What Bloodline Disease? How come I didn't know I was sick? What the hell was this old Senju geezer talking about?!
Held in Madara's arms, Shingetsu looked utterly bewildered. She had never expected the Old Coot to bring that up.
Only after a long while did she remember how the God Tree kept draining her chakra, leaving her so weak that she could only lie motionless in bed to recover, sometimes even passing out. Add in her Sharingan and Wood Release, two top-tier kekkei genkai, and from a shinobi's perspective, wouldn't that look exactly like Bloodline Disease?
Thinking back, since the clan's Medical Ninja couldn't diagnose her condition and had no way to deal with her strange illness, she had often used it as an excuse to play sick and slack off. She simply hadn't expected someone to seize on it one day and refuse to let it go.
Did this count as karmic retribution?
After hearing the old Senju bastard out, Madara Uchiha's face swiftly darkened. Yet he didn't immediately reject the offer outright, because it had struck him squarely where he was most vulnerable.
Just as Senju Yo had said, the Uchiha Clan's Medical Ninja were appallingly incompetent. Any Uchiha with even a few connections wouldn't entrust their lives to those quacks.
Now that the clans no longer had to fight one another, those Medical Ninja had lost the patients they could practice on. Their skills would only deteriorate further.
Expecting them to cure Shingetsu's Bloodline Disease was nothing short of a pipe dream!
And that had always weighed on Madara's heart.
Madara Uchiha stroked the girl's soft, fuzzy head as he held her, his eyes filled with an affection so intense it almost seemed tangible.
In the days just after Shingetsu's birth, Madara had scarcely left her