Pale moonlight shone into every corner, turning the earth silver-white.
Under the moonlight, the blood-soaked land looked even fouler and darker, filling one with extreme discomfort from the inside out.
Tens of thousands of ninja had died on the battlefield, and countless severed limbs lay scattered everywhere. The air was thick with the stench of blood. Not even during the Warring States Period had there ever been such a brutal scene. "Although wars broke out less frequently than during the Warring States Period, their cruelty has not diminished in the slightest. Instead, it has only grown worse." Hashirama Senju watched the Five Kage leave the center of the battlefield, his mood growing ever heavier.
His gaze passed over each fallen ninja before finally settling on Uchiha Madara.
Hashirama Senju had never witnessed such a scene while he was alive, but after his death, it had occurred no fewer than four times.
Aside from the Fourth Shinobi World War, which Uchiha Madara had started, each of the first three Ninja World Wars had been caused by the word "interests," leading the villages into endless disputes and mutual conquest.
"Heh."
A bitter smile tugged at Hashirama's lips before he quickly concealed it perfectly.
The most important thing now was to find a way to end the war, not ponder how to prevent the next Ninja World War.
At that moment, Uchiha Madara also came back to his senses. Looking at Hashirama Senju, who stood there lost in thought, excitement entered his voice. "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Ha—"
Before he could finish, Hashirama Senju interrupted him again.
"Wait a moment!"
Uchiha Madara's body stiffened, and his rising aura instantly froze.
He stared at Hashirama for a long while, the muscles in his face twitching violently before he roared,