Uchiha Madara efficiently completed the mission he had accepted. By the time he returned, Renya had already prepared the meal.
"Madara-sama, you're back."
Madara's eyes fell on the table full of delicious food, and his Adam's apple moved involuntarily.
It had been a long time since he had eaten something made by this kid.
All because of that Senju Tobirama!
One day, he would settle all old and new scores together and send Tobirama to his grave!
And as a bonus, he could use this opportunity to get Renya to awaken the Mangekyō Sharingan—consider it a reward for cooking.
After all, only by awakening the Mangekyō could one truly be called a powerful Uchiha.
"Madara, come eat!" Senju Hashirama, ignoring his friend, had already started devouring the food.
"Mm, this is so good!"
"Hashirama, you rascal." Seeing this, Madara no longer hesitated and immediately sat at the table, picking up his bowl and chopsticks.
If he moved any slower, someone would finish all the food.
"Scar, here's your grilled fish." Renya had not forgotten what he promised Scar and summoned him into a corner.
"You're the best, meow!" Scar's eyes lit up as he looked at the two grilled fish handed to him, saliva nearly dripping from his mouth.
Only a technique of this caliber deserved to touch his body.
"So delicious, absolutely delicious!" Scar quickly snatched the grilled fish and wolfed it down.
"Renya, come eat." Hashirama reminded him. If Renya didn't come soon, the two of them would finish all the dishes.
"I'm coming, I'm coming."
For the next month, Renya stayed by their side, acting as their cook.
He didn't quite understand why the two insisted on living like cavemen.
With Hashirama's Wood Release, he could easily build a decent wooden house, which would be far better than a cave…
He didn't understand, but he respected them.
Perhaps they simply enjoyed this primitive lifestyle?
As time went on, Madara and Hashirama gradually noticed something was off about Renya.
Sometimes he would wake up as if he were a completely different person, but he would soon return to normal.
They had no idea why this happened. When they secretly tested him, they found that Renya seemed unaware of it.
"Madara, do you think something's wrong with Renya?" Hashirama asked, pointing to his temple while Renya went out to buy ingredients.
"Possibly." Madara nodded, unusually agreeing with Hashirama's opinion.
"What can we do to cure him? He doesn't seem to know his body is changing…" Hashirama asked, puzzled.
Madara shook his head. "We don't have a solution for now."
They had only been apart for three years, and already Renya's body had problems. Who knew what he had experienced in the village?
Madara suspected this might be related to that damned Tobirama!
When he and Hashirama had infiltrated Konoha back then, they had seen Tobirama carrying an unconscious Renya away!
Renya's condition might be connected to Tobirama…
Madara's desire to kill Tobirama grew stronger—not only had he caused Izuna's death, but he had also driven Renya to the brink of mental collapse!
That guy truly deserved to die!
"We could use a sealing jutsu to seal him." Hashirama suggested.
"Our sealing jutsu probably won't work…" Madara replied. "You could ask Mito to see if she can seal that person."
"Mm, I'll inform Mito about Renya's condition." Hashirama's expression was serious.
"Tch, are you planning to seal me?" Renya, carrying the ingredients, stood at the cave entrance, his gaze icy as he stared at them.
"Don't be ridiculous. It's not that simple."
"Why are you out here?" Hashirama looked puzzled. Renya hadn't slept—how could he be out?!
"You seem to have a misunderstanding about me." Renya looked at them and explained. "I've always been Renya. There's no such thing as mental collapse."
"I'm the same person as him."
"The same person?" Madara frowned. "You and that kid are like completely different people."
That kid would never speak to them with such an attitude and tone. This person before them showed no respect whatsoever!
"You wouldn't understand even if I told you." Renya spread his hands helplessly. "I have no ill intent toward him, so there's no need to be so tense."
"As for why I can come out?" Renya's lips curved slightly. "I'm not telling you."
"By the way, I personally don't recommend you tell him about my existence."
"The consequences… could be severe…"
Before he could finish, his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.
Hashirama and Madara exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.
"Madara, do you think what he said is true?"
"Not sure."
They weren't children—they couldn't just believe everything he said.
He might be deliberately leading them astray.
...
Not far away in the forest, Renya's figure appeared suddenly.
"If I skip my nap, I can sometimes gain brief control over my body… might as well nap on time. That old man really is strict!"
Saying this, he slowly closed his eyes.
"Not used to skipping naps, it makes me drowsy."
Renya yawned, carrying the ingredients toward the cave, completely unaware of any changes in his body.
"Madara-sama, Hashirama-san, what are you doing?"
Inside the cave, Renya noticed their serious expressions from afar, as if something had happened.
"Renya, you're back." Hashirama forced a smile.
"Did something happen while I was gone?" Renya sensed the tension and asked curiously.
Could it be that Hashirama-san and Madara-sama were arguing again over differing ideals?
They had lived together for so many years—shouldn't they have stopped arguing by now?
"Renya…" Hashirama seemed about to speak but hesitated.
"Forget it, Hashirama." Madara stopped him.
Until they found a practical solution, it was better not to tell this kid about mental instability.
After all, the other had warned them before he left—not to let Renya know about his existence.
Some things are better safe than sorry.
Renya: "???"
What could be so important that they don't want him to know?!
"Madara-sama, what exactly are you discussing?" Renya couldn't help asking.
The less they said, the more curious he became—especially with Hashirama-san's hesitant expression.
"Mature matters, kids shouldn't pry." Madara gave him a side glance, speaking impatiently. "If you have nothing to do, go cook."
Renya: "…"
He was already in his twenties, yet they still treated him like a child.
Fine, if they don't want to say, then he won't push it.
Probably another quarrel over the "Eye of the Moon" plan. Best not to poke the hornet's nest.
Better not upset them—getting scolded would be too costly.
Renya muttered to himself while preparing to cook.
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