Madara stood on high ground, looking down over the entire battlefield. His expression was calm, his tone full of disdain. "You blocked it?"
His gaze swept across the rising dust. Seeming to sense a familiar chakra, he raised an eyebrow.
"That should be that kid Kitsuchi from Iwagakure..."
A mocking smile tugged at his lips. "Heh... Ōnoki's raised quite the capable successor..."
Uchiha Yoru walked forward slowly, arms folded across his chest. His smile was faint, yet his presence carried a bone-chilling pressure.
"Resistance... is futile."
He took another step, his gaze sweeping across the Allied Shinobi Forces. His voice wasn't loud, but it rolled across the field like muffled thunder.
"Listen carefully, Allied Shinobi Forces."
"This is your last chance."
"Submit to Konoha and hand over all the Tailed Beasts—your nations, your system, your era, are all over."
"That's... the Fifth Hokage... Uchiha Yoru!!"
They recognized Uchiha Yoru's distinctive Indra attire.
Kazekage Rasa's face turned livid. He roared, "You killed the Daimyo of the Land of Fire, and now you want to enslave the entire Ninja World? You're the real evil!"
Pointing toward Uchiha Yoru, his voice blazed with fury, blood and fire. "Your so-called peace is built on mountains of corpses. It's a madman's fantasy!"
In the air, Ōnoki hovered above the battlefield. His old body trembled faintly in the wind, yet he remained as upright as a pine.
His gaze burned as he looked down at the two men below, his voice steady and sharp.
"Uchiha Yoru, you keep talking about overthrowing the order, but you're nothing but a butcher hiding behind the guise of reform."
"And you, Uchiha Madara—you should have remained buried in the past, yet now you imagine you can use violence to write the future once again."
He slowly raised his right hand.