Nothing More Than This

Uchiha Madara burst into wild laughter once more. With his body restored to its prime and the Rinnegan in his possession, who else could stand before him? Who would dare stand before him?

At that moment, he had no reservations whatsoever. So what if those before him represented the pinnacle of the Ninja World? They were no match for him alone.

He swaggered toward the Amber Bottle. Under his gaze, everyone retreated again and again. None of them had expected Uchiha Madara to truly return to life.

If even the dead could return to the world of the living, what else could not be done? Compared to that, every other unreasonable thing suddenly seemed reasonable.

Uchiha Madara was quite satisfied by their reactions. Even the slightest offense toward him was disrespect toward the Rinnegan.

"We can't keep backing down. His target is the Eight-Tails—we must stop him. Even if we have to kill the Eight-Tails, we cannot let him obtain it."

Ōnoki spoke sharply. The Fourth Raikage beside him looked utterly terrible. Killing the Eight-Tails meant killing his most beloved little brother along with it.

That was his brother by neither blood nor birth, yet as close as true family.

"Then do it quickly. Otherwise, we may not be able to stop Uchiha Madara."

He truly was his brother in all but name, his dearest friend and family without question.

If the Raikage had any other choice, he would never agree to this. But there truly was no other way now. They might not even be a match for Uchiha Madara alone. If he gained control of all nine Tailed Beasts, the Ninja World would be doomed.

It was a perfect demonstration of sacrificing one's own family for the greater good, of selflessly trading one person's happiness for that of