“Yondaime…” his voice trailed off into a whisper. It appeared that no matter how dire the predicament was, he’d reappear. Then again, the Uchiha was in no placement for judgement for he haunted throughout the eras. “If you think you can make me hostile, you’re mistaken. I’m not here to create mere chaos.” He defended himself, crossing his arms over his chest. Albeit, coming from him, the embodiment of chaos, it deemed false. After the recent war, he set a path of atonement. Even though he was reassured that no deed could completely erase what he’d done.
