Meanwhile, deeply hidden by the sea of White Zetsu, spacial fluctuations appeared, and moments later, a masked man emerged from a spiral pattern in midair and landed next to Madara and Hashirama.

“Took you long enough, Obito. What in the world is going on here?”

Obito clicked his tongue in annoyance at Madara’s commanding tone but started talking nonetheless.

“Let’s just say that the birth of a certain young woman messed up around half of what we had planned for the future.”

Naturally, Madara instantly knew who Obito was talking about as the image of a madly grinning woman with red hair popped up in his mind.

“Tell me what exactly happened.”

Optio was just about to start speaking when a thin water wire cut through an army of White Zetsu like they were made of paper, quickly followed by a white sea of flames that burnt an equal amount of them to ashes.

“Shit, no time for storytime. The other monsters are here already.”

“Other? There are more than these two!?”

Obito really wanted to curse himself for letting that info slip. The less time they spent talking, the more leisure they had in reactivating the Gedo Mazo, and here he was blabbering nonsense.

“They are not on the same level but monstrous nonetheless. Anyway, we have no time, so let’s hurry up with our plan, or it will actually fail.”

As soon as Obito finished speaking, some of the White Zetsu cells that were replacing his right side flowed into Madara, allowing him to restore himself to at least some degree.

The duo’s eyes landed on Hashirma, who was still lying motionless on the ground while stealthily trying to gather some Natural Energy. However, as soon as the duo’s eyes landed on him, a wry smile appeared on his face.

“Too bad, I was hoping I could pull something off while you were stuck in your drama. Oh well, I might disagree with whatever you are plotting, but I still wish you good luck, not as a shinobi but as your friend.”

Madara hesitated for a split second before regathering his resolve and smashed a seal-covered hand into Hashirama’s chest. He might not be as proficient as an Uzumaki, but sealing an unmoving body away was no big deal for him.

“Shut up, you sentimental fool!”

“HAHAHA, SEE YOU IN THE PURE LAND, MADARA!!!”

Madara clicked his tongue at Hashirama’s annoying personality and focused back on Obito.

“Can it be reactivated?”

Obito couldn’t help but grit his teeth when he heard Madara’s question. After all, the collection involved a lot of failures.

“We failed to fully capture the Ichibi, Hachibi, and Kyuubi. We have most of the Nanabi and have the remaining beasts fully captured.”

Madara couldn’t help but frown when he heard Obito’s summary. Frankly, that was pathetic. He could see why there was some trouble capturing the Kyuubi since he himself couldn’t do it in his current state, but how in the world did they even manage to fail in capturing the Ichibi?

Madara glanced to his left and spotted the Ichibi’s Jinchuuriki standing in the middle of the battlefield, flooding everything with sand.

‘Should I capture him right now and add him into the Gedo Mazo?’

Madara chuckled at his own idle thoughts and dusted off his clothes.

“Well then, do it, Obito. For peace.”

“For peace. Kuchiose no jutsu.”

Suddenly, a gigantic smoke explosion occurred, and an eardrum-rending roar echoed over the battlefield.

Before anyone could realize what was happening, a creature whose size could only be described as titanic appeared on the battlefield, scaring the lives out of anyone present.

While Kurama’s hundred-meter tall form was imposing, this creature was on a totally different level as it easily towered over a kilometer tall. Each of his two hands was easily taller than a fully grown Bijuu, and it had a menacingly-looking single eye centered above a colossal mouth that could easily swallow something of Kurama’s size.

If anyone still had any doubts about the identity of the titanic beast, it had ten tails chaotically swinging behind it, leaving no doubt about its identity: The Juubi.

The shinobi present couldn’t help but blanch when they saw the colossal beast. They had already lost morale when forcing Madara’s 100-meter tall Susanoo, and now they were supposed to attack something ten times its size? No matter how they looked at it, that was impossible.

Meanwhile, the Kage couldn’t help but be in disbelief when they saw the monstrosity before them. They were told about the Juubi and supposedly knew most of the relevant information about it, but they never expected its size to be this extravagant.

Even Naruto could only look at the giant creature in shock. He was more prepared than anybody else to face what was about to come, but when he saw the Bijuu’s real form, he couldn’t help but have some doubts about this whole situation.

‘Was it really a smart thing to allow them to summon this monster? Can we really fight and win against it? With this kind of size, even nee-san should feel at least a little shocked, right?’

Naruto glanced at Yuna and almost soiled his pants when he saw her facial expression. He had never seen Yuna make such a crazy face before, nor did he believe it was possible to display so many extreme emotions simultaneously.

Excitement, greed, battle, thirst, joy, and most importantly: pride. Pride in who she was and what she is sure she will become. All of that was somehow discernable on her face.

And moments later, Yuna started cackling in glee as she eyed the Juubi like it was a juice piece of meat.

‘You should have told me about this, Kurama.’

Huh? ABout what?

‘That the Juubi is entirely made out of malicious Natural Energy.’

Is that of any importance?

‘Of course, it is you, dummy. Do you know what we called a being like this in my previous life?’

Although Kurama had digested a lot of information about Yuna’s previous life by now, this wasn’t one of them, so he only shook his head, resulting in a face-splitting grin appearing on Yuna’s face.

“IT’S A TREASURE OF HEAVEN AND EARTH!!! THANKS FOR THE MEAL!!!”