Just then, a breeze drifted over. Shin'yu's eyelids trembled slightly, but his breathing remained steady, and he did not open his eyes immediately.
"You brat, trying to eavesdrop on us?" Madara glanced at him indifferently, a trace of amusement flashing through his mismatched eyes behind the sunglasses.
Light put her hands on her hips slightly, immediately puffing up in anger.
Shin'yu sighed helplessly and had no choice but to open his eyes. He coughed lightly and changed the subject. "Ah, my great nephew is quite interesting. He actually inherited the power of Wood Style..."
"Wood Style? Heh, Tobirama was quite capable." Old Madara's attention was indeed drawn away. "A transformation at the genetic level... besides your Mahoraga, only his absurd technique could accomplish something like that."
"Unfortunately, if we want to understand those experiments of his, who knows how long it would take with just us. That's why we need professionals." Shin'yu picked up a glass of juice and pierced it with a straw with a crack.
"Putting everything else aside, your ability to win over people's hearts has improved by leaps and bounds these past few years." Madara smiled faintly and teased him at just the right moment.
Of course, Shin'yu knew he was referring to how he had charmed the Hidden Leaf Four Little Ones. To keep Old Madara from feeling lonely and prevent him from becoming disconnected from the ninja world, Shin'yu told him everything he did outside, including matters concerning Kakuzu and the Land of Iron. To Madara, all of that intelligence was completely transparent.
He had even revealed to the two of them that his Ame no Tokotachi could rewind any target other than himself. After all, now that he possessed the Eternal Mangekyo, it was time to reveal this trump card.
Faced with Madara's