Uchiha Madara's spirits soared as he swam desperately toward the shore. From afar, he saw Goten lying face-down on the island. Startled, he shouted, "Goten, Goten! How are you?!"
But Goten did not respond.
Uchiha Madara knew that Goten had likely run into real trouble. If he did not hurry...
At this moment, his strength was already nearing complete exhaustion, and he barely had any power left to paddle. Only his fiercely burning determination and his desire to save Goten supported him as he slowly moved his arms through the water, inch by inch, toward that island...
But he really... had no strength left at all!
Uchiha Madara turned back, and suddenly, his gaze fell upon the plank that had saved him through the entire night...
Without it, Uchiha Madara might have died in these waters last night. But now that he knew the island was so close, he had to give it everything he had and try one last time!
Although this plank had protected Uchiha Madara and saved his life amid the raging winds and waves, now, when he was so close to his destination, it was hindering him from overcoming the water's resistance and swimming toward the island...
Uchiha Madara pulled back his hand and shoved the plank away with all his strength. Using the recoil from that push, he turned around and swam desperately toward the island.
Five hundred meters... four hundred meters... three hundred meters...
Two hundred meters... one hundred meters...
When he was only about a hundred meters from shore, Uchiha Madara's body could no longer hold on and went completely limp!
But his feet seemed to touch... the ground?
Yes, it was a sandbank. The beach extended out into the sea, and its slope was not very steep. Even at a distance of