Newborn sat atop a colorful branch.
No one dared to come up and challenge him anymore.
He was far stronger than any of them.
Just then.
He sensed something trying to tug at his soul, but the feeling was faint, and he could easily disperse it.
He was merely curious who was summoning him.
Following the pull of the summoning force, he slowly closed his eyes.
His consciousness detached from his body.
He could feel two realms representing life and death emerge, as though they were about to drag him into the Land of the Dead.
Yet the expected pull into the Land of the Dead never came.
Instead, he arrived in the space between life and death.
"The space between two realms?"
Newborn raised his head and looked ahead. An old man clad entirely in white stood there, wearing a white robe as flames burned across his body, constantly eating away at him.
The instant he saw the old man's condition, he knew the man did not have long to live.
"Do you understand the power of Uchiha, rat?"
A cold voice came from beside him, yet it felt strangely familiar.
It was as though he had heard that voice time and time again in distant memories long forgotten.
"Hashirama Senju?" Madara Uchiha frowned at the man who had appeared beside him. The other man's aura seemed to have changed somewhat.
Aside from his appearance, he was fundamentally different from Hashirama Senju.
"You have come, my children."
The Sage of Six Paths looked at the two with a smile.
Only then did Madara Uchiha shift his gaze to him.
"An old relic already washed away by history. Did you summon us here because you want to die?"
He was merely the Sage of Six Paths.
Madara Uchiha might once