Night,
moon,
wasteland.
Two silent figures formed a freehand ink painting.
Those two were none other than Nagato and Madara.
They were combatants who had fought bitterly to realize the world heading toward permanent peace.
Their ideals were certainly the same, but the process of realizing those ideals held a serious conflict.
For Nagato to achieve world peace, he needed to take the tailed beasts that Madara required.
Uchiha Madara's world peace required Nagato to dedicate the tailed beasts and... his life.
The most crucial part was that neither of them wanted to rely on others; they only wanted to forge eternal peace with their own hands.
The deception and betrayal they had experienced were simply too much.
So much that they only believed in themselves.
"Something's wrong?"
Uchiha Madara suddenly stopped his charging pace, a look of suspicion flashing in his eyes. Just in that past fraction of a second, Nagato had become different.
Previously, there had indeed been a faint pressure, but not enough to cause a sense of sudden dread in Uchiha Madara's heart.
Nagato's scarlet, soft hair was casually draped over his shoulders, left to be blown about by the night breeze. His entire body was flowing with a unique charm, giving off a feeling of a deity descending, looking down on the mortal world.
Nagato's original personality was refined and gentle without much of his own will, and thus he lacked a strong oppressive force. Yet, matched with his current Six Paths Level strength, it immediately made anyone who saw him inevitably feel a sense of dread.
He radiated a terrifying and astonishingly captivating aura throughout his body, resembling a god or demon that ruled over the life and death of all living beings. His jade-white skin flowed with a faint luster, and the man