... Flashback ...
Back when Tetsuhiro had just heard Maya's report on Daitokuji's condition, he casually set the little bottle on the throne and hurried to the Research Department.
Clang!
Not long afterward, Madara Uchiha walked in with steady strides.
Having heard that Tetsuhiro had returned, he had come to discuss conquering other worlds with him.
But the great hall was empty, and Madara's gaze settled on the throne that symbolized the supreme authority of the Shinobi World.
That little jade bottle stood out far too much.
Madara's brow creased almost imperceptibly. He was extremely sensitive to fluctuations in energy, and a faint yet unfamiliar aura lingered around the jade bottle, carrying a hint of the uncanny that belonged exclusively to another world.
Ever since awakening his Rinnegan, he had never encountered anything that even he could not analyze.
"Does it belong to 'Hashirama'?" The thought flashed through Madara's mind.
Curiosity drove him forward. He approached the throne step by step and casually picked up the little jade bottle.
It felt slightly cool in his hand. He tilted it a little, wanting to see exactly what kind of liquid it contained.
He opened the cap and poured some liquid onto his hand to examine it closely.
Unexpectedly, the liquid immediately entered his body.
With a clatter, the little jade bottle fell heavily onto the steps beneath the throne.
The sharp sound of shattering rang out, and the liquid spilled across the floor.
Madara hurriedly examined his body and immediately realized something was wrong.
First came his hair. It lengthened at a visible rate, cascading down his back until it reached his waist, its strands becoming smoother than before.
Then came his figure. His broad, straight shoulders narrowed slightly, though they still retained the definition left by years of battle, while