"Back then... I only made it this far thanks to Dōjutsu, too..."
At this point, Yuya could not help looking wistful.
Remembering the days when he had first obtained the Sharingan filled him with emotion.
"Senior..."
Madara did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Why didn't you say so sooner...?
But he had already given away his eyes. Naturally, he could not take them back...
Besides, since he had decided to cultivate under Yuya, he had to leave some power behind to protect the Uchiha.
After all, he had once owed Izuna a pair of eyes.
"If you cultivate with me, your chances of survival will be slim. Have you thought this through?"
Yuya looked at him and asked.
"Yes, Senior. I'm willing!"
Madara answered without hesitation.
He had made up his mind the moment he dug out his Rinnegan.
"Time means nothing in cultivation. A hundred years can pass in the blink of an eye. There's no telling how long you'll be gone. When you return, old friends may have passed away, and nothing may be as you remember it. Have you thought this through?"
Yuya asked again.
"Senior... I've thought it through..."
Madara hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Then come with me."
A spacetime gate materialized before Yuya, and he stepped inside.
Madara hesitated briefly, looking at the pitch-black gateway that seemed capable of swallowing everything.
He took one last look at this world, then stepped inside as well.
Yuya had agreed to let Madara cultivate under him not only because Madara was the reincarnation of Indra's Chakra,
but even more because he had a heart that sought the Dao.
That was something most people in Naruto did not possess.
Even Hashirama fought mostly for peace, with an ideal in his heart.
That included Obito, Kakashi,