I Gave Them Far Too Much

His whole body was trembling violently. Although he had stopped attacking, the phantom pain preserved in his cellular memory remained. Under the force of inertia, he still could not react for the moment.

More accurately, when his body looked at Mimi, it instinctively associated her with pain.

It warned its master to flee as soon as possible.

It hurt too much.

Madara's mind was a muddle as he struggled to think.

"Do you still know who you are?" Mimi asked.

"Of course!" Madara answered in a murmur. "I am Hashirama."

"Is that so?" Mimi asked. "Then do you still know who I am?"

"Insect Princess." Madara suddenly raised his head and stared fixedly at Mimi. "You evil woman who destroyed the Shinobi World! You are the enemy!"

He struggled to attack, but spat blood and collapsed.

Even now, did he still believe he was the righteous savior?

What an incredibly deep obsession.

"To a certain extent, what I'm doing is indeed destroying the Shinobi World," Mimi said. "But I'm also reshaping the world. As my precious garden, I've let you people run wild for far too long. That was a mistake, and it must be corrected."

Mimi was not speaking only to Madara.

In a distant place, through Madara's eyes, the horned old man gazed at Mimi.

"But it really is laughable."

"Every one of you is so full of yourselves."

"Utterly foolish." Mimi coaxed him patiently. "Looking at that stupid face of yours inevitably reminds me of two idiots from long ago."

"Those brothers." After a slight pause, Mimi said coldly, "They placed their hopes in people understanding one another, using Chakra to connect everyone's hearts and forge a peaceful world without harm."

"What a laughably naive idea."

"Human nature is evil. If others could pry into their inner