I’ve succumbed at last to the deadly wound inflicted by Tobirama Senju at the battlefield. It pained my heart to leave my elder brother alone, yet the wound was lethal - I’ve lost too much blood.

The passage of time is a peculiar experience indeed. One moment I’m lying in the futon, wrapped in bandages and Madara crying over me… another, I find myself reincarnated into a small… thing.

What’s worse - there’s a person holding me in its palm, like a damned cockroach.

“What the hell are you looking at, punk?!”