"You're still too weak as you are now. In this Shinobi World after Hashirama sealed himself away, you may be one of the few people who can give me some enjoyment."
Madara Uchiha raised his hand and looked at his palm, burned like a piece of dry firewood, a crazed, expectant smile in his eyes.
Crack.
Madara Uchiha raised his hand and snapped off that firewood-like palm with a light twist.
The next moment, the remaining half of his severed hand returned to normal in the blink of an eye, with no process of regeneration at all. It was as though it had suddenly changed from a severed hand into a perfectly intact palm.
"Flames like these are far more interesting than the Amaterasu of another pair of Mangekyō, but unfortunately, flames of utmost yang aren't compatible with our Uchiha eyes. Boy, don't go down the wrong path."
Raising his perfectly intact palm and studying it for a moment, Madara Uchiha spoke quietly.
"Oh my, Lord Madara, you've lost another portion of your time. How scary~~."
White Zetsu wriggled over to Madara Uchiha with a grin, looked him up and down for a moment, then spoke with a strange laugh.
"It doesn't matter. I have to find some amusement in these boring days. After getting that thing from that worthless Ōtsutsuki, how much time I have no longer really matters.
"Now... I only need to wait for Obito to fully awaken the power within him, then awaken Him... and eat Him."
Madara Uchiha flashed back onto the stone chair and spoke in a low voice.
Before, what he had lacked most was time.
And now, what he had in greatest abundance was also time.
"Wow~~ I'm so looking forward to it~~ By the way, Lord Madara, Black Zetsu escaped again.