"Hey, you're a rogue ninja from Konoha! What gives you the right to lecture me?"
A vein bulged on Tsunade's forehead as she looked at Madara Uchiha, who was acting like her elder, and complained.
"Heh. A rogue ninja?"
Perhaps because he had met an old friend's descendant, Madara felt a little different at that moment. The corners of his mouth curved slightly, and he chuckled.
He and Hashirama had built Konoha with their own hands back then.
Konoha, because Hashirama used Wood Release.
Hokage, because he himself excelled at Fire Release.
But that was all in the past now.
He had no intention of saying anything. Or rather, anything he said would be meaningless now.
Hashirama was dead. Everything had changed.
The youngsters now were probably all immersed in the lies that bastard Tobirama had constructed.
Although Tsunade was somewhat angry as she watched Madara Uchiha chuckle, reason still held the upper hand.
She glanced at Rasa beside her out of the corner of her eye, giving him a look.
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Although Rasa had given up trying, he was still a Kage, no matter what.
He had once been a brilliant rising star on the battlefield, too.
After that brief exchange of glances, he understood Tsunade's meaning.
Had someone possessed the Byakugan at that moment, they should have clearly seen chakra slowly flowing from the soles of his feet into the ground.
It formed a circle around Madara Uchiha.
Madara raised an eyebrow, looked at Tsunade before him, and slowly asked,
"So, you intend to stop me?"
"To stop my plan to achieve peace?"
Unlike Obito, Madara's confidence and arrogance meant he no longer concealed his plan.
They already knew anyway. There was no point in hiding it.
As his words fell, an astonishing pressure spread outward from Madara.