The Failed Five Kage Summit

"Have a safe journey!" Uchiha Chen calmly pulled the Flowing Light Starfall Blade from his hand, then sighed softly. "May there be no wars in heaven, and no Black Zetsu."

Madara Uchiha, a peerless hero of his age, had spent his entire life scheming, only to be outschemed by Black Zetsu and set on a path that was doomed to fail. He hadn't even understood how foolish and laughable his actions were until the day he died.

Chen hadn't relieved Madara of the confusion in his heart. This poor, frail old man had become a demon, yet his heart still yearned for peace throughout the world and still pitied all living things.

Perhaps his methods had been wrong, and the masses hadn't understood him, but that was no reason to condemn him outright. What people called justice and evil had always been written by the victors.

What was absolute justice or absolute evil, anyway? Perhaps many people felt that Madara was just a villain, the very embodiment of evil.

But to Madara, weren't the people trying to obstruct him and the cause of world peace villains, too? Weren't they the very embodiment of evil?

Justice and evil could never be summed up in a simple phrase.

Perhaps Madara had never imagined that this day would come for him. Chen mocked himself silently.

No matter how powerful you were in life, no matter how you shook the world—even if you could move mountains and seas, tread on the heavens and awe the earth, and rule the ages—after death, you were nothing more than a mound of dirt.

Thinking of this, Chen couldn't help but feel deeply moved. In this situation, what would he do? What would happen if he, too, faced such a day?

Without realizing it, Chen found himself striving