Some people were born leaders. With immense luck and unique personal charisma, they attracted heroes from all walks of life from the moment they were born, inspiring them to serve.
Even former enemies would be won over by their bearing and magnanimity, willingly choosing to serve them.
"These people seem to be born with an invisible power, capable of dissolving hostility and turning weapons of war into jade and silk. Their leadership charm lies not only in their wisdom and strategy, but in a vision and perspective that transcends 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 allowed Hashirama to leave, he had already prepared himself for the Ninja Allied Forces to regroup.
And once the Allied Forces regained their fighting spirit, they would inevitably hinder the Eye of the Moon Plan.
"The Eye of the Moon Plan..."
Uchiha Madara crossed his arms, his crimson armor rustling in the wind.
He raised his head and stared at Obito and Senju Tobirama, who were fiercely battling above the Ten-Tails. In a daze, decades of planning flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.
The years spent sitting alone in the cave, the obsessive 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!!
Suddenly, a string of crisp chewing sounds interrupted Madara's thoughts.
He swiftly concealed the disappointment in his eyes, then turned to look at Uchiha Asuka, who was eating nearby. Glancing at the trash scattered all over the ground, he frowned. "You've been eating