Uchiha Madara's lips twitched.
He stared at Kai in shock, completely dumbfounded.
What the—?!
This brat's face was thicker than a wall!
He had come here today to discipline Kai.
After all, Obito's carefully laid plan had been thrown into chaos by this kid.
Madara had spent the past few days busy reworking his strategies.
Obito was unreliable, his own body was nearing its limit…
He desperately needed a stand-in to watch over Nagato in his stead.
Having tied up those loose ends, he came here.
But instead of a confrontation—
this brat was actually asking him for benefits?!
Unbelievable.
Still, for Izuna's sake, he could only sigh and shake his head.
"Fine. Speak," Madara muttered.
"I'll help if I can."
Kai's eyes lit up immediately.
Without hesitation, he went straight for the jugular:
"I have no siblings. If I want to awaken the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, my only option is Hashirama's cells. Surely, Ancestor Madara, you still have some preserved?"
"…You really dare to ask," Madara said flatly.
"I can give you a little. You'll have to cultivate them yourself."
Kai nodded, then pressed on without pause:
"Throw in some White Zetsu cells as well, while you're at it."
Madara froze, staring hard at him.
Finally, he scowled.
"Enough!
Stop tossing them out one by one.
Say it all at once."
Kai grinned.
And then—
He listed out every single treasure he could remember, his eyes gleaming like a bandit eyeing loot.
This was Uchiha Madara, after all!
As a former clan leader, the man surely hoarded all sorts of rare and precious things.
"Transcription Seals! Demonic Statue Chains! Binding Curses!
And—lately I've been working on the Impure World Reincarnation technique.
When it's ready, I intend to summon back Ancestor Izuna.
I've too many responsibilities on my shoulders, I'll need his help.
When you, Ancestor, complete your own plans and return from the Pure Land—
I hope you'll use the Outer Path: Samsara of Heavenly Life to revive Izuna for good!"
Madara rubbed his temple.
Why had he even come here?
Nothing accomplished, and now he was being bled dry.
What was this brat treating him as?
Some kind of Doraemon, dispensing gadgets on demand?
But then—
at the last request, he faltered.
"…You want Izuna revived?" he asked quietly.
"Why not?" Kai shrugged.
"With Impure World Reincarnation and Samsara of Heavenly Life, the boundary of life and death is meaningless now.
In fact—when the time is right, I plan to bring back everyone who ever contributed to the Uchiha… even those who served the world.
We'll need them all."
And he was dead serious.
To Kai, the true enemies weren't Kaguya or even the Fourth War.
They were the unknown Ōtsutsuki clans beyond the stars.
In the original timeline, just a handful of them had nearly crushed the entire shinobi world.
But this was reality.
What if an army of Ōtsutsuki invaded one day?
Leave the world's fate entirely in the hands of two "chosen ones," Naruto and Sasuke?
What kind of idiocy was that?
Anyone who'd received a basic modern education would know better.
No—
the ninja world had to unify, industrialize, modernize—like his past world's "Eagle Nation."
And every powerhouse in history had to be revived, to brainstorm solutions together.
That was the only viable path.
"…Do as you like," Madara finally said, exhaling.
"Once the Eye of the Moon Plan is complete, you'll understand how foolish and wasteful your scheme truly is.
But… fine.
As for Izuna, I'll see to it when he returns."
He shrugged.
Truthfully, Madara had never considered reviving his brother.
In his view, once the Infinite Tsukuyomi was cast, he and Izuna would be together forever in the dream.
Revival was unnecessary.
But if Kai insisted?
Then so be it.
Getting to see Izuna a little earlier… wasn't so bad.
Resolved, Madara pulled out a scroll, scribbled down technique after technique, and tossed it over.
"Everything you asked for is here.
Even Impure World Reincarnation.
Do as you wish.
I need to return and prepare for my final plan.
When I've fully revived, we'll speak again."
His tone was calm, almost dismissive.
These things meant nothing to him.
The only path forward was the Eye of the Moon.
Kai stared at the scroll in awe.
Even Hashirama cells and White Zetsu samples had been included.
He had only half-expected any of this to work.
Yet now… here it all was, freely given.
He almost felt overwhelmed.
"…Ancestor Madara, you're just giving all this to me? Without any conditions?" Kai asked in disbelief.
Madara waved a hand, unimpressed.
"Don't make it sound so grand.
Just trinkets.
Play with them as you like.
I don't expect you'll succeed anyway.
The Eye of the Moon is the true future of this world.
One day, you'll see that too.
Enough talk. I'm leaving."
And with that, Uchiha Madara vanished into the night.
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