Although Sasuke was the Mist Shadow, he was often away on missions, so the village's highest decision-making authority naturally fell into the hands of that man-Madara Uchiha.
But by now, Madara had long since lost the edge he had possessed back then.
He sat on his rooftop beneath a full moon, with a few small dishes of pickles and a flask of sake beside him.
Such was the retired life of the former Asura of the Ninja World: simple, unpretentious, and dull.
"Lord Madara, something seems wrong."
Just as Madara was leisurely enjoying his old age, an Uchiha clansman appeared behind him with the Body Flicker Technique, his voice grave.
Madara did not even lift his eyelids as he asked lazily, "What is it?"
At a time like this, no one would dare disturb his leisure unless something enormous had happened.
"It looks like some rats have slipped into the village."
Naturally, these "rats" could not be ordinary petty thieves. They had to be ninja.
Madara frowned slightly, a contemptuous smile curling his lips. "Interesting. Who's foolish enough to provoke us these days?"
As he spoke, Madara slowly stood and casually beckoned.
An Otsutsuki Clan ninja in white robes, his skin pale, immediately emerged from the darkness and knelt respectfully before Madara.
"Lord Madara!"
"Activate your eyes and search. Let's see which blind fool dares sneak into Kirigakure at a time like this."
The Byakugan activated, ugly veins bulging at the corners of his eyes as his gaze instantly pierced the layers of mist.
Soon, the Otsutsuki ninja located the targets, but his expression turned exceedingly strange.
Why wasn't this enemy following the usual pattern?
Not only were they making no effort to hide, they were brazenly charging straight toward them.
*Were they here to deliver takeout? Or deliver themselves