Silence!
Absolute silence!
Across the chaotic battlefield, a sudden stillness fell.
Every gaze converged on a single figure.
That person possessed scattered white hair, an aged face, and a lean frame, appearing entirely like a frail little old man whom a casual shove could scatter into pieces. Yet, his body radiated a daunting and intimidating presence.
Beneath messy white eyebrows lay a pair of ruby-bright, glowing, yet bizarrely deep eyes. The three-foot rusty sword in his hand exuded a chilling murderous intent that made everyone feel as though needles were pricking their skin, causing immense discomfort.
With his appearance, all fighting on the battlefield paused briefly, purely because his arrival would inevitably completely overturn the current layout of the situation.
"Madara! To think you actually dug up the grave of Setsuna Uchiha as well."
With his spiked white hair and blue armor plates over his shoulders, Tobirama Senju looked solemnly at the newly reincarnated Setsuna Uchiha, cold sweat involuntarily beading on his forehead.
Having been slashed by him with a blade right at the gates of Konoha Village, Tobirama naturally knew the terrifying strength of the newcomer.
"Hahaha!"
"Didn't you learn this from me?"
"Don't forget, the Impure World Reincarnation is a forbidden art you developed yourself," Black Zetsu said in a hoarse, sinister voice while possessing Kabuto Yakushi, mocking Tobirama with those words.
"Look at that!"
"I told you, Tobirama, you should just ban everything except Water Release ninjutsu."
"Don't spend all day researching this and that."
"You wouldn't listen back then, and now look: we're dead, and the jutsu you left behind is about to cause such a huge mess." Hashirama Senju clutched his forehead and complained as he looked at Tobirama's face.
Tobirama: "Shut up."
Hashirama: "(⊙o⊙)..."
Tobirama: "If I hadn't developed a few ninjutsu, I would