The Rinnegan mere inches away gleamed with brilliant violet light beneath the fluorescent lamps. Seeing someone else's Rinnegan with his own eyes, Madara finally let down his guard.
The future of the Shinobi World no longer needed his concern.
He could safely entrust Izuna's wish to himself, no longer limiting it to a single clan or surname, but extending it to safeguarding peace throughout the Shinobi World.
The emergence of the Otsutsuki Clan had shown Madara a far broader sky.
His gaze had already expanded beyond the small pond of the Shinobi World, toward the boundless, desolate starfields and the unreachable far side of deep space.
Uchiha Madara was waiting for it. I came, I saw, I conquered. He would destroy the Otsutsuki Clan's God Tree plan, ensuring they would never again extend their black hands toward the Shinobi World.
Madara did not know exactly how one consumed a Chakra Fruit, but broadly speaking, it should be no different from a Jinchuriki—bringing chakra into one's body and making it one's own.
Rikusei greatly approved of that bold declaration of devouring heaven and earth, and took the initiative to brew his teacher a cup of tea.
Uchiha Madara should have kept that drive, rather than denying himself and falling into confusion and doubt over the ideals he had once firmly believed in after having his heart ripped out.
The Enlightenment Tea entered his mouth with a clear, refreshing taste. Rikusei watched the Rinnegan reflected in the rippling water and chuckled as he delivered the conclusion: "If the enemy can go, then so can I!"
"That's right. If the enemy can go, then so can I!" Madara drained his cup in one gulp, confidence gleaming in his eyes. "Hmm, Hashirama should come too. Otherwise, having the power to create a world yet