The Ten-Tails, Bullying the Weak and Fearing the Strong

Half an hour later.

Inside the exclusive No. 88 combat arena of [Second Court].

As the final intense surge of chakra subsided, this "friendly exchange" finally came to an end.

Madara dusted himself off.

Then, nearly unscathed, he walked out of the [combat arena].

Behind him, more than twenty Otsutsuki warriors lay on the ground, barely clinging to life...

Each of them looked as though their bodies had been hollowed out, utterly unable to continue.

To drain so many Otsutsuki, whose recovery abilities were astonishing, to such an extent—

It was enough to show just how intense that "dance" had been.

Izuna immediately went up to meet him.

"Big Brother, wasn't that a little too harsh?"

"We'll probably still need to make use of them in the future..."

Madara shook his head.

"Not killing them was already mercy."

"Izuna, remember this: this place is fundamentally no different from the [Ninja World]. Strength reigns supreme here as well!"

"In fact, it's even purer and more brutal!"

"These Otsutsuki will never pity the weak."

"They only fear the strong and worship the strong!"

"Only by hurting them—hurting them so deeply that they never forget it—will they stop looking down on you and defying you."

"Even if it's merely obedience on the surface, that's enough..."

When it came to interpersonal relations, overall planning, and such matters, Madara's emotional intelligence was inferior to Izuna's.

But when it came to insight into human nature and the analysis of fundamental rules, Madara had long understood them thoroughly, down to his bones.

"Indeed!"

"I understand now."

"You really can see a hint of awe in their eyes..."

Izuna nodded in realization.

He had to admit that although his big brother's use of force was rather reckless, it was indeed more effective in a place like this.