Madara's body was completely immobilized by Black Zetsu's chakra, his Six Paths Power pouring out like floodwater through an open gate. As he looked at Black Zetsu behind him, the fury in his eyes gradually gave way to confusion and despair. Both hands gripped the arm Black Zetsu had driven through his chest, trying to pull it out, but he could not budge it.
"Let go of me, Black Zetsu!" Madara's voice seethed with fury as his body struggled violently. "What the hell are you trying to do?!"
Black Zetsu gave a cold, sinister laugh, his hand still lodged firmly in Madara's heart without loosening in the slightest. His gaze swept across the battlefield and finally settled on Chiya nearby. A barely perceptible flicker of wariness crossed his eyes before he turned back to Madara.
"What am I trying to do?" Black Zetsu's voice was low and chilling, steeped in the venom of a thousand years of patient restraint. "Madara, I've waited over a thousand years for this day. You and Obito were nothing more than the two most crucial pawns in my plan."
"Pawns?" Madara's pupils contracted sharply, and his body jolted. "What do you mean?"
"What do I mean?" Black Zetsu laughed, a sick pleasure threading through the sound. "You thought the Uchiha Clan's stone tablet was left by the Sage of Six Paths? You thought the thousand-year conflict between Indra and Asura was merely a falling-out between brothers? You thought awakening the Rinnegan and casting Infinite Tsukuyomi were choices you made yourself?"
Black Zetsu's voice carried clearly across the entire battlefield. The cold night wind swept through it, yet could not dispel the chill in his words. Kakashi and the Five Kage exchanged glances, each seeing utter shock in the others' eyes. The Allied Shinobi Forces erupted