"You're partially right." Sasuke unfolded his arms for a moment to unzip his hoodie, peeling it off and folding it over an arm before folding his arms over his chest again.

"In our world, I had been on the way to confront Itachi, my brother, within a cave. When I neared my destination point, I found myself in another world, within a city called Toshima. I was there for a little over a year, and that's where I first met you. You were older, very much so. You had already fought Shodaime - Senjuu Hashirama - and lost. You were presumed dead, but you weren't. You survived, somehow, and laid low, biding your time to attempt revenge on Konoha." He paused there, watching his ancestor.

"Do you want to hear your life's story as you told it to me, Madara? Knowledge can get you a little further, even here."