"He sacrificed his own life to wake you up, all so you and your people could live well. But what about you?! All you care about now are your own feelings. A selfish idiot like you would be better off dead! Just looking at you is infuriating!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Uchiha Madara kicked Dende flying.
Dende's body shot away like a cannonball, carving a trench dozens of meters long across the ground. He curled up, both hands clutched tightly over his agonizing abdomen, groaning without stop.
"Senior, I..."
Everyone stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the two of them. At that moment, none of them knew what to do.
"Are you a little clearer-headed now? If you still can't come to your senses, I'll finish you off right now and send you to the Hall of the King of Hell to join your family."
Uchiha Madara spoke in an icy, indifferent tone.
At last, Dende spoke.
"Everyone, I'm sorry!"
Dende forced those words out of his throat in a hysterical roar!
Having come to his senses, Dende decided to inherit the Great Elder's will and help everyone overcome this crisis.
Without chanting any incantation, strange phenomena appeared in the sky. A colossal Divine Dragon descended from above and appeared before them.
It was their only hope at that moment—the Porunga Divine Dragon!
"Summoner, state your wish!"
The Divine Dragon descended and looked down at the crowd. When it spoke, its voice boomed like thunder.
"Lord Divine Dragon, please restore that human and return his mind to normal."
Dende pointed toward Uchiha Hiko's faintly visible figure in the distant sky as he spoke.
The Divine Dragon did not immediately agree. Instead, it turned and stared in the direction Dende had pointed. Yet, to everyone's astonishment, even the