"I am... Madara Uchiha!"
Obito's voice had been disguised with chakra, turning aged and deep, carrying a majesty that seemed to come from the depths of hell.
He covered the shattered mask on his face, revealing only one crimson Sharingan.
In that eye was an arrogance that looked down on all under heaven.
"Foolish descendants."
Obito stood atop the high tower, his black robe snapping in the wind.
"You dare raise your blades against your ancestor? You dare obstruct my plan? Have you forgotten the glory of the Uchiha Clan?"
Those words were like a heavy bomb exploding in the Uchiha formation.
"Madara?!"
Yashiro Uchiha, who was maintaining the Resonance Array, had a tremor run through his hands.
"That legendary man?"
"Didn't he die at the Valley of the End?"
"But this chakra... this pressure..."
The commotion spread like a plague.
In the history of the Uchiha Clan, Madara was both god and demon. He was the symbol of the clan at its strongest, and also the sinner who led the clan toward decline.
Every member of the Uchiha Clan had grown up hearing Madara's legends from childhood, and felt an awe and fear toward that name carved into their bones.
The light of the Resonance Array began to flicker.
The once stable output of chakra flow grew chaotic because of the wavering in the clan members' hearts.
The dark-gold Susanoo taking shape also stalled for an instant.
Obito looked at the scene, the corners of his mouth lifting into a cold smile.
As expected.
As long as he brought out Madara's name, these ignorant descendants would be scared out of their wits.
Fear was the best means of control.
"Hahahahaha..."
Just then, a sudden burst of laughter broke the oppressive atmosphere on the battlefield.
The laughter came from high