An Exceptionally Low-Key Funeral

December 21st, early morning.

Uchiha Madara silently passed away.

The only people in the Land of Ninja who knew about it were the four members of Team One and the three people present at the time.

His funeral was held by the Naka River, where the Uchiha Clan had lived for generations.

Kurama, now fully separated from Mito's body, could understand the state of the seven red-eyed people before him.

When the Sage of Six Paths had left, he had felt the same way.

"Madara's final words..." Reanimated Hashirama looked toward Shin, who was using his eye technique. "He hoped that this universe—or at least this planet—could remain peaceful forever."

"It will." Shin bent toward Madara's body and gave a deep bow.

This day of parting would eventually come.

The eye technique he had cast was not some restriction that would automatically destroy itself once discovered.

It combined Takama-ga-hara and Magatsukami into an eye technique known as "Protection."

To reach these spatial coordinates, others not only needed to possess his eyes, but also pass a long string of password verifications.

"It's over." Tobirama, whose Impure World Reincarnation had been improved, formed a seal with one hand and faced the others.

"Young man, I too hope this hard-won peace can endure forever."

As his body gradually crumbled, he turned his gaze toward his elder brother Hashirama. "Big Brother, Sister-in-law, I'll be going first."

His translucent soul body turned into a streak of white light and shot into the night sky.

Amid the drifting ashes lay a corpse missing an arm, its entire body covered in stitch marks.

"Rest in peace..."

With their hands pressed together, the six of them completely cremated the corpse Black Zetsu had modified.

"Children." Extremely weak, Mito could barely remain standing with Hashirama supporting her. "Your lives