After hearing Yan's words, Madara Uchiha's mouth visibly stiffened, and even the look in his eyes turned to disbelief.
Wasn't he a little too shameless?
He had come today intending to teach Jin Uchiha a lesson. Jin Uchiha had thrown everything Obito had spent so long planning into chaos, and Madara had spent the past few days revising his plans.
Now that Obito could no longer be relied upon, and his own body would not hold out much longer, he also had to find someone to act on his behalf and keep an eye on Nagato. Only after settling all of that had Madara found the time to meet Yan Uchiha.
Who could have imagined that, instead of a fight or a lesson, this fellow would seize the opportunity and start asking for favors?
Motherfucker.
Had it not been for his connection to "Izuna," Madara Uchiha would have turned and left long ago. Now, he could only shake his head helplessly.
"Let's hear it first." Madara pursed his lips. "If I can help, I'll do what I can."
Yan Uchiha immediately perked up. Dispensing with even the pleasantries, he went straight to his first request.
"Ancestor Madara, I don't have any siblings. If I want to awaken the eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, my only option is to work with Hashirama cells. You should still have some, right?"
"Well, now. You certainly have the nerve to ask."
Madara Uchiha looked utterly helpless, but after a brief silence, he still nodded.
"I can give you a portion. But once you have them, whether you can cultivate them will depend on your own abilities."
Yan nodded, then immediately added, "Then could you give me some White Zetsu cells too?"
Madara's expression fell on the spot.
He stared at Jin Uchiha before him for a