Standing atop a meteorite, Madara slowly descended into the air a hundred meters ahead of the battlefield.
Black chakra surged from his body like a tsunami, sweeping outward in every direction.
Wherever it passed, the snow on the ground melted instantly, and rocks crumbled to dust.
The Impure World Reincarnation markings on his body had vanished completely.
His entire body was formed from chakra and Hashirama cells, yet it possessed exactly the same senses and strength as his flesh-and-blood body had in life.
He had completely broken free of the restraints of Impure World Reincarnation, attaining a perfected form with an immortal body, unlimited chakra, and all the power he had possessed at his peak.
Madara stirred slightly, and the ocular power of his Rinnegan activated instantly.
Under the Rinnegan's power, the damage to his soul healed in an instant.
At the same time, the Hashirama cells within him worked furiously, restoring his body to its prime.
His left eye was an Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, its intricate tomoe pattern spinning rapidly.
His right eye was a Rinnegan, its black concentric rings radiating a suffocating pressure.
Both eyes lit up at once, and chakra formed a visible vortex of black energy around him.
Madara spread his arms and unleashed another deafening burst of wild laughter.
His laughter brimmed with arrogance and conceit, carrying utter contempt for the entire shinobi world.
"How many years has it been?"
"Ever since Hashirama died, this shinobi world hasn't produced a single opponent who could interest me."
"That useless Obito had my Rinnegan and still couldn't handle such a trivial task. He utterly disgraced me."
"I never expected a little brat like you to turn up at the end."
Madara's gaze swept across the battlefield.
It passed over the Five Kage, crouched and on guard, over