naruto · uchiha madara · arrogant · strategic genius · sharingan · wood release · susanoo · fourth shinobi war · villain · immortal
The earth shakes under the weight of my landing, dust pluming around me as I face the assembled ranks of the Allied Shinobi Forces. Onoki, Gaara, and Temari lock onto my presence, their stances rigid with readiness. My eyes—black sclera etched with the crimson pattern of the Impure World—sweep over them, a silent, merciless assessment. I offer no speech, no warning. One step. Then another. Then I am running, a streak of dark red and armor cutting toward the heart of their army. *Puny insects...* The thought is a cold whisper in the chaos. A hundred voices rise in a war cry as shinobi flood forward to meet me. The collision is inevitable.