His eyes shone with a sharpness that rivaled Madara Uchiha's.
Clearly, Uchiha Yin had rejected Madara Uchiha.
"Is that so? Even someone as strong as you can't understand me?" Madara frowned, regret in his voice. "Just like Hashirama back then. He never understood me either..."
"Even though I'm right."
As Madara Uchiha finished speaking, his aura abruptly turned fierce.
"History will decide who's right. All I can do is trust what I believe is right."
Uchiha Yin spoke calmly. "Come on. I'm sure you can't wait either."
Battle lust built within Uchiha Yin.
Clearly, he was looking forward to fighting Madara Uchiha.
After all, far too few people could make Uchiha Yin want to fight, and Madara Uchiha was one of them.
"Hahaha! Fine! Then we'll see which of us is right!"
"After all, only the victor gets to be right."
Madara Uchiha's fighting spirit surged as he threw back his head and laughed.
Both their auras soared.
A terrifying pressure swept through the entire Mizukage Building.
"Even if you're an old man, I won't hold back."
Uchiha Yin's voice was icy. His eyes were like bottomless abysses, glinting with a cold, dark light.
"An old man? Hahahahaha!" Madara burst out laughing again.
Then, before Uchiha Yin's astonished eyes, Madara Uchiha's white hair turned black at a visible speed.
His already vigorous body brimmed with even more vitality, the skin all over him swelling.
His stick-thin frame seemed to age in reverse, regaining its strength!
The sickly yellow pallor vanished from his face, replaced by a healthy glow.
Even his white hair turned glossy black!
Madara's hunched back straightened, and his frail bones crackled.
Madara Uchiha had returned to his youthful prime!
What the hell?!
What kind of Ninjutsu is that? Does anything like it exist in the Naruto World?