The Irreparable Bond Between the Nine-Tails and Uchiha Madara

There had once been a legend in the Ninja World: with his sincere goodwill, Hashirama Senju, the God of Shinobi, had deeply moved the ninja leaders of the other great nations, ended the thousand-year chaos of the Warring States Period, and ushered in a new era for ninja.

But legends were legends precisely because they had been heavily embellished, presenting a version of events that everyone could happily accept.

Only those who had attended that meeting knew that without the cold figure standing atop the towering Tengu Giant, effortlessly suppressing the infamous Tailed Beasts with a lift of his hand, they would never have agreed to the peace proposal of the Five Kage Summit.

Uchiha Madara.

Darkness of the Ninja World.

A nightmare hanging over every genius of that era. If you claimed you had never been beaten by Uchiha Madara, you would be too embarrassed to accept an s-rank mission.

"Isn't... isn't he dead?"

An elderly Kumogakure ninja over fifty, one who had lived through that chaotic age, trembled all over as he dropped the kunai in his hand. His legs gave out beneath him, and he collapsed to the ground, his widened eyes filled with bottomless terror.

"Darkness of the Ninja World! It's the Darkness of the Ninja World! Run!"

Among Iwagakure's forces, a middle-aged ninja with one arm missing clutched his aching wound tightly. His quiet muttering gradually turned into a terrified roar, leaving the young people around him utterly bewildered.

Most of those young people had been born in peacetime. By then, Uchiha Madara had already risen to a high position and had moderated his methods considerably, so it was understandable that they did not know the cruelty of the Darkness of the Ninja World.

"Uchiha Madara?"

Kinkaku slowly turned his head, his sinister gaze