Kaguya Descends

Madara Uchiha's battered body lay in a muddy crater. Every breath tugged at the massive wound in his chest, sending more black blood spilling out.

His consciousness had begun to blur, but the pride carved into his bones would not allow him to fade away like this.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Madara turned his head with difficulty, his remaining left eye fixed on Chenshu Senju as he slowly approached.

"What... what do you know..."

His voice was as hoarse as an old bellows, filled with unwillingness and venom.

"For this world... for true peace... I... I am the savior..."

"Everything I did... was a necessary sacrifice..."

Chenshu stopped, staring at him expressionlessly.

Even in this state, he was still babbling about that pyramid-scheme nonsense.

How pitiful and pathetic.

Chenshu could not even be bothered to mock him. He simply waited quietly for the final act of the story to unfold.

"You think... you've won...?"

Madara forced a twisted smile onto his lips, as though declaring that he still had some hidden trump card.

"I am... the chosen one..."

Before he could finish speaking, a pitch-black, mud-like figure rose from the shadows beneath him without warning.

It was Black Zetsu.

This creature, who had always disguised himself as the manifestation of Madara Uchiha's will, had finally revealed his true fangs.

"You're right, Madara."

Black Zetsu spoke in a shrill, eerie tone, unable to hide his excitement and mockery.

"You truly are the chosen one..."

Madara's pupil suddenly contracted before he could comprehend the deeper meaning behind Black Zetsu's words.

"Squelch—!"

A sharp hand formed from pure black matter mercilessly pierced Madara Uchiha's heart from behind.

Madara's body convulsed violently. He lowered his head in disbelief and looked at the black hand protruding from his chest.

"You..."

A rasping sound came from his