Land of Rice, border.
The morning mist had yet to clear. A trace of warm light had just appeared on the horizon, filtering through the haze and casting the vast border plain in gray-blue.
At the far end of the plain, dark lines advanced across the horizon. As the dawn brightened, their true form emerged—an army of more than ten thousand White Zetsu!
They poured from the distant hills like a tide, marching in orderly ranks toward the Land of Rice.
The ground trembled beneath their unceasing footsteps.
Madara held the Long Halberd, mounted on a black warhorse formed from Yin–Yang Release.
He stood at the very front of the White Zetsu army, his heavy black armor gleaming with a cold, dark sheen.
Imposing and arrogant, he looked like a war god descended from the heavens!
With the reins in one hand and the pitch-black Long Halberd in the other, he gazed into the distance from horseback. One eye purple and the other red, he wore a brazen smile.
Obito rode beside Madara, staring straight at the opposing battle line as it came into focus. His Mangekyo eyes were unfathomable, and no one could tell what he was looking at.
The Kaneki Twins and Raiga Kurosuki followed behind Obito. Farther back stood more than a dozen Uchiha brought back through Impure World Reincarnation.
Every one of them possessed the Mangekyō Sharingan. Their pairs of crimson eyes glinted coldly in the dawn as they stared at Madara and Obito ahead, burning with humiliation and murderous hatred.
But they could not move.
Madara held control over their Impure World Reincarnation.
They were nothing but tools—conscious pawns dragged back from the Pure Land...
Madara paid no attention to those behind him. As he surveyed the opposing line taking shape in the distance, his