Striking Left and Right, Guilt That Would Not Fade

Madara clenched his fist.

His knuckles cracked.

His strength had returned.

It was even greater than at his peak.

The abyss-like energy within the Life Scroll had not only repaired his depleted cells, but comprehensively strengthened them at the cellular level.

His Chakra pathways were broader than they had been in his prime, and the torrent of Chakra surging through his meridians flowed without the slightest obstruction.

He took a deep breath.

His chest expanded to its limit.

It had been far, far too long since he had breathed so freely.

Madara lowered his head and looked at Ye.

Complex emotions churned within those Sharingan, now restored to their former sharpness.

His voice was no longer hoarse and aged, but carried the low, rich timbre unique to a middle-aged man.

He crouched down until he was level with Ye.

"Child."

"This thing is too precious."

Madara paused.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

"Consider it something Grandpa owes you."

Ye crouched on the ground and looked up at the face that had become decades younger.

Honestly.

He did not need to put on an act at this moment.

The pressure radiating from this man after he had returned to his peak truly was absurd.

The aura of power naturally spilling from him was like standing before an ancient ferocious beast.

Even breathing became heavier.

Ye stared at Madara's face, now restored to its heroic bearing.

He blinked.

Then tilted his head.

A slightly embarrassed smile appeared on his face.

It was as natural as an ordinary boy receiving a gift from an elder, carrying a touch of shyness.

"Ah."

He casually waved a hand, his tone so relaxed it was almost offhand.

"We're family. What's the difference whether you use it or I do?"

The air inside the stone cave instantly