Konoha.
Hashirama and Madara's tour of Konoha had ended.
And this would also be the last time the two of them ever strolled through Konoha together.
Madara returned to the prison and put on the blindfold Tobirama had specially made.
Over the following days, Izuna visited him from time to time, bringing little Sasuke along.
Judging by his face alone, Sasuke probably carried the bloodline of Madara's generation.
His direct ancestor might very well have been one of Madara's brothers or uncles.
Madara did not particularly care about that, but he treated Sasuke even better than he had once treated Obito.
Madara: Obviously. One was an unfilial grandson, and the other was a promising youngster who looked just like my dear Little Brother. How could I not treat him well?
A flock of crows flew across the sky, cawing.
Mixed in were a few words of human speech as they discussed where to go for a relaxing spa treatment that evening.
Beneath Konoha.
At the former Root Base.
The Root members on guard wore masks and matching black robes, each standing ramrod straight as they guarded the base, which had been cleared out to house the Ten-Tails.
Inside, quite a few members of the Sealing Squad in white lab coats were conducting further analysis of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.
Without a Rinnegan wielder to drive it, the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path had lost its sense of purpose. Combined with the restraints of the sealing jutsu, it now lay on the ground like a dispirited middle-aged man.
"This is so annoying. When can we finally get out?"
Inside the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, the Four-Tails, Son Gokū, rolled over and spoke listlessly.
"Enough. It's still better than being swallowed by the Demonic Statue of