Madara had finally achieved his wish, illuminating the entire world with the light of the Infinite Tsukuyomi.
Ninety-nine percent of the people in the world had been strung up by the Divine Tree Descends.
But those resurrected through Impure World Reincarnation were unaffected.
Hashirama had already sat cross-legged on the ground, looking up at Madara in the sky.
His expression was somewhat somber as countless happy memories with Madara flashed through his mind.
But all of this was about to end.
Madara would soon be sneak-attacked by Black Zetsu. His dream would be shattered, and his life was about to end as well.
Only after Natsuki had felt the Infinite Tsukuyomi pass over him did he spread his wings.
There was no need to mention how vast the wingspan of his two-hundred-meter Complete Body was.
Those close to Natsuki, the Kage from every village, and people such as Tenten, who were part of his later plans, were all down below.
Natsuki flapped his wings and flew toward Madara.
What came next would be Natsuki's personal show.
Tobirama glanced at his elder brother, then at Madara.
He folded his arms across his chest.
He did not feel the slightest sadness for Uchiha Madara.
Instead, he was faintly looking forward to it.
Now I can finally watch Evil Uchiha Madara get beaten senseless by Natsuki.
Madara looked at Natsuki flying up toward him with his wings flapping, a wild smile appearing on his face.
"You and Obito. I only need to get rid of the two of you."
"Then it will be time for me to become the savior!"
"Do you have any last words, Natsuki?"
Natsuki glanced into the air, where four shadows had already surrounded him.
As for Three-Eyed Madara standing opposite him, just how strong he was now