"Oh, my esteemed Lord Madara, I have perfected the flawless Impure World Reincarnation prepared for you. May you now continue answering my questions?"
With Tagitsuhime acting as the intermediary, Orochimaru took over Kabuto's body again.
Madara released the wooden shackles binding Kabuto's body and frowned at Orochimaru's odd tone of voice.
"Speak normally."
Orochimaru nodded.
"This is how nobles speak. I thought I would try to be more courteous."
He stretched his limbs. Poor Kabuto's body had been trapped in the shackles for four or five days and had become unbearably stiff.
Fortunately, Black Zetsu had been willing to cast another genjutsu on him, or Kabuto would have died of depression.
Black Zetsu: I simply needed the knowledge in his head to perfect Impure World Reincarnation. Also, I hate you freakishly gifted bastards.
"Nobles? Those fat pigs lounging on top of shinobi?"
Madara had no respect whatsoever for the so-called nobility.
Perhaps the existence of nobles played an important role in the Shinobi World's economy, but who was Madara?
He was the illustrious Asura of the Ninja World. His strength alone already entitled him to look down on any noble.
At its core, the Shinobi World was still a world where the strong preyed on the weak.
After all, Sasori alone could destroy a small country.
When their country was destroyed, the nobles of a small country were no different from ordinary civilians.
Besides, Madara embraced fantasy.
He wanted to achieve peace through genjutsu.
When the time came, everyone would enter a world of genjutsu and do whatever they pleased. What the hell would an economy be good for?
Reviewing and revising the Uchiha Clan's financial affairs back then had already given him enough headaches. Had Hashirama not forbidden it, he might really have taken the Uchiha Gunbai and his