"He gave his life to wake you up, all so that you and your people could live well. But what about you?! You only care about your own feelings. A selfish idiot like you would be better off dead! Just looking at you pisses me off!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Madara Uchiha kicked Dende flying.
Dende's body shot out like a cannonball, gouging a trench dozens of meters long across the ground.
He curled up, clutching his agonizing abdomen tightly with both hands as he groaned without stop.
"Senior, I..."
Everyone stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the two of them. At that moment, none of them knew what to do.
"Are you a little clearer-headed now? If you still cannot come to your senses, I'll kill you right now and send you to the halls of the underworld to accompany your family."
Madara Uchiha spoke in an icy, indifferent voice.
At last, Dende spoke.
"Everyone, I'm sorry!"
Dende had practically torn his throat open as he screamed those words with all his strength!
Having come to his senses, Dende decided to inherit the Great Elder's will and help everyone overcome this crisis.
He silently chanted an incantation, and a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky. A massive Divine Dragon descended from above and appeared before everyone.
This was their only hope at the moment—the Porunga Divine Dragon!
"Summoner, state your wish!"
The Divine Dragon descended and looked down at the crowd. When it spoke, its voice boomed like thunder.
"Lord Divine Dragon, please restore that human and return his mind to normal."
Dende pointed at Uchiha Hikaru's faintly visible figure in the distant sky as he spoke.
The Divine Dragon did not immediately agree. Instead, it turned to stare in the direction Dende had indicated.
But