"We..."
"Did we win?"
Amid the devastated battlefield, the Third Hokage looked at the countless White Zetsu lying dead on the ground before him and could not help taking a deep breath. As his gaze fell upon the First and the other powerful fighters, the Third Hokage's eyes narrowed slightly. He truly found it hard to imagine that, with the combined forces of the First, the Third Raikage, the Third Kazekage, and others, seizing a single item in the Land of Waves had been so difficult. Even under the First's leadership, they had nearly suffered casualties.
In that instant, recalling Uchiha Yue's terrifying strength, the Third Hokage let out another deep sigh. He realized that the Shinobi World had truly become incomparably chaotic. The once-mighty Kage-level experts now seemed scarcely better than pigs and dogs.
After sighing, the Third Hokage slowly approached the First, his gaze settling on the item in the First's hand.
What was it?
Put simply, it was just a mask.
Yet for some reason, merely looking at the Death God Mask made the Third Hokage shudder. Especially when he noticed that the First seemed intent on putting on that evil mask, the Third Hokage frowned and stepped directly in front of him. "I think... it would be better not to wear that mask, Lord First."
"Hiruzen, I feel the same way. Unfortunately, I can no longer control my body."
Facing the Third Hokage, the First gave a desolate smile. "Hiruzen, you should not have followed in my footsteps, because I am no longer in control of myself. I am merely someone else's puppet, just like Madara. So leave quickly. Once I put on the Death God Mask, I will no longer be myself. Even I cannot imagine what I might do then. But remember one thing,