Madara Uchiha knew all too well about mental breakdowns.
After all, such breakdowns were extremely common within the Uchiha Clan. Even he had experienced one back then.
As for the reason... there was no need to mention it!
Now, both he and that idiot were dead, and so many years had passed in the ninja world.
He had lost!
But had that idiot really won?
What was the point of caring so much?
Besides, setting aside the facts, just by living longer than that idiot, didn't that mean he had won?
No!
"What do you mean, 'didn't that mean'? Obviously, this old man won, alright? That idiot didn't even manage to write a book!"
The shameless Madara directly declared himself the winner.
Then he looked around. At some point, everything had changed completely. The once-lively scene had vanished, and the entire virtual space had begun filling with a chaotic mess of colors.
All sorts of strange things were also falling from the sky. Anyone struck by them would immediately turn into a doll.
At this moment, everyone was fleeing.
As for the pirates and Marines who had originally come to stop him... exhaustion was now written across their faces. They were busy dodging the things falling through this space and had long since lost the strength to stop him.
Just then.
"What an exhilarating dance!" King of the Land of Grass appeared at his side with his wife and child, unable to stop himself from praising him. "As expected of the famed Dance King in Uchiha history!"
"Madara, it should be over now, right?" Hashirama Senju also stepped forward. Looking at Madara, who had taken off his shirt and revealed his muscular upper body, then at the monster, he said eagerly, "You've had enough fun. It should be my turn