"That was quite an unfriendly way to greet someone." The mysterious masked man spoke in a casual tone, yet it made Kisame Hoshigaki tense up.
Who was this person? A reinforcement shinobi from Kumogakure?
The Three Tomoe Sharingan beneath the mask slowly spun. Seeing that Kisame was merely on guard, he continued, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Uchiha Madara, a demon god who walks between life and death."
"Uchiha Madara?" Kisame chuckled, his guarded expression unchanged. "That joke isn't funny at all."
The masked man seemed unsurprised by his reaction. Extending a hand, he said, "Whether I am joking or not, you will understand in time. So, how about it? Would you consider joining my organization and creating a peaceful world with me?"
"It seems you not only like telling jokes, but your mind isn't quite right either. I suggest you go see a medical shinobi." Kisame mocked him, but did not attack. The other man felt unfathomable to him, and with his injuries already severe, he did not dare act rashly.
"The false world is always woven from lies. This world is filled with pain and helplessness. There is no trust between people; for all sorts of reasons, they slaughter one another. Where there are winners, there are bound to be losers. Shinobi fight brutally for their villages and their loved ones. Hatred breeds new hatred. This world has long been beyond saving.
Take you, for example. I know that, to prevent intelligence from leaking, you personally killed every member of your squad. That even included a woman who had feelings for you. I imagine you have never forgotten how that felt."
The masked man spoke in a deep voice, every bit the leader of a pyramid scheme.
Kisame's face, on the other hand, darkened in an