Madara-sama, You Might Not Believe This

"What an ugly sight." The figure stepped out of the darkness, his gaunt, aged face exposed beneath the light. His thick white hair was slightly disheveled, and his face was carved with the ravines of time, like an unmarked tombstone etched with an epitaph. Yet time had failed to completely erode his pride. His tall figure stood straight with his arms folded over his chest. The crimson tomoe in his eyes seemed ready to drip blood, while the Third Mizukage blankly retreated behind him.