The Mere Gravel

Perched on the Black Iron God's Seat, she looked down at Madara in the dust.

Mimi said, "I'll be taking those eyes of yours. I'll find a beautiful glass jar and decorate it properly."

She was far too dangerous, and far too evil!

No matter what, she had to be stopped!

The living beings of the earth could not be allowed to fall under Mama's terrifying rule once more!

They had finally made it this far.

Suddenly, Madara opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. The attack began again. His entire body pitched forward awkwardly and crashed to the ground. He lay prone, twitching faintly, while a large pool of blood spread beneath him, staining the surrounding ground scarlet. It was all blood flowing from Madara.

The amount of bleeding was immense.

The Sage of Six Paths watched this scene, unwilling to accept it.

Madara!

He could no longer stop her.

But—

Don't stop!

Madara!

Get up!

Fight!

At this point, the Sage of Six Paths could only cheer him on.

But—

"Urgh!"

Madara convulsed and vomited another large mouthful of blood.

The Sage of Six Paths' expression darkened.

Madara had already lost.

He had been utterly defeated.

Although the Sage of Six Paths believed that the power of the heart could transcend everything,

in the material world, the development of events would not change direction just because the heart cried out.

Madara could no longer stand, while I can't do anything.

What should I do?

What else can I do?

No, there is still something I can do.

As long as Madara dies, Indra's Chakra will reincarnate, and Asura's Chakra will reincarnate as well. I can find those two brothers and guide them to defeat Mama once more!

Until then, I can only endure in silence.