Madara stared fixedly at those Mangekyō Sharingan, remaining silent for a long time.
Not a trace of expression could be squeezed out of that face that had just regained its youth.
But the more he acted like that, the more Ye understood: this old man was definitely spinning things in his head again!
How were Mangekyō Sharingan awakened?
The Uchiha Clan's rule had remained unchanged for centuries.
When Madara had awakened his own Mangekyō Sharingan, the price had been watching his comrade die before his very eyes.
What about Ye's Mangekyō?
What kind of hell had this kid gone through?!
Who else could it have been?!
It had to be Madara Uchiha himself!
Because he had abandoned this child, making him think that the only family he had in this world would never return!
That kind of despair, like the sky collapsing, was absolutely enough to tear any young soul into pieces!
Ye was currently kneeling on one knee, his head bowed low.
He nearly burst out laughing on the spot!
Madara, I got these eyes from a ten-pull system draw!
Could you stop making things so intense for yourself?!
Madara's Adam's apple bobbed violently.
He raised a trembling hand, wanting to touch Ye's head.
But when his hand reached the air, it stopped abruptly.
As if... he felt unworthy.
Two streams of cloudy tears fell straight from those Sharingan that had just been brimming with killing intent, splashing onto the cold stone floor.
He opened his mouth, his voice as hoarse as if it had been scraped with sandpaper.
"Child..."
When he spoke again, every word the old man uttered seemed to be soaked in blood.
"From now on, Grandpa will never abandon you again."
Ye remained kneeling on the ground without moving.
His shoulders trembled slightly.
In Madara's