Darkness descended upon the world. At that moment, even that room held not a glimmer of light.
But to Danzo, all of this was nothing more than Naruto's final struggle.
"Playtime is over."
Danzo walked up to the room and shoved the door open, eager to see the Jinchūriki panic.
After all, how strong could a six-and-a-half-year-old child's mind be?
As the door opened, Danzo's Mangekyō caught sight of a pair of scarlet lights.
"So you've come."
A deep, commanding voice rang in Danzo's ears.
He felt as though he had heard this voice somewhere as a child.
But why was there someone in the Jinchūriki's mental world?
Had he taken a wrong turn between the mental world and the Sealing Space?
"Where is Naruto Uzumaki?"
Danzo watched the man before him warily. Through the darkness, he made out an extremely old suit of armor that seemed to date back to the First's era.
"Heh."
The world brightened. Light shone in from outside, and with its return, Danzo could get a better look at the man's face.
"No, who the hell are you?!!!"
Danzo had initially thought this might be a contingency left by the Fourth, but as that familiar sense of déjà vu struck him, things seemed less simple than he had imagined.
After all, if the Fourth's contingency could make the Nine-Tails lie before a man like a dog, he would not have died.
Kurama: I was just lying down!!!
Here it comes! Finally, this line.
"Ahem."
"My name is Madara Uchiha, one of Konoha's founders."
Madara raised his head, his handsome, defiant face battering Danzo's reason.
"You've got to be kidding!"
A drop of cold sweat ran down Danzo's forehead.
Madara Uchiha? That Asura of the Ninja World?
Why was he here?
*Wasn't he supposed to be