That Ass of Yours Has Really Been Through Hell Because of You

The farcical war came to an end in a strange fashion. Though the Kumogakure ninjas were unwilling to accept it, they could only obey their leader's orders, silently lower their weapons, and begin regrouping.

The remaining Iwagakure ninjas had yet to receive an order to withdraw. They could only stand there in a staring contest, unsure whether to keep holding their weapons or put them away.

"First Senior Brother! Second Senior Brother!"

Hee rushed up to the Gin-Kin Brothers, looking at his two battered elder brothers with a face full of guilt. He practically wanted to pull out a Kunai and stab himself as punishment.

"Hee, wipe that cowardly look off your face."

Kinkaku's expression darkened. He raised his hand and slapped Hee, instantly swelling his large face.

"You are the Fourth Ninja World War!"

"Can someone like me... still be worthy of becoming the Fourth Ninja World War?"

Hee covered his red, swollen face, looking thoroughly dejected.

"If one setback is enough to knock you down, then my brother and I truly misjudged you."

Ginkaku gently shook his head. He had always held great expectations for his junior brother Hee.

The brothers had already passed their prime. Their strength was dwindling by the day, and eventually, they would fall before the wheels of history, ruthlessly smashed onto the beach by the younger generation.

Kumogakure's future was destined to rest in Hee's hands. They no longer had the time to train another equally outstanding successor.

"Enough. I know what you're upset about."

After glaring at his dejected junior brother, Kinkaku turned toward Uchiha Madara, who stood not far behind them, and spoke with a sigh.

"You need not blame yourself for losing to him."

Sensing someone watching him, Uchiha Madara immediately turned his head. His eyes met Kinkaku's, then shifted