Madara glanced up. He studied Itachi, and wished he could activate his sharingan without that gestue being seen as an act of war. He wished to use it just to see every small move of Itachi’s body language. What was this attitude?
“What is it?” he asked. “Of course there will be people in my way. If that will be the entire world… -it doesn’t matter to me- …then I
will fight the entire world. The Warring States Era will look small in comparison to global war, but I am not opposed to the idea.”
He closed the book but kept a finger between the pages to keep track of his reading process.
“Why do you say such things? Are you upset?”
Was it really so difficult to parse the reason why something like this would upset him? Nevermind his warning to the others already indicated his view of Madara wasn’t exactly positive.
From what he was personally taught and researched about Madara, the man was always eager to fight, to remind people why he was one of the most powerful shinobi in existence. His name was enough for leaders to rally their troops for a potential war. Yet…Itachi still lives. The longer the conversation drags on without the looming threat of a fight, the braver he will become. He does not intend to shrink, and he of all people knows things like first impressions can be proven wrong.
“Of course I would be. As a shinobi I strive for peace. You would be a threat to it.”
Well if Itachi isn’t going to reply, he’ll just read more in this bingo book to see what the fake ‘Madara’ has been up to.
There’s so little protocol on how to deal with this, exactly. Not that he can’t come up with strategies on his own, but dealing with a Madara that seemed not quite there was…dangerous, to say the least.
Or maybe the myths about him weren’t entirely accurate? Age could play into it…
“What is your plan here.” While he’s feeling brave.
“My plan?” He glanced up, he looked at Itachi and then he turned the page. “To go after the things that are really important, and make them happen. I don’t care how long it will take me, so my plan has no timeframe.” Immortality was a bitch, because endless procrastination was suddenly possible.
That was…quite vague.
(Not that Itachi truly believed he was entitled to details, but if Madara was arrogant enough to share… well, there was an attempt on Itachi’s end, at least.)
For a second he parts his lips to speak, but quickly eats his words. What use is there in warning Madara that there will be people to stand in the way of his plans if someone like him can simply outlive them?
He feels stuck, and he hates it. Arrogance is not something Itachi partakes in, but he knew he was skilled, and intelligent, so why was he stuck? Was it the lack of the knowledge of his plans? Was it knowing that Madara could simply play the waiting game on someone intent to fight him?
“You know the world will join forces to put a halt to whatever you may try.” Itachi ends up saying it anyways, because there will always at least be people alive, and they will stand in his way. Whichever group Madara waited out, had likely had children or passed on their techniques in some other fashion.
Well if Itachi isn’t going to reply, he’ll just read more in this bingo book to see what the fake ‘Madara’ has been up to.
There’s so little protocol on how to deal with this, exactly. Not that he can’t come up with strategies on his own, but dealing with a Madara that seemed not quite there was…dangerous, to say the least.
Or maybe the myths about him weren’t entirely accurate? Age could play into it…
“What is your plan here.” While he’s feeling brave.
“Tell that to the people pretending to be Madara. Or are you doubting the validity of my identity, too? Just like me? Some days, honestly, I think I’m more Tobi than Madara.”
“No one else has as massive a chakra as you.” He could tell him apart. There’s also the fact he’s quite adept in genjutsu.
“Is that what you did, warning people? It sounded like you were disgusted with anyone wanting to be me – as if I’m so bad.” He was. “But hey, thanks for the warning. Say it louder for the ninjas in the back.”
There is an irony here that is very, very lost. Truthfully, Itachi’s putting himself in danger as well by attempting this.
“You are not a role model to admire.” That was the truth.
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