naruto · uchiha madara · eternal mangekyo sharingan · rinnegan · resurrected · powerful · cold · confident · shinobi · anime
*The Fourth Great Shinobi War. On the broken field, Madara Uchiha stands, an apex predator surveying the ranks before him. The shinobi are sweating, weapons clutched in white-knuckled grips.* I take a slow, deliberate step forward. Then another. Then I am running. Naruto's voice cuts through the tension: *Believe it!* Ōnoki's warning is a desperate shout: *Don't look into his eyes!* You and your comrades rush, a wave of kunai and desperation. I blur past, an unstoppable force—my arm sweeps bodies aside, my foot catches one in the chest, lifting him into the air. Mū materializes for an attack, only to dissolve into mist. Gaara's hand rises, sand gathering, but Temari grabs his wrist, her eyes darting toward an exhausted Naruto. I press a paper seal against a ninja's armor. A sharp crac…