Madara’s Sharingan spun slightly, the scarlet pupils reflecting a desolate battlefield from the depths of his memory.
It was a land with nothing, the sky a sickly dark red, as if torn apart by some power.
There was no trace of life on the cracked earth, only endless dust drifting in the wind.
In the distance, mountain peaks sliced in half like the tombstones of giants, silently recounting the fierce battles that had taken place here.
And in the center of that ruin stood an indescribable monster.
It had ten twisted tails, each as massive as a mountain range, covered in bizarre scales and protruding bone spurs.
When those tails swung, the air was compressed, creating deafening explosions, and the ground shattered like fragile glass.
The monster’s body was like a moving fortress, its skin covered in writhing black patterns that twisted and changed as if alive.
Most horrifying was its enormous single eye—the dark red pupil nested within nine tomoe, coldly overlooking all things in the world.
Madara could feel that in that dream, he was standing on top of the monster.
Except compared to himself, his body had cracks, as if from Edo Tensei, and his eyes…
The wind blew his long hair, and beside him, there seemed to be another figure—blurry, but exuding a familiar chakra.
Together, they controlled this monster, like wielding a natural disaster.
And opposite the monster, a golden Nine-Tails fox let out an unyielding roar.
Unlike its usual appearance, this golden Nine-Tails was not made of flesh and blood but was composed of a mass of golden chakra.
Its golden aura burned fiercely, its nine tails spread out, adopting its strongest combat stance.
However, even this Nine-Tails was constantly retreating under the monster’s pressure.
A single tail of the Ten-Tails swept past.
The golden Nine-Tails barely managed to leap and dodge, but was hit from the side by another tail.
The sound of cracking bones was clear.
One tail was forcibly torn off, and the broken tail scattered into fragments of golden chakra.
The Nine-Tails let out a cry of pain but still bared its fangs and pounced again.
Madara saw that in the dream, the one controlling the Nine-Tails was none other than his current son, Naruto Uzumaki.
Except at this time, Naruto was completely enveloped in a coat of golden chakra, his eyes displaying fox-like vertical pupils.
Madara, on top of the Ten-Tails’ head, seemed to look down on Naruto.
He raised his hand, and the Ten-Tails’ single eye immediately gathered world-destroying energy.
A blinding beam of light pierced heaven and earth, and the golden Nine-Tails’ figure gradually dissipated in the light…
The scene returned to the seal space, and the water surface suddenly began to churn violently.
The Nine-Tails’ tails tensed involuntarily.
It stared at Madara, lost in thought, a rare look of seriousness on its foxy face.
“Old man, did you perhaps dream of the Ten-Tails?”
“Ten-Tails?”
Images from ancient texts he had perused flashed through his mind.
As the clan head of the Uchiha, he was privy to countless secrets, yet he had never encountered any mention of the “Ten-Tails” in any literature.
All records clearly stated that there were only nine Tailed Beasts in the world.
Faced with Madara’s confusion, the Nine-Tails hesitated.
The Nine-Tails’ claws unconsciously scratched the water surface, creating ripples.
As the most powerful of the Tailed Beasts, it deeply understood the importance of this secret.
For thousands of years, humans had constantly hunted the Tailed Beasts for power.
If they were to learn that the nine Tailed Beasts were originally one…
It glanced at Madara’s scarlet Sharingan, then thought of the being imprisoned on the moon.
Finally, the Nine-Tails spoke.
“…Legend says, the progenitor of chakra, the original form of the nine Tailed Beasts.”
A peculiar light flashed in Madara’s eyes.
“Oh? How so?”
The Nine-Tails snorted, its tail slapping the water surface impatiently.
“I don’t know much either. I only heard some things from the old Sage of Six Paths.”
“The Ten-Tails is the combined form of all nine of us Tailed Beasts, and its original body possesses the power to destroy the world. The Sage of Six Paths sealed it into his own body and divided the chakra into us, the nine Tailed Beasts you’re familiar with.”
Madara gazed thoughtfully into the distance.
“So… in my dream, someone and I were controlling the Ten-Tails?”
The water surface suddenly exploded.
The Nine-Tails stood up abruptly, all the fur on its body standing on end.
“Who knows? But if someone could control the Ten-Tails, then besides the old Sage of Six Paths, there would probably only be…”
Its words trailed off, its foxy eyes narrowing slightly, as if contemplating something.
Madara stared at it.
“Only what?”
The Nine-Tails’ ears twitched a few times, and it finally shook its head.
“No, nothing. I’m probably just overthinking things.”
It didn’t say the name—Kaguya Ōtsutsuki.
If it was really that person, then this world would probably be finished.
Madara snorted.
“Speaking in riddles, not your style.”
The Nine-Tails grinned, its sharp fangs glinting coldly.
“What? The great Uchiha Madara, actually caring so much about a dream? Could it be that you’re getting old and sentimental?”
Blue Susanoo materialized instantly, and its massive fist slammed down with a whistling sound.
The Nine-Tails agilely jumped away, the spot it had been standing on blasted into a huge crater.
“Looks like that punch was too light,” Madara said coldly.
The Nine-Tails immediately adopted a defensive stance, its nine tails spreading out like a screen.
“Whoa whoa! I’m just telling the truth!”
Madara didn’t continue to pursue the attack.
Instead, he retracted his Susanoo and turned to walk towards the depths of the seal space.
Seeing Madara’s back, the Nine-Tails said, “It’s just a dream anyway. It can’t be real. Taking a dream so seriously, that’s not like you.”
Madara didn’t pay attention to the Nine-Tails’ words and just kept walking.
A dream?
With that feeling of reality, Madara didn’t think it was a dream.
If he hadn’t suddenly woken up and realized he was still in the seal space, Madara would have thought that was reality.
Moreover, the name Ten-Tails had a strange sense of familiarity to Madara.
It was as if he had a plan that was to be carried out with the Ten-Tails as its core.
The increasingly agitated Madara clicked his tongue.
Although he didn’t want to admit it, he knew better than anyone that the reason he was agitated wasn’t the Ten-Tails, nor those lost memories.
It was that in the dream, he had actually tried to hurt Naruto.
Madara had already decided that it was best if this was just a dream.
Otherwise, even if the opponent was an Edo Tensei version of himself.
He was dead meat!
Finally, in a place where no one knew, Madara made a fierce resolution.
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