The Power of Madara's Eyes

The exit to the Kamui Space tore open a massive gash in the sky.

It was not the slow, ripple-like distortion from before—it happened violently, abruptly, as though someone had ripped it open from within by brute force. A black fissure split outward from the center, purple-black Chakra flames flickering along its edges, making the entire sky seem like a wound torn open by an invisible hand.

Madara stepped out of the rift.

His body floated in midair, his two Rinnegan slowly turning within their sockets, the six tomoe revolving in their purple pupils like two precision instruments running at full speed. In his left hand, he carried something—a person. Obito. Obito hung from Madara's grasp like a rag doll, both eye sockets hollow. Blood seeped from those empty cavities, trickling down his cheeks and turning into dark-red droplets in midair.

Madara's gaze swept across the battlefield, from left to right, near to far. He saw Naruto and Sasuke, Kakashi and Sakura, and the Shinobi Allied Forces still struggling amid the ruins.

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

"Sasuke! Kakashi-sensei! Naruto!" Sakura's voice rose from the ground. Her hands had already moved away from Kakashi's eye socket—Naruto's Six Paths Yang Power had completed all the necessary work. Within Kakashi's left eye socket, an ordinary black eye—one that belonged to him—was slowly adjusting its focus.

Sakura rose to her feet and stood to Naruto's left.

Kakashi got up and stood to Naruto's right.

Sasuke stood behind Naruto, his Rinnegan locked onto Madara in the sky. The six tomoe slowly revolved within that eye, never leaving their target for even an instant.

Team 7.

The four of them stood exactly as they had at the Konoha training ground all those years ago. Naruto in front, Sasuke behind and to the right,