"This is Sasori..."
"This is Rena..."
"This is Hexiang..."
"This is Leizi..."
"This is Konan..."
"This is Yahiko..."
Muye followed Madara Uchiha's gaze.
Ice-blue snowlight shone on the chest, shoulders, and broad sleeves of the magnificent purple robes.
In an instant, the radiance condensed from ice and snow spread across the purple fabric like ripples, then vanished into the air.
"Madara, everyone has a name, you know. They're all people from the Shinobi World in different timelines." Beads of ice formed on the Purple-Clad Woman's exquisite face. Her smile was loving, but her words held a cruel truth.
As Muye looked at his beautiful ancestor, an overwhelming sense of regret struck him. He could not help quietly taking a step back.
Why hadn't I just stayed on standby and waited for Mother's support?
I knew perfectly well that both Father and my ancestor possessed power beyond comprehension.
If only I'd run away with Silver Moon just now...
Instinct had driven Muye to chase after them without regard for his own safety, leaving him trapped in the worst possible situation.
At this point.
Escape was no longer possible!
"What... are you talking about?" Madara Uchiha looked calmly at the Purple-Clad Woman, narrowing his eyes slightly.
The Purple-Clad Woman spread her arms with easy grace and smiled. "Everyone made their own choice. They're all very happy."
A freezing wind swept over the three of them.
The scent of ice filled their nostrils.
Icicles glittered with crystalline light beneath the blue glow.
The masses around them lay piled up like corpses.
And the two asuras stood atop the peaks of the icebergs.
The Purple-Clad Woman shrugged, placed both hands over her heart, and laughed. "Sasori became the 'Puppeteer System.' He can provide his host with puppetry knowledge, from beginner Puppeteer to Special-Class