Peak Condition, Madara Uchiha

Madara rose to his feet, his movements becoming slow.

He walked back to the stone chair and reinserted the life-support tube into his back.

The fluid in the tube flowed into his depleted body, and only then did some color return to his face.

"Ye."

His voice was soft and slow, carrying the helpless weakness unique to the elderly.

"Senior... probably can't stay with you for much longer."

He did not spell it out.

But when those Sharingan looked at Ye, they were filled with the unwillingness and immense loneliness of a dying man facing his only blood relative.

"But don't worry. Later... Senior will definitely make it up to you."

Ye knew perfectly well what he was thinking.

This old bastard was probably still counting on using Obito's, or someone else's, Rinne Rebirth to revive himself and keep acting like Grandpa.

As he thought about it, an idea suddenly surfaced in Ye's mind.

Wait, didn't he still have a Life Scroll?

He had originally planned to use it to restore his own vitality.

But using it here would be an investment with no greater return than throwing it at Madara.

Not only could it overturn the original story, it could also turn the final boss into his personal mobile resource bank.

The profits would go through the roof.

Ye reached into the side pocket of his Ninja Tools pouch.

His fingertips touched the heavy scroll.

He pulled it out in one motion and laid it flat across his palm.

Then he looked up.

"Grandpa Madara."

Every sound inside the stone cavern vanished.

The ghost flames stopped flickering.

Even the liquid in the life-support tubes stopped flowing.

The air seemed to be sucked away in an instant.

Madara's body jolted violently, leaving him nailed to the chair.

Grandpa Madara.

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