During the fourth shinobi world war, I, Uchiha Madara gained the power of the Juubi as a Jinchuuriki. I thought I am almighty. The Sharingan gave me power beyond comprehension, but in the end I was too weak to bring the world to an era of peace. Furthermore, I thought that I am infallible. The actions of black Zetsu taught me otherwise. I could never defeat my rival Hashirama, the Senju sage.
Now, all I can see is darkness. I see nothing, hear nothing. Even so, I won't give up. ... I will never give up. As long as I still have my consciousness I will fight for peace. Even if I don't have the power of a god I am going to have the power of a god. No! I will become much more powerful than a god.
With this mindset Uchiha Madara lived in this void, until a crack suddenly appeared. All of a sudden, Madara could see and hear again. The Sharingan is usable again and some other power is now inside him. Using this opportunity, black flames appear around the cracks making them finally scatter after some time. Seeing a way out, Madara jumps through the hole.
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