Seeing Kisame's expression, Madara Uchiha felt immensely pleased, though for some reason, something still struck him as strange.
Everything about Kisame seemed perfectly natural.
Yet Madara Uchiha's instincts told him something was wrong. He just couldn't pinpoint what.
Black Zetsu felt it too. Only Obito was a step behind, sensing nothing amiss at all.
That put Madara Uchiha and Black Zetsu on their guard.
Still, Madara Uchiha continued, "I am Madara Uchiha!"
"What?" Kisame's face showed just the right amount of surprise.
"That man died long ago. I can't believe you. Let me see your face."
Kisame waited for an answer.
"Very well. Whether you believe me is up to you."
With events unfolding exactly as he had expected, Madara Uchiha relaxed.
That feeling just now must have been my imagination.
The smoke dispersed at just the right moment, revealing Madara Uchiha's true face.
"Hah!"
At a training ground, Mei Terumi cried out, brilliant blue Chakra surging over her arm.
She drew her body back slightly, then drove forward from her waist and slammed her fist into a wooden post.
Crack!
With a dull snap, the post split apart. Wood chips flew as spiderweb cracks spread from where her fist had struck.
Creak!
A hole blasted halfway through it, the post swayed with a creak before crashing helplessly to the ground.
"Not bad, not bad!"
Mei Terumi looked at her fist, excitement lighting her face as she voiced her approval.
Taijutsu had always been Mei Terumi's greatest weakness. Now, after several rounds of instruction from Uchiha Yin and a boost from the system, she had made considerable progress.
Mei Terumi knew her Ninjutsu was powerful, but her Taijutsu had been dreadful.
Against weaker opponents, that flaw never showed. Against someone at her level, it could prove fatal.
The body was