[Ino Yamanaka]: "Uncle Obito's so handsome!"
[Sakura Haruno]: "He really is… handsome."
[Itachi Uchiha]: "Focus, everyone. Things are about to get serious."
Kakashi's breath trembled as he faced the unmasked Obito.
The moment of truth had already passed; there was nothing left to hide.
Obito's gaze—cold, unflinching—fell squarely on his former friend.
"Whether I'm alive or not doesn't matter anymore…"
He paused, then his tone sharpened.
"But if you must know the reason I live—
it's because you let Rin die right in front of you!"
The background score rose, taut as wire.
The memory hit Kakashi like a kunai to the chest. Guy, too, went still beside him.
"Don't give me that face, Kakashi," Obito sneered.
"What, aren't you going to curse me? Punch me?"
Then, coldly—
"In this meaningless reality, even hating you is a waste of time."
Obito's hands rose slowly; his eyes burned with grim determination.
He no longer cared for this twisted world—
because in his mind, it would soon be replaced by the illusion of peace.
[Sakura]: "Kakashi-sensei, hang in there!"
[Naruto]: "Yeah! Don't give up, Kakashi-sensei!"
[Sasuke]: "Hmph. Obito's not even that impressive."
[Kakashi]: "Obito… are you really going through with Infinite Tsukuyomi?"
[Obito]: "How many times must I repeat myself? I'll create a new world!"
[Boruto]: "Guess seeing your best friend as the enemy would break anyone…"
[Denki]: "No kidding…"
"I've got nothing left to say to you," Obito murmured.
"Reality shackles us all."
He vaulted into the air, hands forming seals, his Sharingan swirling with fury.
"Fire Style — Storm Dance!"
A roaring inferno spiraled upward like a crimson dragon,
the heat rolling over the field in waves.
The flames lunged for Kakashi and Guy—
but Naruto's Nine-Tails tail whipped forward, sweeping the fire aside.
"Kurama's power, huh?" Obito muttered, voice low.
Then the ground beside him exploded.
Smoke billowed sky-high; the battlefield shook as if something titanic had fallen from heaven.
The spectators blinked at the screen, question marks filling the chat.
[Itachi]: "What's going on?"
[Boruto]: "Why did the ground beside Obito just explode?!"
[Tobirama]: "No… that's not an explosion. Someone's arrived."
[Ōnoki]: "Could it be… Uchiha Madara?"
[Raikage A]: "You old coward, you blame everything on Madara!"
[Mei Terumi]: "Right? How strong can that fossil even be?"
From the dust stepped a shadow—
broad, proud, arms crossed like a god returned from the underworld.
Obito gave him a single glance, then turned away.
But the spectators' hearts stopped.
Because the figure that emerged was none other than—
Uchiha Madara.
"Looks like you're having fun,"
he said, tone calm yet brimming with arrogance.
Arms still folded, he smiled faintly, the world bending beneath his presence.
[Orochimaru]: "Finally… Uchiha Madara has entered the stage."
[Madara]: "Watch closely, little ones. I'll teach you… how to dance."
[Boruto]: "Pfft, show-off! Bet he couldn't beat Master Sasuke!"
[Madara]: "Sasuke?"
(He pauses, smirks coldly.)
[Madara]: "Ah, yes. My… selfie stick."
[Sasuke]: "Heh. Say that again and I'll show you who's holding the camera."
Sasuke puffed out his chest, convinced of his own hype.
At twelve years old, he'd already awakened the three-tomoe Sharingan—
surely he could take on some old man from history, right?
[Hashirama]: "Sasuke, I could teach you a jutsu that might help against him."
[Sasuke]: "Really?!"
[Sarada]: "Wait, Grandpa Hashirama's teaching Dad?!"
[Sasuke]: "Once I learn it, I'll take Madara's head myself!"
[Fugaku]: "Sasuke! Mind your tone with your ancestors!"
[Itachi]: "Sasuke. Respect, please."
[Boruto]: "That's why I love Master Sasuke—so cool and rebellious!"
Boruto's eyes sparkled.
His dad, in contrast, was too peaceful, too… "dad-like."
Sasuke was style.
[Darui]: "But seriously… is Madara really that strong?"
Madara sighed, glancing sideways at Obito as though disappointed in a stubborn apprentice.
Those insects in the distance—he didn't even consider them opponents.
"You defied Edo Tensei itself? Typical of you," Obito muttered.
"Enough talk," Madara replied, folding his arms again. "You took long enough."
The music swelled—ominous, ancient, grand.
This was no ordinary shinobi.
This was Uchiha Madara, legend and nightmare alike.
Just standing there, his aura crushed the air.
Even the new generation watching from afar could feel their hearts tremble.
[Sarada]: "Didn't they say Madara was weak?! Why does he look like death itself?"
[Iwabe]: "He's bluffing!"
[Boruto]: "Yeah! Master Sasuke could beat that guy easy!"
[Sasuke]: "Heh. Well said, my student. Once I feel like it…"
He covered his face with one hand, smirking—because looking cool came first.
Even the chat admitted—his pose was flawless.
Madara finally lifted the Gunbai.
"Enough chatter. I'll handle the beasts—Nine-Tails and Eight-Tails.
Obito, stall the others."
The audience scoffed.
The new generation had seen Naruto's power—
a complete Nine-Tails Jinchūriki, his strength at the Super Kage level.
And yet Madara wanted to take him alone?
[Sarada]: "What a disappointment. No way he's beating Lord Seventh!"
[Iwabe]: "Right? So arrogant!"
[Boruto]: "My dad's way above that fossil's league!"
[Hashirama]: "Madara… aren't you going to defend yourself?"
[Madara]: "Only the weak feel the need to explain themselves.
A story's beauty lies in tension—you'll understand when you see the finale."
[Hashirama]: "Madara, that sounds really deep. I… don't get it."
Madara only smirked.
Because soon enough, they would.
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