True to his word, Sasuke had been there within a couple of minutes. The school wasn't hard to get to, especially when one used their speed. He was soaked, but didn't seem to particularly care. When he had left, he had made sure to leave behind a shadow clone to take over the duty of caring for Itachi. He was blind now, after all.

When Sasuke entered the classroom, he immediately walked over to the decaying desk and leaned against it, arms folded over his chest as he watched the older man with calculating, crimson eyes. If he played his cards right, there was a slim chance that even he would be able to use the infamous Madara, just as he had used Orochimaru.

"What is it you want to know." Blunt and to the point. Madara would have been, too. It really was scary how similar they were, although the Madara he knew previously hadn't been around long enough for him to pick apart those similarities like Itachi could.