took a step back, and his back hit the stone wall.
He stared at Mizukage, his pupils dilated, and his voice rose half a tone.
"This, this is not the one who caught me..."
Ban's face suddenly darkened.
Yes.
He was the one who asked this puppet to catch Ye.
It was me who made him do it without mercy.
The plan at that time was to create despair and take advantage of the situation.
But now that I think about it.
That would be equivalent to sending someone to beat your own grandson with your own hands.
Madara's right hand was raised again.
Snap!
The second slap.
More powerful.
After he regained his peak physical strength, he slapped himself half-way away.
The blood line at the corner of his mouth was very long, and a few drops of blood were splashed on the stone floor.
Ye looked at this generation Shinobi Hero standing in front of him and slapping his mouth from left to right, his expression gradually changed from shock to unbearable.
To be honest, if I hit him any more, my face would be swollen like a pig's head.
How much does it affect the perception?
[Ding! Deep self-destruct value from Madara Uchiha, +3800!]
Madara steadied himself and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He spoke in a deep voice, with a deliberate calmness in his tone.
"He is now completely under my command. He has no will of his own and will not hurt you again. Don't worry."
After a pause, he told a white lie and added.
"When grandpa rescued you from him, he used Sharingan to control him."
Ye opened her mouth in sudden realization, her eyes switching back and forth between Madara and Mizukage, her voice full of young people's curiosity.
"Can a ninja with Kage Level's strength also be controlled by Sharingan?"
A faint smile finally appeared on Madara's lips.
It belongs to the calmness and pride of elders when imparting knowledge to younger generations.
He stretched out his hand, naturally landed on Ye's head, and rubbed it gently.
The rough but warm palm carries the breath of life that has just returned to its peak and is so abundant that it overflows.
"Ordinary Sharingan can't do it."
Madara's voice was steady, with a serenity of preaching and teaching in his tone.
"It must be Mangekyō Sharingan to exert this level of mental interference on Kage Level."
Night lowered his eyes.
The eyelashes trembled slightly.
Paused for two seconds.
Then, he slowly raised his head.
The dark pupils began to turn.
Extremely fast.
To the naked eye, only a blurry dark red vortex can be seen.
The three Tomoe were torn, stretched, and re-fused during the rotation.
Blooming into complex and enchanting scarlet patterns.
"Mangekyō Sharingan."
Ye's voice was calm, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
"I have this too."
There was dead silence in the cave for three seconds.
Madara's palm still rested on Ye's head.
The rough palm was pressed against the warm head, motionless.
But the pair of Sharingan, which had just regained its sharpness, met the Mangekyo pattern in the night pupil.
Completely out of focus.
Mangekyo.
This kid has been prescribed Mangekyo.
Madara lived for almost a century.
He knew very well what this thing meant.
Throughout the hundreds of years of history of the Uchiha Clan, the birth of every pair of Mangekyo has the same price behind it.
Lost the most important person.
Experiencing soul-crushing despair.
Only when the pain is torn to the extreme and exceeds the critical point of mental endurance, will Uchiha's Sharingan respond to the roar of its master.
Use the soul as firewood to burn out the patterns of Mangekyo.
This child was in those years when he was not around.
What kind of hell did you go through?
Who died in front of him?
Madara's hand slowly slipped from Ye's head and hung by his side.
The body in peak condition felt as if someone had taken away the spine at this moment.
He took half a step back.
Stare into those scarlet eyes.
The lips moved twice.
Can't utter a single word.
He wants to ask you what you have been through.
I want to ask who hurt you.
I want to ask why you didn't tell grandpa.
But all the questions were stuck in my throat, and I couldn't even squeeze out half a syllable.
Because the answer is too obvious.
He was not around during those years.
Those soul-torn hells, this child passed through alone.
Madara turned his head silently.
The phosphorus fire reflected the two red marks on his face.
And there was a flash of water in the corner of Sharingan's eyes.