Chapter 295

When Masahiko saw Madara, he was ready to meet his thunderous blow. But after Madara's only remaining Sharingan rotated, he sat down slowly.

"It's been a long time, old man."

Masahiko was slightly stunned, and a flat rock naturally protruded under his feet. He also sat down and looked at Uchiha Madara.

"Why, you know you are not my opponent, so you don't fight me? Madara, you have fallen, you used to not be afraid of the enemy's strength. "Masahiko looked sad.

Madara's face was full of wrinkles, and his hair was almost white, but the beating blood vessels on his forehead proved that he was still very energetic … maybe.

After a long time, Madara breathed a sigh of relief. "Old man, you are still so old."

Masahiko smiled. "Don't call me old man, now we are not sure who is the old man."

After that, there was a long silence. Madara's eyes were closed, and no one knew what he was thinking. Masahiko looked at him with a smile.

"Old man," Madara finally said, "I have some questions that need your answer."

Masahiko was startled, but he nodded slowly and did not refuse.

"Does Infinite Tsukuyomi really exist?"

Madara's question surprised Masahiko, but he thought it was reasonable. Black Zetsu showed flaws many times because of him, and he did not believe that Madara would not notice it. What surprised him was why Madara asked him, as if he thought that Masahiko knew what Infinite Tsukuyomi was.

"What's Infinite Moon Reading?" Masahiko had a puzzled look on his face.

"Old man, don't hide it …"

"You seem to have known that Izuna will die, and that I will leave Konoha, and even that I will attack Konoha …" Madara said slowly. "You can't hide anything, and only that idiot Zhu Jian can't find anything!"

Masahiko: "…"

He felt that he had not shown too much abnormality in these years, but he did not expect that sometimes, his too calm expression in the face of the plot could also make Madara suspicious.

"Is that really the case?" Masahiko fell silent, and Madara said again. "So this time, you already knew that I would let Zetsu go to Nagato?"

Masahiko was startled and sighed.

"It turns out that there is a flaw here."

Masahiko calmed down and smiled. "So, you even know the ability of the Rinnegan?

"Do you blame me for my bad luck?" Madara stood up and said, "So, you even know the ability of Rinnegan? Masahiko's expression changed several times. He covered his mouth with his hand and smiled bitterly.

"Madara, when did you become so smart? If you could do this earlier, you and Zhu Jian would be able to create a real peace."

"Madara, when did you become so smart? If you can do this earlier, you will not go to this point today. Maybe you and Hashirama can create a real peace and prosperity."

"The real peace and prosperity …" Madara murmured. "So, is the Infinite Tsukuyomi false?"

Masahiko hesitated and shook his head. "It's true, but it's not peace."

With only one explanation, Masahiko changed the topic and didn't want to say more.

"After twenty-four years, don't you want to know more about Uchiha? Or have you already known it through Zetsu? "

"What does it have to do with me?"

Madara sat down again.

Masahiko smiled helplessly. It seemed that Madara had learned about Uchiha from Zetsu, but he was not good at expressing his inner gratification.

Even if Madara doesn't care much about his people, Izuna Uchiha asked him to protect his people before she died, it should have a great impact on him.

Masahiko saw that Madara had no intention of doing anything, but said a few words, like a tired old man, closed his eyes and rested. He also diverted his attention. It has been more than half an hour since he saw Madara. Masahiko's attention has been on Madara. Until now, he had time to pay attention to the surrounding environment.

The underground space is very wide. Masahiko entered from the bottom of the valley and ran southwest for more than ten kilometers before he saw Madara. In this place, if Masahiko's sense of direction is not wrong, above his head should be Kazufuru Fuuma during the Warring States period, later renamed by Masahiko as Kazuhara Fuuma.

Underground, not far from Madara, there is a strange stone statue, tens of meters high, with a number of round stone pillars protruding from its shoulders. It should be the body of the Ten tails.

After looking around carefully, Masahiko smiled and looked at Madara. "The living environment is spacious, but it's hard to see the sun for so many years. But your skin hasn't turned white either … "

Madara did not respond. Masahiko paused and then said. "There is no hope of resurrection. Do you want to die here in obscurity?"

Madara opened a Sharingan again, looked deeply at Masahiko, expressionless, and said again.

"There is one more question, what is that black guy?"

Masahiko smiled. "That is your will. Zhu Jian is the will of fire, and you are the will of black. One red and one black, it's a good match … "

Madara frowned and stopped talking. After all, he was old, and he was afraid that if he talked to Masahiko again, he would suffer from cerebral thrombosis and high blood pressure.

"Give it back to you!" Masahiko hesitated, took out the box with the Rinnegan and threw it back.

Madara reached out and caught it. This time, his face was no longer expressionless. "Old man, you are still as bold as ever."

Masahiko shook his head. "I just don't want to miss the last chance to beat you. Without the Rinnegan, you are really vulnerable now. Even if I win, it will be unfair."

Madara clenched his right fist, slowly loosened it after a while, and began to change his eyes.

"Old man, you are still so annoying." Madara repeated the opening remarks again.

Masahiko recalled. "In my memory, we have fought three times, and I lost all of them. The first time, I was 49 years old, and you were 17; the second time, I was 62 years old, and you were 30; the third time, I was 67 years old, and you were 35. "

"But now," Masahiko sighed. "I am 100 years old, and you are 68 years old. Do you still have the power to fight me?"

Madara didn't answer, and the power of the Rinnegan returned to him again. Chakra slightly shook, his white hair slowly turned black, and the wrinkles on his face slowly smoothed out. Two minutes later, the familiar Uchiha Madara appeared in front of Masahiko again.

Masahiko was stunned and smiled. "When we fought the second time, you saw me when I was young and thought I overdrew my life to deal with you. I didn't expect that you would have such a day. "

"Old man, don't blame me if you die!" Madara didn't answer directly, and he didn't want to end up dying in silence.

"I will die?" Masahiko curled his lips. "I will fight with you for the last time. I wish you a good journey!"

That's all for today. I'm going to study the next chapter carefully. (How to reasonably avoid the positive description of the battle)

Hokage Doujinshi, even if I hide here and there, I still have to fight a few battles. I try not to write so embarrassing …