Now, Let Me See... the Dance of the Battlefield Roses!

"If I said—I'm your father, would you believe me?"

Uchiha Yoru stood in the center of the battlefield amidst the swirling sandstorm. His voice wasn't loud, but it was like thunder, striking straight into everyone's hearts.

Hagoromo's face instantly darkened, her eyes flashing with a complex mix of shock, anger, and disbelief.

"How dare you insult... Grandpa!!!"

Naruto was furious, his angry Chakra almost materializing. He instantly unleashed his golden Sage Mode, his eyes bloodshot, and his figure transformed into a golden lightning bolt as he charged towards Uchiha Yoru!

Bang!

However, before he could get close, Naruto was thrown away by an invisible force and crashed heavily into a pile of rubble, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The night silently watched the people below, its gaze as disdainful as if they were ants.

Hahahaha!

A burst of wild laughter shook the heavens and earth.

Uchiha Madara had recovered and was even more powerful than in his prime, suddenly stood up!

His hair was disheveled, Rinnegan in his pupils shone brightly. He laughed wildly, as if he had heard the most absurd yet most delightful joke in the world.

"The Sage of Six Paths' father?... Interesting!!"

Everyone stared in astonishment at Uchiha Madara, but before they could react, the space around Uchiha Yoru in the sky suddenly distorted violently, and two figures silently appeared—

When the dust settled, everyone could see the faces of the two figures clearly.

"No... no way..."

Kakashi Hatake couldn't believe his eyes, and Sakura behind him covered her mouth, her pupils dilating.

"What... what's going on!?"

Gaara instinctively took a step back, sand swirling and churning around him as his defensive instincts were activated to the maximum.

"These... are three... spots?"

Senju Tobirama's pupils contracted sharply, and his voice trembled slightly, "What a joke... How could three Uchiha Madara exist at the same time?!"

Indeed, standing beside Uchiha Yoru were two figures from the "Pocket Universe"—Madara, who had completely mastered the Yang Power, and Madara in his ultimate form after becoming the Ten-Tails Jinchuriki!

At this moment, their eyes were cold and sharp, and every line on their bodies exuded a pressure powerful enough to tear through time and space.

It was as if a deity had descended to earth; merely standing there, the very space seemed to emit a faint lament.

When these two "Madara" looked at the Uchiha Madara of this timeline who was laughing wildly, the three wills that were of the same origin but had become different met each other, and the air froze instantly.

"As expected, in this timeline, I was still deceived by Black Zetsu..."

Ten-Tails Madara sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, his sharp gaze piercing in all directions like a blade.

His tone was filled with deep sarcasm and anger, which stemmed not only from resentment towards Black Zetsu but also from profound regret over his past decisions.

"To be fooled by a mere product of Yin-Yang Release, how laughable."

Madara stood with his hands behind his back, coldly surveying the disheveled, still-laughing Uchiha Madara of this timeline. His eyes were filled with undisguised scrutiny and disappointment. "He has truly disgraced the name 'Madara'."

Ten-Tails Madara remained silent for a moment. He felt that this other version of himself from another timeline had a certain fondness for intersex people!

However, he seemed to be controlling his inner turmoil; although he was angry, he did not immediately erupt.

He knew that there would eventually be an opportunity to learn from and challenge another version of himself!

"However—as disheveled as you may be... at least you're alive here; Night saved you."

In this timeline, Uchiha Madara suddenly stopped laughing maniacally, a look of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

His gaze darted back and forth between the two "selves," as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. At that moment, even he couldn't suppress the shock he felt.

"This is... me?"

"... Me from another world?"

A familiar face, familiar eyes, that arrogance and coldness ingrained in their very bones, and the same fighting spirit.

Uchiha Madara remained silent for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips, revealing his signature contemptuous grin.

"The person who saved me... is his name Ye?"

He murmured softly, as if chewing on this unfamiliar yet powerful name.

Before he finished speaking, he threw his head back and laughed loudly. His laughter was like rolling thunder, shaking the surrounding area, as if the entire battlefield was being torn apart by his voice.

Hahahaha!!!

"Thank you, night... for allowing me to dance again!!!"

"And, they even brought 'me' with them to save themselves... How... interesting!"

His gaze suddenly sharpened like a knife, his Rinnegan spun rapidly, filled with black and white power, exuding a world-destroying sense of oppression.

"Since it's 'me'—there's no need for further explanation!"

The next moment--

Two Uchiha Madara from different dimensions stepped forward without a word, each placing their palms on the back of the Madara from this dimension.

--boom!!!

The three almost identical Chakra pathways resonated with each other, instantly unleashing an unimaginable surge of energy, with three cosmic-level fighting wills perfectly synchronized.

At that moment, it was as if the wills of three "gods" overlapped within one person!

The black and white Chakra of Yin Yang Madara intertwined like twin dragons, flowing into Madara's body and instantly reshaping his battle form, his flesh and blood patterns seemingly reconstructed within the rules; the power of the Tailed Beast within the Ten-Tails Madara, comparable to that of the Otsutsuki Clan deity, surged in like a tide, causing his Dōjutsu, physical body, and spirit to be completely sublimated!

Just a moment--

Uchiha Madara, who was already at his peak, underwent another transformation!

When he opened his eyes, the Rinne Sharingan appeared, and within his pupils was not just the Rinne Sharingan —it was more like a fusion of three destinies!

"This feeling..."

Uchiha Madara murmured to himself, stretching his arms; every muscle seemed to contain the laws of the universe.

"So this is me—me at my peak."

Yin-Yang Madara and Ten-Tails Madara stood side by side behind him, speaking at the same time:

"Don't mess this up, we don't have time to keep cleaning up messes."

Don't let 'me' down.

The three exchanged a smile, their eyes filled with unreserved fighting spirit, arrogance, and contempt for the battlefield.

At this moment, the three Uchiha Madara filled with overwhelming fighting spirit and killing intent!

In the distance, Senju Hashirama frowned deeply, experiencing for the first time a true sense of "overwhelming fear."

"What... no, what are these three guys trying to do...?"

The Sage of Six Paths, Hagoromo, looked grave and quietly gazed up at the sky. "This is no longer a force the Ninja World should be able to withstand..."

"You... didn't belong to the same time and space, yet you were forcibly brought together." Hagoromo looked at Uchiha Yoru, "What kind of world do you want this to become?"

Uchiha Yoru simply smiled, his eyes holding an unfathomable depth. "Me? I just let them know..."

"A life truly dedicated to fighting for ideals and beliefs should not end so hastily."

His gaze swept across the three spots like a sharp sword, and he said coldly, "Now, let me witness... the dance of the battlefield roses!!!"

Uchiha Yoru's voice was deep and intimidating.

The three spotted figures' gazes sharpened, and they nodded almost simultaneously, their voices carrying an unprecedented unity and resolve:

"Yes!!! x3"