The blood-red setting sun stained the vast forest crimson, and even the air among the trees seemed steeped in the scent of blood. With the arrival of a single figure, the atmosphere gradually grew heavier.
"You... who are you?"
As she watched the figure draw closer, Sakura felt a terrifying pressure like an overturned sea flooding over her body and mind. Goosebumps rose all over her skin.
The Yin Seal on her forehead activated instinctively. The Chakra she had accumulated over time surged through her body like mighty rivers, yet it did not give her even the slightest sense of security.
Damn it!
Sakura clenched both fists. Under her monstrous strength, even the air gave off faint cracking sounds, but it clearly did not intimidate the armored man ahead.
"That outfit..."
Beneath the setting sun, the armored man finally stepped out of the forest's shadows. Arms folded across his chest, he stared in their direction without expression.
Yakushi Kabuto looked at the man's attire, and his brow twitched.
In this era, shinobi basically did not wear armor. Even those who did were elderly men, like Mifune.
In other words, was this man a shinobi from Mifune's era—or perhaps an even earlier one?
Yakushi Kabuto frowned deeply as he stared at the armored man's face, vaguely feeling that he had seen it somewhere before. Then, he noticed the man's eyes.
Because he had been brought back with the Impure World Reincarnation, his irises were the same grayish brown as the others'. Yet that clearly could not conceal the three pitch-black Tomoe within them.
The Sharingan?
Combined with that terrifying Chakra fluctuation and pressure...
Could it be...
"You... Uchiha Madara?!"
Sakura and Yakushi Kabuto cried out almost at the same time.
Uchiha Madara looked calmly at the two little ants and said,