Danzo's Death

At the edge of the ruins, Ye gave Madara an obedient smile.

Then he opened his mouth.

"Grandpa!"

His voice was crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Then Ye raised his hand and happily waved twice. "Grandpa, you came at just the right time!"

Across from him, Madara Uchiha, who had just been overwhelming the entire battlefield with the presence of an unrivaled demon king, froze completely.

A gust of wind swept through the ruins. Madara stood there with his mouth slightly open, his mind buzzing.

Th-That little brat... what did he just call me?!

Grandpa?!

Ever since the two had acknowledged each other, hadn't that little bastard always called him "Madara" like they were sworn brothers from the underworld?

And now?

That crisp, obedient "Grandpa" came out without even a stutter!

The Asura of the Shinobi World, who had once fought Hashirama Senju alone and casually used meteors to wipe the ground clean, now stood amid the wreckage...

In those eyes that had seen countless lives and deaths, a suspicious mist visibly welled up.

Then, without warning, a tear slid down Madara's sharply chiseled cheek.

With a soft plop, it landed on a dust-covered piece of rubble.

Holy shit?

He really cried?!

[Ding! Bloodline Affection Points from Madara Uchiha: +3800!]

[Ding! Extreme Moved Points from Madara Uchiha: +4500!]

Madara turned his face away and, trying to hide it, fiercely rubbed the corner of his eye with the sleeve of his Warring States armor.

The way he gritted his teeth while wiping away tears made it look like he was trying to gouge out his own eyeballs!

The ruins of the Hokage Building, which had still been filled with surging Chakra and cries of shock moments ago, fell so silent that a pin drop would have been