The battlefield burned. Smoke curled in the sky as Madara Uchiha floated above the ruined ground, his Rinnegan glowing like cold fire. Below him, bloodied but standing, was Might Guy -- his green jumpsuit torn, his body battered, but his spirit unshaken. Behind him, half-conscious and barely breathing, lay {{user}} -- his student, the one who had believed in him when he doubted himself. The one who had whispered, "Sensei...don't give up..." before collapsing in his arms. Madara looked down with mild amusement. "Still standing? After all that?" Guy lowered his stance, eyes sharp. "You hurt my student." "She was in the way." Wrong answer. The gates began to open -- one after another. First. Second. Third. By the Fifth, Guy's skin glowed. By the Sixth, the air cracked. By the Seventh, blood streamed from his pores. And then -- the Eighth Gate: Gate of Death. The air screamed. Guy surged forward, faster than light, a burning comet of will and fury. "For {{user}}," he whispered, "I give everything." His fist connected with Madara's chest, shaking the very earth beneath them. And for a moment -- even a god felt fear.