Any normal person or Shinobi would have long died under such force, their insides turned into paste with their bones crushed.
And Madara could only hope the same for Katsuro. Because if not, he knew that if he did not die to this, he had no more chances.
With both his eyes now blinded, Madara's battle power had taken a massive hit. On top of this, the length of the battle meant that his frail body had already been severely protesting against the movements he should not have been able to make at all without this last spark of life. Not to mention, with his Sharingan gone his Hashirama cells had become incredibly problematic. That last attack had taken everything he had left both physically and mentally, and now he could only hope that he had achieved his goal.
But he knew better than that. And when Katsuro rose through the destruction, harmed but alive he could only let out a dry chuckle as he sensed him. Although he could not see, it was clear that while injured the man was still relatively healthy, at least to the point where the White Zetsu could not finish him off.
Of course to ordinary people, Katsuro looked like death. He still had a massive hole in his upper right body, his left arm had become even more deformed, looking like it had passed through a grinder with even bone sticking out. His left side was heavily damaged with his ribs cracked and organs damaged and bleeding internally from the force. Yet despite this, he got up and walked toward Madara calmly.
As he sensed this, Madara realised it was over. He knew deep down that such a blow wouldn't have killed Hashirama, and thus he knew it wouldn't kill Katsuro. Madara panted and coughed up blood as his body gave out under him as he collapsed to his knees.
Katsuro walked over, reaching over with his right arm that could somewhat move to grab the sword of the left that couldn't at all. Even with it so damaged, he hadn't let go, it was his pride as a swordsman that surpassed even basic biology.
"Uchiha Madara, I must admit you fought well, especially for your age-"
"Enough," Madara coughed, blood seeping from his mouth and ears and stained around his eyes. Katsuro could visibly see his opponent's body trembling violently from within and random pulsations from under his skin. The great imbalance of Yin and Yang chakra had now increased within Madara, and his soul and body were being torn, and with this, his body had exceeded its physical and chakra reserve limits. Even if Madara was still alive now, he couldn't delay the inevitable. Still, he wanted to die as a warrior. "Spare me your rambling boy, and kill me. I'd rather die under the sword of you who I acknowledge than to my own body and age." Madara said with a dark and bloody smile that did not reflect his situation.
Katsuro understood Madara's intention of dying as a warrior, and his questioning hadn't gotten anywhere, and so, he decided to honour the dying Uchiha's wish.
"Rejoice, Uchiha Madara, for you fell at my hands, the hands that mold the world in the decades to come." Katsuro said with pride and arrogance. The positions had completely flipped from the start, now it was Katsuro who seemed to be assuring Madara, something that could only stem from his innate belief in his own superiority.
Madara smiled and chuckled faintly through the pain at his words as he looked up at his killer and met his death the same way he had walked his life.
Katsuro raised his blade, wasting no more time, as he swiftly brought it down cut across Madara's neck and beheaded him cleanly, ensuring the death was swift and as painless as possible.
As his head rolled, Madara's old and frail body fell and collapsed unceremoniously. In death, all were equal, and Madara despite his grandeur became just another corpse.
Katsuro breathed out, letting his shoulders drop but he didn't relax fully. The main issue had been taken care of, but the nuisances all around him were still there. After a brief pause to take in the moment, Katsuro set out covered in his wind and lightning to kill as many White Zetsu as he could. He was forced to mainly use his feet with both of his arms struggling, but the main issue was he was unable to use most Ninjutsu. As a result, he struggled to reach the Zetsu that had hidden in the ground walls quickly enough before they fled.
But as he dealt with as many of them as he could, he suddenly saw movement at Madara's body out of the corner of his eye. The movement sent his mind racing.
What? Surely not again after so long? I thought it sacrificed his Sharingan especially as the second went blind as well. Is that not the case?
Katsuro stiffened as he braced himself once more, this time in a far worse position physically. But as he turned, he saw a Zetsu with a scroll over Madara's body. But this one was different. The immediate thing that struck him was the large green venus fly trap looking thing that rose from its body and went above its head, but it was also split down the middle with the other half being completely black like a shadow. Like a shadow it had no features and was completely blank with the exception of eyes.
What is that?? It's like them, but clearly not. So different… is it some sort of leader for these things? And more than that, it managed to evade my senses… It's dangerous.
Katsuro tried to move quickly as he tried to figure out what it was, but the Black Zetsu managed to seal Madara's body, and promptly sank into the ground. They had thought about staying, combining their force to deal with the heavily injured God of Shinobi. With their Kage level strength, they might be able to kill him. But decided against it for 2 reasons.
First Madara's order to secure his body, and second Katsuro despite his arms being injured still had his Nintaijutsu active. This meant he was still way faster than them, and they wouldn't be able to even land a blow. Not to mention with the strength they had witnessed, they realised even with just that, they would likely be defeated easily.
Thus it was a no brainer. They would fulfill Madara's order while ensuring they didn't leak any more information about their skills and abilities. It would also serve to fuel Katsuro's impression that their organisation was weak and finished with Madara dead, leaving Obito and them to continue their plans unimpeded.
"Tch-" Katsuro clicked his tongue in slight frustration. Oh well, Madara's dead now, and without him whatever this organisation is, it's no threat. We'll have to account for and be weary of their camouflage and stealth abilities, but other than that, they can do nothing. Those White puppet things were only about Chunin level anyway. Andwhat can they even do with his body? At best we might've got some information on Shodaime's cells perhaps… But still, it was a good fight. Even at his age and weakness he's pushed me like no other… Ghost of the Uchiha, I owe him a thanks for relighting my drive.
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