(Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! I have a few things to say at the end, if you'd like to read them.)
The next day, in Night City.
Not a single light burned in the vast hall.
Madara sat on the throne, clad in the heavy armor formed from Black Zetsu and the Box of Ultimate Bliss. The beast's head emblazoned on his breastplate looked like a predator lying in wait, lending him an even more menacing air.
One hand rested on the armrest, the other lay loosely on his knee. With his head tilted slightly back, he gazed down calmly through one purple eye and one red.
Obito stood beside him, with three figures behind him.
Kaneki Eito stood at the front. He looked at Madara on the throne, then at Obito before him, his eyes brimming with resentment.
Kaneki Mitero stood nervously at his side, occasionally shooting Eito a reassuring glance.
Raiga Kurosuki stood at the back, his expression far calmer than theirs. But when his gaze swept over Madara, deep wariness flickered in his eyes.
Madara paid no mind to Kaneki Eito's resentful stare. He looked down with an air of arrogance, a confident smile tugging at his lips.
More than a dozen figures stood in two rows below.
Most of those on the left wore armor. The plates varied in style, but they were unmistakably relics of the Warring States Period.
There were fewer on the right, only six or seven, yet their auras ran deeper than those of the people on the left.
They wore old-fashioned black robes, utterly unlike the clothing of the Warring States Period, as though they came from an even earlier age.
All had black hair; the men were handsome and the women beautiful.
Yes, they all had that unmistakably refined Uchiha look.
Now,