Answer Me!!!

Another spacetime

This is the height of the Fourth Ninja World War.

For the first time, the Five Great Shinobi Villages truly joined forces, forming the Allied Shinobi Forces, with Raikage A serving as the overall commander, and elite ninjas such as Might Guy, Gaara, and Kakashi each leading their respective combat units.

The opponent was a campaign launched by Obito, the remnants of the Akatsuki organization and using the name Madara as Obito, along with hundreds of thousands of White Zetsu troops and a death army composed of Impure World Reincarnation ninjas controlled by Yakushi Kabuto.

War engulfs the entire continent. The Five Kage unite to fight against the Edo Madara. With the arrival of Naruto and Sasuke, the tide of battle gradually turns.

The two fought side by side. Naruto combined Sage Mode with the power of the Nine-Tails to shake Obito's heart, Sasuke used Cursed Seal Senjutsu Technique to extract the seven Tailed Beasts.

Ultimately, Uchiha Obito, whose mind seemed to be born with a hole, was moved and willing to sacrifice himself to make amends and save the world.

Yakushi Kabuto was also controlled by Uchiha Itachi using Izanami after being Impure World Reincarnation Tensei, and the Impure World Reincarnation was broken.

But the real mastermind behind it all has finally come to light.

Uchiha Madara, resurrected by the Rinne Rebirth, swept across the battlefield with overwhelming power, suppressing the Five Kage single-handedly, his might as a god descending to earth.

He manipulated the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path to forcibly suppress the Tailed Beast, and extracted the Nine-Tails' power from Naruto, bringing him to the brink of death; then, with lightning speed, he pierced Sasuke's heart with a black rod, pushing both "chosen ones" to the brink of life and death at the same time.

Just when the Ninja World was plunged into despair and the heroes were on the verge of death, the Sage of Six Paths appeared in the void and passed on the power of Yin and Yang deep within the consciousness of the two.

Meanwhile, Uchiha Madara successfully devoured the Ten-Tails, becoming the legendary "Ten-Tails Jinchuriki," stepping into a realm beyond life and death, a realm akin to that of a god, and preparing to unleash the "Infinite Tsukuyomi," engulfing the entire world in a dreamlike illusion.

A black hand silently reached out from behind him.

That wasn't any human's Chakra. It was a conspiracy that had been lurking for a thousand years, the will of Otsutsuki Kaguya.

"You are no longer of any use, Uchiha Madara."

Black Zetsu murmured coldly, his hand plunging straight into his chest.

Uchiha Madara's eyes widened as he looked down in disbelief at the jet-black hand on his chest, feeling his Chakra flow reversed and his life force being drained.

"Black Zetsu... you... how dare you betray me?"

"I have never been loyal to you," Black Zetsu whispered, his voice as cold as still water. "You are merely a vessel for resurrecting Mother, nothing more."

Madara tried to struggle, his Rinnegan burning with rage, but ultimately he could not resist the strange power emanating from him.

Chakra surged wildly in reverse, his body twisting and trembling in excruciating pain.

At the same time, his body began to instinctively absorb the Chakra diffused from the outside world, and his body was surrounded by a mud-like black substance—but this was not his will.

His consciousness plummeted into an abyss, gradually disintegrating, as if replaced by some ancient and terrifying will.

"This is not my power..."

"Why, why did this happen...?"

--Uchiha Madara finally realized that he was just a pawn being used.

His figure vanished amidst a violent explosion of Chakra, replaced by the resurrection of that ancient deity.

Otsutsuki Kaguya, the source of Chakra, finally returned to the Ninja World using him as a vessel.

However, even the most powerful deities appear so fragile in the face of the "protagonist's halo."

Faced with the combined attack of the two chosen ones and Haruno Sakura's unwavering, exhilarating combo, Kaguya struggled to keep up and fell into a passive position.

With the power of the Six Paths empowered, Naruto and Sasuke launched a series of attacks. Obito, the invincible Kenji, provided a power-up, while Kakashi, in his Susanoo form, provided support. In the end, they sealed Kaguya in the Origin Sphere, ending the conflict once again.

The outcome seems to be already decided.

The Sage of Six Paths summons Naruto and others back to the Ninja World.

At that moment, the world seemed to return to peace.

The crowd embraced and wept, bidding a final farewell to their loved ones in the twilight as the Impure World Reincarnation was about to end; the missing-nin returned to their homeland, and the hero ascended to the pinnacle.

Hope and warmth filled the air, as if this disaster of blood and fire had never existed.

--And he, Uchiha Madara, stood in a corner unnoticed by anyone.

His eyes were empty and lifeless as he stared at the sky, the azure he had once tried to save and conquer now appearing incredibly ironic.

He once thought he was a savior, but in the end, he was just a figurehead; he thought he controlled destiny, but he was merely a stepping stone.

The victors sing praises of peace, while the vanquished remain silent.

Uchiha Madara gazed silently at the sky, his eyes vacant, as if looking at a future that did not belong to him.

"I... I think I made a mistake."

The wind blew across the ravaged battlefield, stirring up dust and fallen leaves, and his shadow was stretched extremely long in the sunlight.

The once feared "Uchiha Madara" now resembles a forgotten ghost of history.

Just then, a familiar figure appeared before him.

He was his most familiar enemy, and also his only friend.

Senju Hashirama, his body resurrected through the Impure World Reincarnation, squatted before him, his expression as calm as ever.

"Hashirama..." Madara began slowly, his voice as weak as the wind.

"Hmm," Hashirama responded softly, his tone heavy and tinged with helplessness.

The two stared at each other for a moment, neither speaking immediately, as if they had returned to their distant childhood.

Hashirama finally spoke, his tone low but firm:

"You... and me, in essence, are no different. We've both tried to change the world, and we've both pursued our ideals."

He looked up at the horizon, his eyes seeming to hold the passage of time.

"But how easily can this world be changed?" He gave a bitter smile. "There's only so much we can do while we're alive."

"Therefore, we can only choose to believe and entrust our hopes... to future generations."

Uchiha Madara listened quietly, then suddenly chuckled softly. His laughter was full of sarcasm, yet it also contained a hint of melancholy.

"You... in the end, you haven't changed at all, still so naive."

"I can't do it... because—I hate having someone standing behind me."

His eyes gleamed slightly, as if he were looking back on everything from the past.

"And I... in the end, I'm nothing but a joke."

My dream... has been shattered.

Upon hearing this, Hashirama remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he smiled with relief, a smile that was gentle yet tinged with a hint of reluctance:

"... I see."

"Perhaps, in another world... we can have another drink together as true friends."

"Or, as a comrade-in-arms..."

"Comrade?"

"Okay, in that case... we... too..."

Before he could finish speaking, Uchiha Madara's voice choked.

His consciousness began to crumble, a wave of weakness washed over his body, Chakra rapidly dissipated within him.

Ban knew—this was the end.

He prepared to close his eyes and face his inevitable demise.

Just then--

Boom--!

The sky suddenly shattered, a massive spatial rift seemingly tearing the heavens and earth apart, from which intense and unfamiliar Chakra poured forth like a god descending to earth.

A figure descended from the crack into the sky, slowly landing above the battlefield.

Uchiha Madara slightly opened his eyes, looked up, and his gaze lingered for a moment.

"That is..."

The man stood in the void, looking down at the desolate battlefield after the war, then down at the fading speckles, and spoke softly:

Look me in the eyes.

His voice was as cold as frost, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Are you willing to die like this?"

Answer me!!!