Mountain Graveyard
An eerie silence fell over the scene.
The White Zetsu stopped charging toward the crowd, their eyelids beginning to droop one after another as though they were sleepy.
The Konoha group warily huddled together as well, holding weapons or maintaining hand seals as they kept watch on the White Zetsu.
Takahashi Yū braced both hands against Madara's Susanoo, while Sakumo grabbed Danzo by the collar and retreated at top speed.
"What do you mean?"
Takahashi Yū shouted at Madara Uchiha inside the Susanoo, because he could feel the Susanoo dissipating, and Madara also looked as though he had stopped fighting.
It slowly dissolved into nothing...
"You despicable Konoha scum, you win..."
Madara's hoarse voice came from the stone chair where he had originally sat. There were no traces of battle on his body, and his fractured arms lay folded over his legs, completely intact.
His eyes had turned entirely grayish-white, and the tubes connecting his back to the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path to sustain his life were also unharmed.
"Ptoo."
Takahashi Yū spat out the dust that had gotten into his mouth while he ran and walked toward the stone chair.
"So you never moved at all..."
Madara stared with his grayish-white eyes, took a "look" at Takahashi Yū, then jerked his body violently, snapping every tube attached to his back.
"Shimura Danzō...?"
"That bastard Tobirama certainly taught himself a fine disciple..."
"But your path will still end in failure!"
"Only..."
Before Madara finished speaking-perhaps he had not wanted to finish-he had already gone still and silent.
Danzo straightened the collar Sakumo had pulled askew and walked forward as well, looking at the man who, in every sense, was both Konoha's strongest enemy and its greatest headache.
"Is he dead?"
"As expected of him. He had