The war had come to an end. After a century of pent-up grievances between the Main Family and the Branch Family had erupted in full, they were finally put to rest.
Although the one who had settled this long-standing feud was an outsider.
Uchiha Madara.
But it didn't matter. Otsutsuki Souritsu had seen this coming and made preparations at home well in advance. Madara was one of their own.
His head throbbed over the cleanup. The countless Byakugan floating out of the Tenseigan all had to be returned to their rightful owners.
Their owners could be identified from the chakra lingering in the air, but the shortage of medical ninjas was a serious problem.
The land had been left in ruins by the flames of war, but the light of Medical Ninjutsu drove away the rusty smell of blood and fire hanging in the air.
After glancing at the unconscious Tokai, Souritsu decided to press their advantage and pursue the Branch Family to their clan grounds. Everyone involved would be punished according to the family laws and regulations.
The scroll had returned to Rikusei. He didn't know what to make of the situation, either. This was Otsutsuki family business, after all. It was better to let the Main Family, which championed peace, take charge than to let those overconfident lunatics have their way.
Two Uchiha sat on a flat rock, admiring the bright moon. It was a rare sight in the Shinobi World.
Footsteps sounded behind them. Rikusei shifted his gaze to the man walking toward them.
Their victory over their own kin brought no joy; instead, it left them unsettled. With an apologetic look, Souritsu laid out his plan to press their advantage in full.
"We haven't had a proper chance to see how this world differs from the