Jigen's brows knitted tightly, his expression so dark it seemed water might drip from it.
But a moment later, he suddenly threw back his head and laughed.
"Hahahaha! I never imagined it. I never imagined anyone in this Shinobi World would actually know who I am."
He looked at Tetsuya and asked,
"Although I know your origins are mysterious, and that you've been around since shortly after the shinobi village system emerged.
I can sense that you aren't a member of our Ōtsutsuki Clan.
I'm very curious. Who exactly are you? Why do you know these things?"
Before Tetsuya could speak, Jigen continued,
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to tell me. Sometimes, a person's true identity isn't important.
I think only one thing really matters: whether we can work well together."
Tetsuya was a little surprised.
"Interesting. I exposed your secrets, but instead of flying into a rage or attacking, you still want to cooperate with us? You really are an interesting fellow."
"I don't think there's any need to fight. As I see it, our relationship is still undecided. We don't necessarily have to become enemies, do we?"
Jigen smiled.
"I've always been quite polite to my friends. I think we ought to be able to become friends."
Tetsuya glanced back at Izuna and Old Madara. Neither said anything; they simply nodded at him, signaling that he could make the decision and they would follow his lead.
With a sweep of his sleeve, Tetsuya conjured a table and several chairs on the ground.
"Since you think we can become friends, let's sit down and talk. We'll see whether that's possible."
Jigen made himself at home, pulling out a chair and sitting down before tapping the table.
Red wine and steaks appeared on the previously empty table.
"Please,