Becoming the Tyrant of the World

On Satoru's back.

On the way to Mount Myōboku, Madara stood with his arms folded, looking down at the beautiful mountains and rivers below.

Satoru flew extremely fast. To the naked eye, he was merely a streak of white light tearing across the sky. With Kisame's ordinary eyes, he could not make out anything below at all.

But Madara's Rinnegan clearly saw everything.

Madara committed it all to memory.

Soon enough, all material things in reality would become irrelevant. Everyone would enter an eternal Sweet Dream World, sweet beyond measure.

Madara's right eyelid suddenly twitched, and an ominous premonition rose within him, as though someone had blown up his ancestor's grave.

He was puzzled. Could someone with the Rinnegan still have bad luck?

What a joke!

Ryobu was getting a little hungry, so he notified Fried Rice over at Hozuki Castle to prepare the food, seal it in scrolls, and summon it here.

At that moment, he, Cai Lai, and Candy were eating hotpot and singing songs.

Fish Ball wanted fish, but he could not find any, so he sliced off a bit of meat from his own little Samehada.

Once it was cooked, it actually tasted pretty good.

The large Samehada on Kisame's back trembled violently. Not human—none of these guys were human.

It was actually right. Fish Ball was a cat, not a human, so he would not do human things.

The smell made everyone miserable.

Not because it smelled bad, but because it smelled too good—so good it was maddening.

They had actually brought hotpot onto Satoru's back. Beef, lamb, and all sorts of meat were thrown into the pot, their rich aroma mingling with the scent of peppers and spreading in every direction.

Other than Madara, who could replenish himself through the Demonic Statue of the