The real Madara Uchiha was brought back by the Second Tsuchikage's Impure World Reincarnation!

I brushed the dry black ash off my coat and sneered down at him.

"Whether you can protect it or not, I'm taking a nap here today."

Madara grinned, his red armor rattling harshly in the wind and sand.

I glanced sideways behind the towering black coffin.

A strange man wrapped head to toe in bandages stood there, looking like a dried-out mummy.

It was none other than the Second Tsuchikage, Mu, whom my Wood Dragon had nearly whipped to pieces earlier.

His head hung low, his lifeless Rinnegan motionless beneath the bandages.

"Well, isn't that great. So you're the mummy who dragged him out."

"That four-eyed bastard Kabuto left me one hell of a gift package before he died."

I spat. Sand was stuck between my teeth, grinding unpleasantly.

Madara stood on the scorching yellow sand with his arms folded, his black hair whipping in the gale.

"Mu, well done. You've finally pulled me out of that damned black box."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an icy chill.

"Lord Madara... that boy's Wood Release... is strange."

Mu forced hoarse sounds through his damaged throat, like scraps of iron scraping together.

"My Dust Release couldn't even scratch his skin. He drained it dry, too."

Madara glanced at the Gold and Silver Brothers, reduced to scrap metal on the ground, and snorted.

"Those two wastes of space ate the Nine-Tails' flesh and still amounted to nothing but brainless dog meat."

"Senju Clan brat, did you learn that Wood Release from Hashirama?"

He raised those ringed eyes and fixed them on the soles of my oversized shoes.

I lazily let out a huge yawn and rubbed my empty belly.

"Learned from him, my ass. I'm self-taught. I'm not from that old man's school."

"Madara Uchiha, you came to wreck my