Madara's Approval

This guy got hit by Evening Elephant again and again, and he could still stand up...

Seeing this, a huge bead of cold sweat appeared on Might Guy's forehead, but before it could trickle down, it was evaporated by the red vapor around him.

By now, the Allied Shinobi Forces had fallen into complete despair.

Even that couldn't defeat him. Who could possibly save the Ninja World?

"So Evening Elephant alone still wasn't enough?"

Uchiha Madara was like the final boss—the more he fought, the stronger he became.

"Very good. Keep dancing. Make me even more excited..."

Even as the posturing Uchiha Madara spoke, he was coughing up blood. Yet he did not care in the slightest. It was no big deal. No need to panic.

Might Guy, who had been standing in the air, slowly descended to the ground.

"It looks like I'll have to use the final move—Night Guy."

He pressed both hands against the ground and assumed a runner's starting stance.

Through his Rinnegan, Uchiha Madara had already seen Might Guy's physical condition clearly. "You only have one final strike left, don't you? Make sure you give me a good surprise."

Even while gasping heavily, it did not affect his posturing one bit.

At that moment, Might Guy resembled a bonfire. The red vapor around him flickered like flames, as though it might go out at any moment.

"Gather!"

The red vapor around him surged skyward as though dye had been added to it. With him at its center, it formed a raging wind that swept up dust all over the ground.

Uchiha Qingfeng awkwardly smacked his own forehead. When unleashing a finishing move, maybe don't shout "Gather." It always made it feel like he was about to lose.

Otherwise, why did surrendering mean saying "GG," or