The Past and Naruto's Return

Madara's right half swayed, but he supported himself with his remaining right arm.

His Rinnegan reflected Guy's motionless form lying facedown on the ground, its purple-black rings slowly turning. The left half of his body was regenerating at a visible speed—new bones grew from the severed cross-section, new muscle covered the bones, and new skin healed over the muscle. The nearly endless vitality of the Ten-Tails surged through him like an underground river that had been temporarily dammed but never run dry.

"Might Guy." Madara's voice was hoarse and broken, like the sound from a radio on the verge of dying. He looked down at the regenerating left side of his body, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. "Your Night Guy... shattered half my body. You are the first person to accomplish such a thing."

He raised his head, and the glow of his Rinnegan steadied once more. Those purple-black rings began spinning faster as the power of the Six Paths completed another cycle within him.

"But this is as far as you go."

Madara slowly raised his right hand.

Behind him, the Truth-Seeking Orbs that had shattered beneath Night Guy's impact began to gather again. Seven black spheres emerged from the void one after another, forming a black, rotating ring behind his back. Each Truth-Seeking Orb radiated a dim, abyssal light—the power of the Sage of Six Paths, capable of nullifying all ninjutsu.

Madara pointed toward where Guy lay.

"Your Chakra has already burned out." Madara's voice fell from above, cold and calm, as though he were merely stating an indisputable fact. "Your body now is nothing more than a corpse that still breathes. Your heart is still beating, but it could stop at any moment. Like—"

He paused.

"—like a dead leaf drifting down, about to become