Barely resurrected before taking a savage beating from his prime-aged self, Madara Uchiha suddenly felt a flicker of understanding, as though his original ideals were calling him to account.
This younger version of himself was spirited and arrogant, the light in his eyes never once extinguished, so dazzling that it was hard to look away.
Yet the more admirable and upright this version of himself was, the more wretched he made his present self look-eroded by time, his convictions shaken.
Elderly Madara had a wealth of experience. Those extra decades had not been lived in vain. He quickly shook off his daze and curled his lips into a contemptuous sneer.
"You're afraid of me."
Shingetsu Madara's eyes widened slightly as the words struck a nerve. That momentary lapse was all Resurrected Madara needed to counterattack.
Four Limbo Clones coordinated with his real body, raining down attacks like a furious storm, every bit as violent as the pain and hatred in his heart.
They were clearly the same person, so why was this particular version of himself the one who got to fulfill his dreams and embrace happiness?
"I am you. In my place, you would have ended up on the same doomed path!"
Resurrected Madara sneered.
"You were simply luckier than me."
Jealousy blazed within him. At the same time, the Madara from Shingetsu's World was utterly enraged, his burning red eyes brimming with murderous intent, like a beast poised to devour its prey.
Seeing both Madaras ready to fight to the death, Shingetsu truly panicked. She hurriedly urged Hiruzen Sarutobi:
"Quick, turn into Uncle Hashirama!"
Monkey shook his head, his face puckering like a bitter melon.
"In a situation like this, even Teacher Hashirama himself couldn't talk them down!"
"You don't understand."
Shingetsu put on an air of solemn