Some people were born leaders. Blessed with tremendous luck and unique charisma, they drew heroes from every corner to serve them from the moment they were born.
Even former enemies would be won over by their bearing and magnanimity, willingly serving them.
"Such people seem to possess an invisible force from birth, one that dissolves hostility and turns weapons of war into jade and silk. Their leadership lies not only in their wisdom and strategy, but also in their vision and perspective that transcend personal interests."
Uchiha Madara spoke expressionlessly, his gaze slowly following Hashirama Senju's movements. Only when the ninja army collided with the Ten-Tails Clones did he slowly withdraw his eyes.
The moment he had let Hashirama leave, he had already prepared himself for the Ninja Allied Forces to be rallied together once more.
And an allied force that had regained its fighting spirit would inevitably obstruct the Eye of the Moon Plan.
"The Eye of the Moon Plan..."
Uchiha Madara folded his arms across his chest, his crimson armor rattling in the wind.
He raised his head and stared at Obito and Senju Tobirama, locked in fierce battle above the Ten-Tails. In a daze, decades of planning flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.
The years spent sitting in the cave, wasting away. The stubborn deciphering before the stone tablet. The countless times he had felt the cold shell of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path in the darkness. The countless times he had imagined mocking Hashirama after the plan succeeded.
But now—Crunch! Crunch! A crisp chewing sound suddenly interrupted Madara's thoughts.
He quickly hid the disappointment in his eyes, turning to look at Uchiha Asuka, who was eating beside him. Then he glanced at the trash scattered all over the ground and frowned. "You've