The Asura of the Shinobi World and the God of Shinobi

The explosions rang out, blasting the ninjas from the Mist Division and Cloud Division camps into pieces. Wreckage littered the battlefield.

Amid it all, Madara stood where he was, his tall figure especially conspicuous.

His arms were tightly crossed over his chest, as though the entire world lay within his grasp. His face was as expressionless as a sculpture, his icy gaze sweeping over everything around him.

He thought to himself, Since these people dared to attack the Rock District, they must pay a heavy price!

Especially that bastard wreaking havoc in the sky. He had beaten Izuna so badly that he was hospitalized. Such behavior was simply unforgivable!

Just then, Ōtsutsuki Isshiki's gaze happened to fall upon Madara.

He noticed Madara's unusual bearing and powerful presence, and could not help frowning slightly. Ōtsutsuki Isshiki secretly marveled, Among these seemingly insignificant insects, there is actually one who can barely be called a "human."

"Madara!!! It's actually Madara!!! He was the God of Shinobi from the Warring States Period, a notorious butcher!"

"Mom, I really don't want to fight anymore! I'm so scared, but my body is completely beyond my control! Help! Lord God of Shinobi, please show mercy and spare me! I was forced to do this!"

"It's over, it's over! We're afraid we won't escape disaster today!" The ninjas of the Cloud Division and Mist Division were terrified, their wails echoing across the battlefield as if the end of the world had arrived.

They knew perfectly well what they were doing, yet they could not make their bodies stop. It felt as if they were being controlled by some overwhelming force, utterly helpless.

Yet Madara could not even be bothered to spare these small fry a glance, despite their desperate pleas.

In his eyes, they were nothing more than