Tengai Shinsei!!!

"Those few over there... don't look like fodder."

He was referring to the figures approaching from the rear—the Kazekage, Gaara, and the Tsuchikage, Ōnoki, hovering in midair.

The corner of Madara's mouth curled upward slightly as scarlet light began to emerge within his black pupils.

His Three-Tomoe Sharingan slowly spun.

"Finally, a few who are worth looking at."

He drew his hands from his armor, interlaced his fingers, and flexed his wrists. His joints cracked crisply.

"Then—"

Madara stepped forward, walking toward the Allied Shinobi Forces' formation. His pace was neither fast nor slow, as leisurely as a stroll through a garden, yet every footfall struck the ground like a war drum, pounding against the hearts of every Allied Shinobi Forces ninja.

"It's time to show you..."

His Sharingan spun faster and faster, the three tomoe merging into the pattern of the Mangekyō Sharingan.

"What true despair means."

Dust churned behind him, and the pale sunlight stretched his shadow long. His red armor was like a banner upon the battlefield, and wherever that banner went, the Allied Shinobi Forces retreated like a receding tide.

It was not because they lacked courage.

It was because what stood before them was not a man.

It was a legend.

It was Uchiha Madara.

In the distance, Gaara's sand had already begun constructing a defensive line before the Allied Shinobi Forces, while Ōnoki hovered in the air, his aged face filled with grim solemnity. Their gazes fell upon the figure emerging from the dust, upon the cracks of Impure World Reincarnation, and upon those pupils that had evolved into the Mangekyō Sharingan.

"He's here," Ōnoki said in a low voice. "That man from legend."

Gaara did not answer. His sand formed a thick barrier before him, but his eyes told everyone—the barrier could not