"Do you know who we are?" the gill-faced man said.
"This is our first time meeting. How could I possibly know who you are?" Uchiha Madara said with a smile.
"You dare block our path without even knowing our identities? Do you know how to write the word 'death'?" the gill-faced man said.
"I do." Uchiha Madara said, "So as long as you put down the people in those sacks, you can take whatever valuables you have with you. That way, I can let you off this once. I don't particularly want to meddle in other people's business either."
"And if we refuse?" the gill-faced man said.
Uchiha Madara merely smiled without speaking. As the gill-faced man stared into his eyes, he suddenly realized that those once-clear eyes had turned blood-red, filled with intricate black patterns.
The gill-faced man could not believe the change in the man before him. Why had his eyes suddenly turned blood-red? When he turned to look around, he discovered that it was not only the man's eyes—everything around him had turned blood-red.
The gill-faced man looked up at the moon. The bright, pristine moon that had once cast white moonlight had become blood-red, bearing a pattern in its center identical to the one in the man's eyes.
The gill-faced man suddenly found that he could no longer move his body at all. As he tried to call for help from those beside him, his four companions slowly approached with their heads lowered.
"Kill him! Everything was caused by that man! If you kill him, everything will return to normal!" the gill-faced man shouted at his four approaching companions.
The four slowly walked up to the gill-faced man and gradually raised their heads. What he saw next filled him with utter despair. His four companions wore