And just like that, the Second Shinobi World War ended.
It ended too quickly-so quickly that no one had time to react.
Just as Madara had said, it was like a farce that fizzled out without a conclusion.
Every ninja who had lived through the war felt as though they had awakened from a long dream.
Yet they still felt an unreality, as though they remained trapped in that dream.
Who in the world could have imagined
that years of war would be quelled by one man and one sword?
Only when they saw that the endless Heavenly Scar across the sky truly existed
did people dazedly realize... the war... really seemed to be over...
Aside from those few sword strikes Madara Uchiha had unleashed,
over those long years,
how many more heroes had emerged from Konoha?
The Konoha Sannin, the White Fang of Konoha, the Yellow Flash, the Crimson Blood God of Death, and the Moon of Starry Sky (Hoshizuki Hyuga)!
They were Konoha's brightest rising stars!
The last three youngsters in particular had enjoyed unparalleled fame despite their tender ages, something virtually unprecedented.
Almost the entire Shinobi World had its eyes on the three of them. Everyone wanted to see
just how far they would ultimately go.
Without a doubt, their era might only just have begun.
Turbulent times made heroes. Some found glory and success in war!
Others were left heartbroken, their efforts ending in failure!
But what war was ever free of suffering?
Hanzo of the Salamander, leader of the Land of Rain, had died, along with countless Jonin.
The entire ninja village's strength plummeted, its former confidence and vigor gone.
Madara had also cut down the senior ninja of the various nations, leaving their ranks in tatters.
The four Kage had borne the brunt