"...Nobuhide, your ambitions are growing bigger and bigger!"
Namikaze Nobuhide shook his head indifferently. He was not trying to make any so-called changes. Right now, he was merely going with the flow, scooping out a ladleful for himself from the great river.
"The seed of this so-called ambition was first nurtured and stirred by Uchiha Feng! We merely followed the tide!"
"It's too early to speak of victory or defeat! Go ahead and try!"
Uzumaki Mito looked coldly at Namikaze Nobuhide. She flicked the rain-soaked sleeve of her robe, left those words behind, and leaped down from Kage Rock. Namikaze Nobuhide watched her departing figure and sneered disdainfully.
"Even the strongest dam fears an invasion of ants! Besides, he isn't even the strongest!"
The pitch-black night was silent and deserted. A figure suddenly appeared beside the Ninja Memorial. It was Mingye, carrying two bottles of sake as he walked over to Hashirama's cenotaph. Leaning against the gravestone, he sat down and took out two cups he had prepared beforehand. Though the rain was heavy, Mingye shielded the cups with an umbrella and poured them each a serving of sake.
"We fought for twenty years, and both of us have already lost. World peace... that grand belief, that bullshit belief, doesn't seem to be such an easy thing to play with. We had so much fun playing our game, yet we still never realized that everything was controlled by that Otsutsuki family. As long as saints remain, great thieves will never cease. Their entire family must be exterminated. Only then will this world of ours welcome true so-called peace. Before that, it's all castles in the air. Love! Hate! Passion! Grudges! They're all bullshit!"
He poured one cup onto the ground and drained the other in a single gulp. Mingye