Rumble—
The inverted waterfall poured down like a silver river from the heavens, countless droplets splashing into a sky full of white mist.
On the riverbank beside the waterfall, three figures stood solemnly against the crosswind. The world was desolate; within several miles, there was not a fourth person in sight. Even the birds in the forest had fled the riverbank beneath the three men's ever-rising, towering aura.
Enkō wore an unsheathed black longsword at his waist and held an ordinary standard katana in his hand. His black robe fluttered in the breeze. Now twenty years old, he stood tall and straight, his handsome, rugged face having lost some of its youthful immaturity from four years ago and gained a trace of cold severity between his narrow, sword-like brows.
Beside Enkō, Izuna wore a blue robe. Yet there was a hint of bitterness on his rather handsome face. "How are we doing this?"
"Give it everything we have. If we just go through the motions, Big Brother might hit even harder."
Dozens of meters away, Uchiha Madara stood with his arms folded over his chest, his long black hair whipping wildly through the air. His eyes held a stillness that seemed capable of suppressing all wind and rain. His presence was deep and enduring, like an enormous rock that had stood in the sea for countless ages—silent and weighty, yet indestructible.
When he looked at his two younger brothers, an almost imperceptible softness flashed through his unruffled eyes. Yet his tone remained stern. "Stop dawdling. If you don't make a move, I will."
"Ha, looks like we can't avoid another beating." Despite his words, Izuna's usual carefree expression was gone. His calm eyes turned serious. "No matter what, we have to land a hit on Big Brother this time. Enkō,