After recognizing the Sharingan in Tetsuya's eyes as Izuna's, Madara Uchiha became visibly agitated.
"Where did you get those Sharingan!"
"Whoa, whoa, old man Madara, calm down first. Get this straight: these aren't your brother Uchiha Izuna's eyes. Didn't you take his pair to use as fusion materials?"
Tetsuya's reminder brought Madara Uchiha back to his senses.
That was right. His younger brother Uchiha Izuna had given him his eyes before dying, and he had used them to awaken the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.
By all rights, another identical pair of Mangekyō Sharingan should no longer have been able to appear in this world.
"Who exactly are you? You're not from the Uchiha Clan, so what's the story behind your Mangekyō Sharingan?"
"Tsk, old man Madara, why do you have so many questions? Can't you let me ask a few first? If nothing else, we can take turns asking one question each."
Madara Uchiha thought it over carefully and saw no real problem with that. After all, he hadn't said he had to answer.
He only needed to find out where this man's Mangekyō Sharingan had come from.
"Fine. We'll do as you say and take turns asking one question each."
"All right, I'll go first."
Tetsuya eagerly sat down on the ground in front of Madara Uchiha, looking utterly unguarded.
Madara Uchiha's gaze flickered. After all these years, someone besides Hashirama had finally appeared who could sit before him without the slightest pressure or precaution.
Apparently, this Tobi was quite confident that Madara couldn't kill him.
That piqued Madara Uchiha's interest. In his younger days, he would certainly have tested whether this fellow could really survive an encounter with him.
But times had changed. He was old now, with one foot already in the grave.
If he insisted on acting