"Pulling so many people in at once really is a bit taxing!" Madara rubbed his throbbing head, a trace of exhaustion flashing between his brows. As he watched the academy disciples around him whispering in confusion after being dragged into the illusion world, the weariness vanished without a trace, replaced by faint excitement.
Madara and the Ninjutsu Sect members were currently within Madara's Tsukuyomi world. It still had that familiar blood-red palette, with the Sharingan hanging high in the sky like a moon, casting a crimson glow that tinted even the air with a faint shade of red.
Madara clapped his hands hard several times, and the murmurs below immediately fell silent. Pair after pair of eyes looked toward their sect master with immense reverence.
Madara nodded in satisfaction at the disciples below, who could almost be said to obey every command without hesitation. Clearing his throat, he said, "In the future, you will definitely face incomparably powerful enemies—perhaps even Titled Douluo! That is why I am giving you special training, so that you will not panic when the time comes!"
"Understood!" The young Soul Masters shouted in perfect unison, their voices grand and imposing.
"Then let us begin!" A sharp gleam flashed repeatedly in Madara's eyes. He slowly raised his foot and took the first step, then his pace toward the sea of disciples grew faster and faster. In the end, he was charging forward in huge strides.
Every step Madara took on the blood-red lake sent crimson ripples spreading outward. Behind the lone charging Madara, it seemed as though a blood-red beast as massive as a mountain was charging forward with unstoppable force, ready to crush the tiny figures before it.
Madara's aura and killing intent seemed to merge with the phantom of the blood-red beast behind him