Just Call Me Senior

Ye lay on the ground, holding back his laughter so hard he was about to suffer internal injuries.

This old geezer had stayed underground for so long that his brain had rusted over.

Kinship among clansmen?

A debt of gratitude for saving his life?

First, arrange for a puppet to beat someone half to death, then jump out and pretend to be the good guy who saved him.

And three layers of shackles?

Ye ranted wildly in his heart.

Come on.

Keep acting.

I wanted to see who would end up fooling whom into becoming a cripple.

Ye's breathing was as steady as that of a dead man hibernating through winter, his complexion pale and his weakness perfectly measured.

Honestly, the vast vitality of the Sage Body within him had long since healed those minor injuries from the earlier shockwave.

The stone cave was deathly silent.

Only phosphorescent flames flickered dimly against the walls.

The Mizukage had already left.

The enormous body of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path cast a vast shadow. Madara leaned against his stone chair with his eyes closed, assuming the posture of a chess player who had already secured victory and was merely waiting to finish the game.

Two chess pieces, one in the light and one in the dark, were enough to overturn the entire Shinobi World.

His cracked lips curled slightly as he waited for the show to begin.

In the corner, Ye's eyelids trembled.

A few weak coughs squeezed from his throat as his fingers clawed at the cold stone slab.

Then, his eyelids struggled open by a sliver.

The ghostly green phosphorescent flames entered his vision.

He let out several hoarse, dry coughs from deep in his throat, his fingers gripping the stone slab beneath him so tightly that veins