Just Needed To Solidify My Rant, Absolute Apologizes If This Theme Is Oversaturated, But I Needed To

Just needed to solidify my rant, absolute apologizes if this theme is oversaturated, but I needed to speak up because I remembered the absolute idiocy that Naruto's ending is.

Let's be real.

Kaguya's arrival is the WORST plot twist of Naruto.

It was all about ninja, philosophy, and the cycle of hatred, and then out of nowhere — aliens. It felt like Kishimoto suddenly realized he needed a "bigger" final boss but had already made Madara too OP, so he just threw in Kaguya as a "gotcha" moment.

Madara had decades of build-up. He represented everything wrong with the shinobi system: the endless wars, the obsession with power, the never-ending cycle of revenge. He was literally the final test of Naruto's ideology. And then — nope, just kidding! Black Zetsu was using him as a pawn for literally thousands of years to revive Kaguya, who has no real personal motivation beyond "mY cHaKrA."

Kaguya wasn't even interesting. She barely spoke, had no personal connection to the main cast, and her fights were just "teleport to a new dimension, spam crazy jutsu, repeat." At least Madara made his fights fun.

Honestly, it would’ve been way more satisfying if Madara had fused with the God Tree or something and he was the final boss. But nope, aliens.

This is so pointless...

Like imagine the perfect ending of Naruto.

Imagine Madara lying there, defeated but not in some cheap "backstabbed by Zetsu" way — truly defeated in battle. He’s staring up at the sky, battered, his legendary power finally failing him. And in those last moments, as he reflects on everything — the wars, the betrayals, the endless cycle of hatred — he whispers:

"Hashirama… was I wrong… after all?..."

And just as he fades, he sees Hashirama’s ghost (not literally, but like a vision in his mind) smiling at him, as if saying, "You finally understand."

That single line would’ve hit so hard. It wouldn’t erase all the pain he caused, but it would humanize him even more. It would show that, at the very end, he finally questions if his way was right. Not some alien’s pawn. Not some chakra puppet. Just a man who tried, failed, and wondered if there was another way.

THAT is how you close Madara’s story. Not by having him get played by Black Zetsu like an absolute clown

Madara fades away, his vision going black… and then, he opens his eyes. He’s standing in a vast, peaceful meadow — the same place where he and Hashirama used to meet as kids. The river flows quietly, the trees rustle in the breeze. It’s eerily silent.

And then, standing there, arms crossed, a familiar voice:

"Took you long enough, you stubborn fool."

Madara turns, and there’s Hashirama, just watching him. Not angry. Not smug. Just… there. Waiting.

Madara, for the first time in forever, feels small. He clenches his fists, looks away, then — gritting his teeth — mutters:

"I really was a fool, huh?"

Hashirama sighs, stepping closer. "You always were. But you were my friend first."

For a moment, they just stand there, the weight of their entire lives hanging in the air. And then—Hashirama smirks.

"So… rematch?"

Madara blinks, then lets out a genuine laugh. A real, deep laugh, the kind he hasn’t had in decades. He rolls his shoulders, a spark of life returning to his eyes.

"Hah! You’d better not hold back this time, Hashirama."

The two charge at each other one last time, not as enemies, not as warriors — just as two boys who once dreamed of peace.

THAT should’ve been Madara’s ending.