Only after that majestic figure, spanning heaven and earth, tore through the sky and soared beyond the clouds, leaving Earth behind,
did Madara and Hashirama come to their senses. Only then did they realize they were all drenched in sweat.
"Could a creature this powerful really exist?"
Madara Uchiha murmured in a daze.
Without realizing it, he had clenched his fists tightly, his expression filled with defiance.
They had been closest to where the Silver Dragon emerged, facing the vast, heavenlike might radiating from him head-on.
For the first time in his life, a creature's presence alone had left him unable to breathe.
He could not even muster the courage to stand against him.
For someone as supremely arrogant as he was, that was simply unthinkable.
His body began to tremble slightly,
as he faced that magnificent creation, a creature exuding the aura of a supreme bloodline.
It was the instinctive trembling of a body gripped by fear, but also the trembling of excitement as a fierce will to fight flared within him.
"Hahaha! What kind of creature is that? I'll find him... I will find him..."
He began to laugh wildly, concealing his trembling and fear,
yet his expression had never been so exhilarated.
For the first time in his life, he felt that this world was so small,
and the infighting between shinobi so laughable.
An irrepressible thought rose within him.
Find that creature and fight him!
Or... when I see him again, at least have the courage to fight him!
Otherwise, the cowardice he had shown today
would become a heart demon, a hurdle he could never overcome.
Even though he was only eleven...
In short... he had been left with childhood trauma...
"With strength like that, peace should be within reach."
Hashirama murmured to himself as