After learning that his greatest trump card had been crippled, Madara was consumed by rage, yet had nowhere to vent it. He knew that the root cause of all this was that brat from the Senju Clan. Even if he killed everyone before him now, it would be useless. Besides, his current temporary state placed an enormous burden on his body and could not be maintained for long. If the fight continued, it was anyone's guess who would kill whom.
Ever since encountering Nawaki, this stifling sense of frustration with nowhere to release it had often haunted Madara. It had been the same when he was pursued by the Hashirama brothers, and it was the same now! Though Nawaki had never directly clashed with them over the past decade or so, he had always targeted them from the shadows. Every strike hit where it hurt most, yet he kept himself so thoroughly protected that he left no opening whatsoever. He had truly exploited the advantages of his authority to the utmost.
This overwhelming advantage in the greater situation was something not only Madara, but even Black Zetsu, who had lived for who knew how many years, had encountered for the first time! Both of them now deeply regretted arrogantly exposing their existence to the entire Shinobi World. Though they had successfully confirmed their suspicions that the Hashirama brothers had been revived, they had not recovered the loss of the Rinnegan. Instead, they had been forced into a passive position at every turn! Now, they could only hope that Obito, this new successor, would make good use of his unknown advantages to hide in the shadows and accumulate strength, eventually turning the tables on Nawaki in the future.
While Madara and Black Zetsu were each brooding over their complicated thoughts, the