Madara Uchiha was not someone like Minato Namikaze, burdened by emotions. There was no way he would give up this mission.
Demon Queen: "And that's it?"
Demon Queen: "So I wasn't chosen?"
Holy Guardian Left Wing: "What else?"
Holy Guardian Left Wing: "Get used to it. I haven't been chosen for any of the three missions."
Demon Queen: "Can I be compared to you?"
Holy Guardian Left Wing: "True. You're over twenty thousand years older than me. We really aren't the same."
Demon Queen: "Damn it, bitch!"
Utaha Kasumigaoka: "I thought I might be chosen for this mission. Turns out I was just being full of myself."
The facts proved that even without the limits on strength, they were not special.
Richest Man in the Lighthouse: "Just wait patiently. There'll definitely be opportunities later."
Richest Man in the Lighthouse: "I waited for a long time too."
Richest Man in the Lighthouse: "Didn't the group owner only participate in one mission as well?"
Ordinary Group Owner: "..."
Ordinary Group Owner: "You really didn't need to mention that!"
On an unknown island in the Pirate World.
Two tomoe slowly spun within the blood-red Sharingan, giving off an eerie aura.
Yet Uchiha Ten himself had fallen completely still.
He watched the streams of data and golden radiance continuously clash in the sky, along with those cold, emotionless eyes that seemed to be staring at him the entire time. His mind had gone blank, and he could not even think.
Who was he?
Where was this?
What had happened?
After a string of questions, Uchiha Ten slowly came back to his senses. He plopped down onto the ground, a bitter smile appearing on his face.
"What the hell is this?"
Uchiha Ten said helplessly.
After transmigrating, he learned that he had become a