Those once-familiar faces had all lost their vitality, reduced to cold, lifeless shells.
Faced with such a horrific scene, Madara Uchiha's heart was filled with remorse and indignation.
He regretted choosing to leave the clan back then. If he had stayed by everyone's side, perhaps this irreparable situation would never have happened...
He could not accept standing by helplessly as his relatives suffered, while he himself could do nothing...
He regretted not realizing Hashirama and Tobirama's conspiracy sooner. He regretted trusting them too much, and regretted even more that he had lost sight of his original purpose for the sake of power.
However, despite struggling with all his might and letting out deafening roars of rage, it was all in vain.
That cruel reality was like a merciless giant beast, clamping down on him and refusing to let go. No matter how he resisted, it was useless.
He watched helplessly as his clansmen fell one after another into pools of blood, their once-familiar faces twisted by pain and terror.
Their cries and pleas for mercy intertwined, forming a lament so tragic it was almost unbearable.
And he, the powerful warrior who should have protected his clansmen, could only stand there dumbly like a puppet, powerless to endure it all.
At that moment, Madara Uchiha's heart seemed to tear into countless fragments.
Endless despair surged through him like a tide, drowning him completely, while blazing fury erupted from his chest like a volcano.
He gritted his teeth and clenched both hands into fists. His nails sank deep into his palms, and blood trickled down his fingers.
He raised his head and looked toward the distant Uchiha Clan Grounds.
He silently swore that no matter the price, even if he had to stake his life, he would make Tobirama and Hashirama, the