Faced with the old toad's evasions, Madara refused to let the matter drop. Now that he knew the truth behind the Shinobi World's history, he was desperate to learn about its future.
Perhaps precisely because he knew how ninshu had declined, and understood that the Shinobi World's current peace was maintained by him, Shingetsu, and Hashirama together, Madara couldn't help letting his thoughts wander. He worried that if he and Hashirama were gone one day, the Shinobi World might repeat the fate of the Sage of Six Paths.
That only made him crave a glimpse of the future even more.
"Stop playing dumb, old toad! Spit out everything you know!"
Madara was already growing impatient, an uncompromising edge creeping into his voice. The old toad, however, was deeply troubled. He even felt a little resentful toward Fukasaku. Why had the brat run his mouth and let this slip?
Under Madara's relentless questioning, Gamamaru innocently closed his eyes. A moment later, he resorted to his old trick and pretended to have lost his memory again.
"...Hmm, who are you?"
Both the man and the toad stood at the pinnacle of the Shinobi World, yet here they were, bickering like schoolchildren. Watching from the side, Shingetsu felt utterly helpless.
But when she turned and saw the distraught Hashirama unconsciously mumbling Tsunade's name, she was even more speechless. Her mouth twitched, and she felt not a shred of sympathy-
Serves you right. Who told you to take Tsunade gambling?
"Great Toad Sage, forgive my rudeness, but can you truly foresee the future?"
As the brains of the Uchiha Clan, Izuna had been calmly observing from the sidelines, and sure enough, he had noticed a few clues.
Izuna's question struck Gamamaru straight in his weak spot, leaving the toad thoroughly rattled!
"Young Uchiha Descendant,