After leaving the town where Tsunade was staying, Isamu did not immediately set off for the southern sea. Instead, he flew toward Kannabi Bridge, intending to meet the man who had once stood at the pinnacle of the ninja world.
"No wonder people say a gentle woman's embrace is a hero's grave. It's absolutely true. I almost lost the motivation to complete the system mission. Women… sigh."
Thinking back to the days he had spent with Tsunade, Isamu shook his head helplessly.
"With the Third Great Ninja War underway, Madara's plan should be entering its final stages. Let me see whether the Infinite Tsukuyomi was truly your own idea—or whether you were deceived by Black Zetsu."
With that thought, Isamu entered Six Paths Mode and sped toward Madara's hidden location.
More than ten minutes later, he arrived above the underground hideout.
"So this is the place? Hiding underground instead of returning home and facing the world—you've really become something, Uchiha Madara."
Sensing Madara's faint chakra below, Isamu wore a mocking smile.
The White Zetsu guards immediately noticed his arrival and emerged from the shadows.
"Huh? Isamu? What are you doing here? Did you come to play with us?"
"Enough nonsense, Zetsu. Take me to see him. I have something to ask."
Isamu rolled his eyes.
"Oh, alright. Follow me."
Seeing that Isamu was serious, White Zetsu stopped joking and led the way.
Meanwhile, White Zetsu's main body appeared before Madara.
"Lord Madara, Isamu is here."
"I know."
Madara remained expressionless.
"I sensed him from more than ten kilometers away. That overwhelming presence… the real Isamu has arrived."
"Lord Madara, you should prepare yourself mentally. This Isamu is a little different."
Remembering Isamu's appearance—white robes, white hair, and twelve black spheres floating behind him—White Zetsu couldn't help but grin.
Madara frowned.
"Different? In what way?"
Before White Zetsu could explain, Isamu arrived.
The tomoe in his Nine-Tomoe Rinnegan slowly rotated.
His hair had turned white, his skin pale.
He wore white robes decorated with black tomoe patterns, and twelve Truth-Seeking Orbs floated behind him.
Looking around the cavern, Isamu nodded inwardly.
So this is where Obito's fate began.
Madara stared at him.
The image before him looked eerily similar to the legendary Sage of Six Paths described in ancient records.
Has he already reached that level?
For the first time, even Madara felt shaken.
At that moment, Black Zetsu, hidden on Madara's body, trembled violently.
"Impossible…!"
"Uchiha Tensei!"
"How can he still be alive after a thousand years?"
The figure before him was nearly identical to the one buried deep within his memories.
Black Zetsu could hardly believe what he was seeing.
After decades apart, father and son finally faced one another.
"After crossing so many years, we finally meet, Uchiha Madara."
One of the Truth-Seeking Orbs transformed into a chair.
Isamu sat down casually in front of the aging Madara.
"Hmph."
Madara snorted.
"What? Did you come here just to show off? There's no need. I'm old, but I'm not blind."
"I'm showing off?"
Isamu laughed.
"To be blunt, what exactly do you have that's worth showing off to? Right now, you couldn't even beat one of my hands. What gives you the confidence to remain so arrogant? I'm genuinely curious."
He raised a hand and inspected it as if Madara weren't even worth his attention.
Madara's face darkened.
"My arrogance has nothing to do with strength. It is the mark of a true powerhouse."
"A powerhouse?"
Isamu burst out laughing.
"Madara, stop kidding yourself."
"You're not some legendary powerhouse anymore."
"You're an old fool being manipulated by others."
"You have strength, yes—but no brains."
"And that has nothing to do with being powerful."
Madara immediately exploded.
"Uchiha Tensei!"
"That's enough!"
"I don't need a child like you lecturing me about intelligence!"
"If you came here to humiliate me, congratulations—you've succeeded!"
"I, Uchiha Madara, have walked the ninja world for decades. I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice!"
"You have no right to judge my decisions!"
Seeing the old man become furious so quickly, Isamu couldn't help feeling surprised.
This was very different from the calm and domineering Madara he remembered.
But then again, the Madara from the future had regained his youth and strength.
The current Madara was old, weak, and dependent on machines to stay alive.
Naturally, his mentality was different.
"Don't get so angry."
Isamu waved his hand.
"Your current appearance doesn't really match the image people have of you."
"Let's sit down and talk properly."
"Talk?"
Madara snorted.
"Say whatever you came here to say and then disappear."
"I don't want to look at you for even a second."
After taking several deep breaths and reminding himself that this was technically his own son, Madara finally sat back down.
Seeing him calm slightly, Isamu organized his thoughts and asked the question he had wanted answered for a long time.
"I've always wanted to know something."
"What exactly was your original purpose for launching the Infinite Tsukuyomi?"
"Was it to prove that Hashirama was wrong?"
"Or was it because you wanted to reunite with Uncle Izuna inside a dream world?"
"I truly don't understand."
Noticing the respect in Isamu's tone, Madara's expression softened slightly.
After a moment of silence, he answered.
"I don't know how you learned about the Infinite Tsukuyomi."
"But I can tell you clearly."
"It was never about proving who was right or wrong."
"It was never about bringing Izuna back."
"My goal from the very beginning…"
Madara slowly raised his head.
"…was true peace."
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