Ever since Mingye and Zetsu had laid out that so-called right and wrong, truth and falsehood before Madara—half-concealing and half-revealing the truth—Madara's hatred for Hagoromo had only continued to grow. Hating his younger brother was simply not something Madara would do. Even if Asura was not his true brother, Madara still believed that, regardless of right or wrong, Asura, as the younger brother, was not at fault. The one in the wrong was Hagoromo. He was the one who deserved punishment and to be cast into hell.
Early the next morning, roughly eight hundred Konoha ninja gradually departed from Konoha. At the main gate, Mingye looked at Sarutobi Sasuke and Hyuga Tianren and spoke.
"The village's safety is in your hands, my lords!"
Hyuga Tianren nodded heavily. Though he still harbored some ambition, he had long ceased obsessing over the position of Kage. After all, it had never truly belonged to him, and he had no confidence that he could contend with the Senju brothers, Hashirama and Tobirama. So, to a great extent, he had learned to accept things as they came.
Mingye said nothing further. In low spirits, he turned and left with the troops. The others all understood what was on Mingye's mind. Madara's sudden departure had come without warning, like a bolt from the blue. Yet at such a critical time, they had no way to dwell on it too much. Completing their mission was what they needed to do most now.
"I think my brother and I should head to the border of the Land of Water. I have a bad feeling about this!"
Mingye glanced at Senju Tobirama, who was speaking beside him, and replied coldly, "The people I'm worried about are you and your brother!"
Senju Tobirama was left speechless. Mingye was extremely