I am Uchiha Madara, Shura in the ninja world, a legend in the era of dancing with Senju Hashirama.
When I opened my eyes again, I became Konohamaru, the grandson of Hiruzen Sarutobi, a top performer in the ninja school.
The peace in Konoha is ridiculous; the training in the ninja school is child's play.
The Nine-Tails Jinchuuriki is longing for recognition, the Uchiha orphan is suppressing hatred, and my "grandfather" is still nourishing weakness with gentleness.
They didn't know what a terrifying soul lived in this young body.
Hashirama, look at how all these things you cherish will bloom into a different flower of "peace" in the palm of my hand.
