"Most of them are."
"Some were collected from other ninja villages and stored in the Library Pavilion for our clansmen to study and consult."
"Of course, different ranks of ninjutsu have different access requirements. You need to make the corresponding contributions to learn them."
Madara closed the scroll and returned it to the shelf.
He turned around and looked at Xuandou, his eyes filled with mixed feelings.
"Brat, when I founded Konoha, I once dreamed of a scene like this."
"The Uchiha would no longer have to hide, be ostracized, or be suppressed. They could train, live, and grow stronger openly."
His voice was somewhat low.
"But after Konoha was founded, everything changed."
"It seemed all of that had come true, yet many hidden dangers remained. In my disappointment, I chose to leave."
He paused, his gaze sweeping across the Library Pavilion, a touch of emotion in his voice:
"I never imagined you would accomplish what I failed to do."
"The Uchiha have truly grown and flourished in your hands."
Xuandou shook his head.
"It wasn't my achievement alone. It took everyone's efforts."
Madara said nothing. He simply turned and walked toward the door.
At the doorway, he suddenly stopped and said without looking back:
"If only that idiot Hashirama were still alive."
"I'd have to show off to him properly."
"Look at how glorious the Uchiha have become! Far better than that Konoha of his!"
Hearing this, something stirred within Xuandou.
He stepped forward to stand beside Madara, a slight smile rising on his lips.
"Madara, there's something I forgot to tell you."
"Before you, I already brought Hashirama Senju back with Impure World Reincarnation."
Madara stopped abruptly.
He turned his head, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"What? Where is he now?"
"In Konoha."
The corner of Madara's mouth