Seeing the figure on the light screen in the sky, the Third Tsuchikage Onoki's weathered face instantly turned pale.
The figure within the curtain of light triggered an instinctual fear.
This was someone who had left a scar deep within his memory—one that never fully healed.
"There's no mistaking it... that man... it's Uchiha Madara."
Onoki's voice trembled as he spoke.
Sweat formed on his wrinkled forehead, dripping slowly down his cheek.
Uchiha Madara.
The name struck a chilling chord in the hearts of the Rock Shinobi around him.
This was a name etched into the annals of ninja history.
The only man to ever go toe-to-toe with the God of Shinobi, Senju Hashirama.
Had Hashirama not lacked ambition, if he had joined forces with Madara, they would have easily ruled the entire ninja world.
Back when Konohagakure had just been founded, it was at its peak.
The alliance of Senju and Uchiha—Hashirama and Madara—created a dominance that was unmatched.
When they eventually clashed in the Valley of the End, the entire world watched, hoping for mutual destruction.
The battle was legendary. Hashirama emerged victorious, but not without suffering great loss.
Because Madara sought power. Hashirama sought peace.
Even during Madara's early visit to Iwagakure, Onoki, still young at the time, had met him.
He had been utterly defeated, leaving him psychologically scarred.
A shadow that loomed even decades later.
"Tsuchikage-sama, is that really him?"
"Yes. That's Uchiha Madara."
"But... shouldn't he be long dead?" one shinobi muttered.
Onoki narrowed his eyes.
"Look carefully. His eyes... they lack the haze of death. This is the result of Impure World Reincarnation—a forbidden technique developed by the Second Hokage."
The implications were horrifying.
Not only had someone found Madara's remains, but they had also resurrected him with enough finesse to preserve his free will.
Onoki's gut twisted.
Only one man could match Madara before—Hashirama.
But Hashirama was dead. Who could stop Madara now?
The balance of the world was hanging by a thread.
Within the light curtain, Madara grinned with dark amusement.
"Yo... people of the shinobi world. I, Uchiha Madara, have returned.
From this moment forward, abandon any thoughts of peace."
Zetsu smirked beside him.
"Master Madara, your voice is now heard across the world."
"Excellent. Let the whole world remember why they feared the name Madara."
Back in Konohagakure, Tsunade, Kushina, and Mikoto stood on the rooftop of the Hokage Building, eyes locked on the sky.
Behind them, Konoha shinobi were assembling rapidly.
The Uchiha among them stared wide-eyed, unable to look away.
This was their patriarch, the founder of their legacy—Uchiha Madara.
In the early days, he had established a truce with Senju Hashirama, founding Konoha together.
Now, resurrected by Impure World Reincarnation, he had returned not as a savior, but as a harbinger of chaos.
Mikoto's brow furrowed.
"So it's really him... Uchiha Madara. Brought back with Edo Tensei..."
The pieces began to fit together.
This was the "little mouse" Kurama had sensed earlier.
Tsunade clicked her tongue.
"Little mouse? Hmph. That bastard Kurama actually called Madara Uchiha a mouse? He's got some nerve."
Even so, she trusted Kurama.
She had clashed with him once. His strength defied logic—even Hashirama's.
Hashirama's limits were known to her.
Kurama's? Utterly unknown.
Kushina, Mikoto, and Tsunade exchanged calm, confident looks.
"Kurama-sama will deal with him. This is going to be... entertaining."
But beyond their inner circle, anxiety buzzed among the rest of Konoha's shinobi.
Nara Shikaku stepped forward.
"Fourth Lady, Fifth Lady... Uchiha Madara may be coming for us."
Kushina, now the Fourth Hokage, and Tsunade, the Fifth, exchanged glances.
Tsunade nodded.
"Relax. Kurama will take care of it."
Shikaku hesitated but nodded.
If they trusted Kurama, he would, too.
Outside the Hokage Tower, Konoha was in full alert mode.
Might Dai, White Fang Hatake Sakumo, Kakashi, Rin, Choza Akimichi, Inoichi Yamanaka, Hizashi Hyuga—every veteran and elite was ready.
Outside the village walls, Orochimaru watched the light screen above.
A flicker of amusement crossed his serpent-like face.
"Well, well... so someone beat me to Madara's corpse. Impressive work with Edo Tensei."
He licked his lips slowly.
"The world still has some fascinating minds left."
Back inside Konoha, Kurama chuckled as he saw the live broadcast.
So Madara wanted to stream his comeback?
What would he do? Announce world domination? Start a podcast?
Kurama grinned.
This would be interesting.
Throughout the shinobi world, tension rippled.
Madara, no longer bound by death, had become a godlike threat.
In the sky, his expression grew serious.
"Ninja of the world, listen up.
I am searching for a man. His name is Kurama. He resides in Konohagakure.
To the Konoha shinobi: Tell him not to defy me. Or I will not only destroy him... but I will raze your entire village."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Then, chaos.
The world reeled.
"Kurama? Who's that?"
"Why is Madara calling out an unknown name?"
"He's bluffing. Just wants a reason to attack Konoha."
Speculation surged across the nations.
But in Konoha, the impact was seismic.
Every shinobi who had seen Kurama in action understood:
This wouldn't be a battle. It would be a storm.
And the eye of that storm was approaching fast.
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