In a shadowy corner of the Naruto World, Madara Uchiha sat with his eyes closed, considering the flaws that might remain in his future plans and who might be persuaded to join his side.
[Ding! You have been selected as a candidate for the Chat Group! Once ten full Group Members have voted, you will either gain the right to join the Chat Group or lose it!]
Madara's eyes snapped open. His frail, aged body erupted with immense pressure as he looked in every direction, searching for whoever was toying with him.
"Who's there?" Madara shouted, but got no answer. He found nothing at all.
Shock gripped him. Who in this world could do something like this to him without a sound?
Even his rival and closest friend, Hashirama Senju, could not have done it!
"No one in the Shinobi World is that powerful." Madara fell into thought. Would this affect his plans?
"The Chat Group? If ten people vote to confirm it, I'll qualify?" Madara thought for a while but came up with nothing. He could detect no trace of anything unusual, so he turned his attention to what the voice had said.
"What is a Chat Group?" Madara was as baffled as Han Li had been at first. He knew what chatting was, but what was a group?
"Ten people have to vote... Does that mean those ten people did this to me?" The faces of powerful shinobi flashed through Madara's mind, one after another. Not one of them could have pulled this off, even if ten joined forces!
"And as for qualifying..." Madara snorted. He, Madara Uchiha, didn't qualify? Since when did his worth need ten skulking rats to confirm it for him?
It had to be said: that was Madara all over. Apart from