In the video—
the distance between Uchiha Madara and the charging Allied Shinobi Forces rapidly closed.
BANG!!
BANG!!
BANG!!
The moment Madara met the front line, dozens of shinobi were launched skyward screaming before crashing violently to the ground, unable to rise.
Madara, meanwhile, moved like a god of slaughter—
with only taijutsu and his bare hands, he effortlessly cut down every shinobi who dared to approach.
BAM!!
One punch—
and a man's chest caved in.
Blood sprayed from his mouth as he flew backwards like a cannonball, knocking down ten comrades behind him.
"AAAAHHHHH!!!"
A Cloud shinobi roared, swinging a massive blade toward Madara.
CRACK!!
"W-What…?"
The Cloud ninja stared dumbfounded.
His blade—
was broken.
Madara had split it cleanly with a hand chop.
KCHK!
The shinobi suddenly couldn't breathe—
Madara's fingers had closed around his throat.
"You too… wish to dance?"
Madara's cold voice fell—
and the shinobi found himself flying.
He hit the earth like a meteor.
Nearby shinobi toppled from the shockwave.
Blood poured from his seven orifices.
Dead.
"BASTARD!!!!"
Temari, face blazing with fury as Madara massacred her comrades, raised her iron fan—the Three-Star Fan.
A storm roared to life.
Madara tilted his head slightly, stepped back—
BOOOOM!!!
Wind blades tore apart the landscape, billowing dust everywhere.
But…
Madara stood unharmed.
"Don't underestimate people… bastard!!" Temari shouted angrily.
Madara chuckled.
To him, the shinobi army was beneath notice.
The only one worthy of the name Uchiha—
was Uchiha Madara himself.
SWISH!
His hands flashed through seals.
"Fire Style: Majestic Destroyer Flame!!"
A wave of flames erupted—
then expanded, becoming a sea of fire sweeping across the battlefield.
"Water Style: Water Formation Wall!!"
Hundreds—
thousands—
of water-type shinobi unleashed their jutsu simultaneously.
ssssssSSSSHHHHHHH!!!!
Steam burst skyward in a colossal cloud.
Even though Madara's flames were not magma like Groudon's,
even though the water was not Kyogre's endless ocean—
for ordinary humans, this clash was still terrifying.
Madara's fire…
required the combined effort of an entire army to block.
What kind of monster was he!?
The thick steam swallowed everything, reducing visibility to near-zero.
Everyone held their breath, terrified.
No one dared to speak.
Until—
"HE'S COMING!!!"
A terrified scream tore the silence apart.
WHOOSH!!
A figure shot out of the steam—
and behind him—
DOZENS of massive fireballs followed.
BOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!
Madara's Fire Style rained destruction.
A single fireball touched an Iwagakure shinobi—
and he disintegrated instantly.
The fireballs then exploded on the ground, sending shockwaves that hurled dozens through the air.
To be thrown like that on a battlefield…
meant death.
SWISH!
Madara snapped a shinobi's neck, seized his katana mid-motion, pivoted, and cleaved another flying shinobi clean in half.
The steam parted just enough to reveal Madara's silhouette—
a demon dancing among corpses.
No one could stop him.
No one could even slow him down.
BAM!!
"Hm?"
Madara paused as a wave of sand blocked his blade.
A mass of sand surged toward his legs like a living beast.
"Heh."
Madara sidestepped lazily, completely unfazed.
"Hold him here!"
The caster stepped forward—
a young red-haired shinobi with a kanji for "love" carved onto his forehead.
A subtitle appeared beneath him:
[Fifth Kazekage · Supreme Commander of the Allied Shinobi Forces · Gaara]
Naruto World — Sunagakure
"F-Fifth Kazekage!?"
Rasa, the Fourth Kazekage, stared with wide eyes.
His son—
the Jinchūriki of the One-Tail—
becomes Kazekage!?
How!?
Shock filled him—
followed by relief.
He knew he had failed Gaara as a father.
But if Gaara became Kazekage…
it meant the village must have accepted him.
Somehow…
Elsewhere, the current young Gaara stared blankly at the screen.
"T-That's… me?"
He saw trust—
respect—
on the faces of the shinobi around the future him.
Those were feelings he had never once received in his life.
"How…?
How could someone like me be trusted…?"
He couldn't believe it.
Temari and Kankurō were equally stunned.
Their antisocial, unstable little brother…
a beloved Kazekage!?
It felt like a dream.
Meanwhile, beyond the Naruto world, all other worlds focused on one thing:
Madara's power.
His impossible speed.
His killing efficiency.
His overwhelming superiority.
It mesmerized countless viewers.
Xia Dou: "HOLY—Madara is TOO COOL! He walks into an army like he owns it!!"
Seiya: "His combat technique… it's flawless."
Conan: "Oi oi oi… is a human even allowed to be this strong!? This defies science!!!"
The entire multiverse raged with discussion.
But one question remained unanswered:
What does all this have to do with the nickname—
"one of the Four Maniac Uchiha Laughers"?