Naruto: I am Uchiha Shirou

"At the peak of the Shinobi World, only you and I remain!"

With a domineering voice echoing across the battlefield, the figure of Sage of Six Paths Madara gradually appeared at the center.

His long white hair fluttered in the wind, grasping the staff of Truth-Seeking Balls, nine orbs circling him, his arms and legs turning black, wielding the Sage's staff with the bearing of a king.

"Uchiha Shirou!"

At this moment, Sage Madara shouted excitedly. Looking back at the entire century of the Shinobi World and especially at Hashirama's shocked expression in the distance, he couldn't help but laugh wildly.

"Hashirama! In the end, between the Senju and Uchiha, it was still the Uchiha who won!"

At this moment, Madara laughed ecstatically, releasing a century's worth of pent-up emotion he had kept in his heart.

Establishing Konoha and leaving his home in loneliness, returning and being defeated by Hashirama—each event weighed upon his heart as unresolved regret.

And Tobirama, that annoying white-haired guy—even if you calculated everything, in the end, he still won.

In Madara's eyes, Shirou was not just a person, but also the inheritor of his own will from his former years, almost like his former self.

So, in the end, all victories were his!