The wind died, and the water stilled.
A vast black abyss had opened where the two forces met. Flames crackled across burning rock, telling the story of everything it had endured.
Kamizuki walked slowly toward Madara Uchiha. His clothes were burning, exposing skin covered in wounds both old and new. The scar where the Third Raikage had pierced his chest was faintly visible.
From beginning to end, none of his attacks had made Madara Uchiha budge an inch.
How could anyone be this strong?
Time had left no mark on that unyielding will.
What kind of life could forge such a terrifying demon?
And someone like him had actually failed in the end?
I can't make sense of it at all!!
Kamizuki thought highly of himself and regarded everyone else as a fragile glass ornament. Yet he couldn't help but admire the strength Madara Uchiha had shown.
"You... are far too strong!!"
A flash of undisguised greed crossed his eyes.
Yes... you're the best one!
Aside from the minor reasons he'd mentioned earlier...
Kamizuki's greatest reason for staying was to take Madara Uchiha's heart!
There can't be... a Fire Style user stronger than Madara Uchiha!
For my "All Things"...
Offer up your heart!!
I've won!!
His eyes, brimming with murderous intent, met a gaze as still as Mirror Lake.
You...
As Kamizuki drew closer, Madara Uchiha's black robe stirred, and White Zetsu poked his head out of a sleeve.
"Lord Kamizuki!"
"You know, don't you? If Lord Madara weren't worried about your life, he could have killed you before my Chakra ran out! Easily!!"
"You can't! At least, you shouldn't—"
White Zetsu's voice cut off as Madara Uchiha tore his rolled-up body away and flung him into the distance.
"Hold back?"
Madara snorted and looked calmly at Kamizuki. "Don't