Chapter 60: Tobirama's Swift Defeat
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Uchiha Izuna (Regular Viewer): I never knew my brother's Perfect Susano'o possessed such... absolute power.
Uchiha Fugaku (VIP1): We both wield the same technique, but compared to our ancestor's, mine feels like a child's imitation.
Uchiha Kagami (Regular Viewer): Mine as well. The scale is incomparable.
Uchiha Shisui (VIP2): I envy you seniors who achieved the complete form. I only reached the skeletal ribcage stage before...
Uchiha Kagami: You must not have trained your ocular prowess sufficiently. The Mangekyō's potential must be forced—
Uchiha Shisui: It wasn't lack of training. Danzō stole my eyes shortly after I awakened them. I never had the chance.
A heavy silence fell over the Uchiha contingent in the stream.
Uchiha Kagami: That... worm. He dared target my grandson's legacy. And I trusted him once.
Uchiha Fugaku: Danzō is a cancer. The Uchiha's decline rests squarely on his manipulations.
Uchiha Izuna: Next chance we get, we should have that brat Ren resurrect us via Edo Tensei. I'd like to see how that one-eyed rat handles a proper Uchiha assault.
Uchiha Fugaku: A sound plan, Second Grandfather. However... Ren will undoubtedly extort us for the service.
Uchiha Izuna: ...
On the spectral ocean, Madara's voice boomed, echoing within the cockpit of his titanic construct. "Witness the power to sever all creation!"
The Perfect Susano'o moved.
Its draw was too fast for the eye—even the enhanced perception of the dead struggled to track it. A crescent of condensed void, dark blue and humming with annihilating intent, sliced horizontally across the battlefield.
Silence.
Then, visual and auditory input caught up.
The forward wave of Edo Tensei summons—ninjutsu specialists, taijutsu masters, sealing experts—simply ceased to exist. Their paper-ash bodies disintegrated before the blade's edge even touched them, undone by the pressure wave alone.
The sea beneath the slash parted, a trench hundreds of meters deep yawning open, walls of water held apart by residual chakra pressure before crashing back together in a cataclysmic roar that shook the very fabric of the simulated arena.
Uchiha Izuna: This destructive force... no wonder he was eldest brother.
Uchiha Fugaku: Susano'o is called a calamity. To erase an entire army in one stroke... it defies comprehension.
Uchiha Kagami: No wonder the clan head believed he could challenge the world alone. With this, a single man is an army.
Uchiha Shisui: "One man against ten thousand" wasn't a metaphor.
Hashirama Senju (Regular Viewer): This isn't even Madara at his peak. When we fought seriously, he'd integrated tailed beast chakra. His Susano'o then dwarfed even this.
Uchiha Izuna: What?! I died too early?! You're not lying?
Hashirama Senju: Why would I? Your brother combined the Nine-Tails' chakra with his Susano'o. It was... magnificent. And terrifying.
Uchiha Izuna: It seems my death deprived me of witnessing true heights.
Hyuga Hizashi (VIP1): First Hokage, if Madara's Susano'o was so overwhelming, how did you prevail?
Third Raikage (VIP2): I share the question. This level of destructive power surpasses my Lightning Release Armor entirely. What technique possibly counters it?
Yagura Karatachi (VIP2): Likewise.
Hōzuki Gengetsu (Regular Viewer): +1
Ōnoki (Regular Viewer): +2
Fū (Regular Viewer): This monk is also curious. Blessings upon you.
Hashirama Senju: Oh, I used Sage Art: Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands.
A pause.
Hyuga Hizashi: And then?
Hashirama Senju: Then I punched through the Susano'o armor. It really only takes one or two good hits.
Hyuga Hizashi: ...
Third Raikage: ...
Hōzuki Gengetsu: ...
The art of understatement.
Below, the sea churned as the Edo Tensei began to reform, paper ash swirling into familiar shapes. But Madara didn't wait for the second wave. His Susano'o's massive wings spread, and with a beat that generated hurricane-force winds, the titan ascended.
High above, within the forehead crystal, Madara's Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan scanned the turbulent waters. Chakra signatures—dozens of them from the reforming dead—and one, carefully hidden, pulsing with the distinct, controlled rhythm of the Senju.
There.
A faint, predatory smile touched Madara's lips. He raised the Susano'o's colossal katana high, chakra condensing along its edge until it glowed with malevolent blue light.
"Found you."
The blade descended.
Not with a slash, but a piercing thrust—a focused, pinpoint attack that contained all the force of the previous horizontal sweep into a single, devastating point.
SHIIIIIIINK—BOOM!
The sound was a physical violation. The blade pierced the sea's surface, and for a split second, nothing happened. Then the ocean split along a perfect, straight line radiating from the impact point, as if the world itself had been cleaved in two. The trench this time was narrower, deeper, and at its absolute nadir, a flash of light erupted as a barrier shattered.
[Arena Notification: Combat Concluded]
[Victor: Uchiha Madara]
[Time: 2 minutes, 17 seconds]
[Spectator Points Generated: 115]
The oceanic vista dissolved, replaced by the neutral gray of the arena's default waiting space. Tobirama Senju reappeared, looking more irritated than injured, while Madara stood opposite him, arms crossed, expression one of profound boredom.
Tobirama Senju (VIP5): How did you pinpoint my location? My concealment was perfect!
Uchiha Madara (VIP1): Your chakra control is impeccable, Senju. But the dead you summoned have a... flavor. I simply traced the largest concentration of that flavor back to its source. Your eyes are decorative, I assume?
Tobirama Senju: Damn it! A fluke! Again!
He immediately sent another duel invitation.
[Invitation Declined]
Uchiha Madara: Your power isn't half of your brother's. You've lost all interest for me. Find Hashirama if you wish to be humiliated properly.
Tobirama Senju: YOU—!
In the living world, Ren let out a low whistle. The sheer efficiency of Madara's victory was staggering. It wasn't just about power—it was about perception, economy of motion, and ruthless application of force.
Minato Namikaze (VIP1): That was... educational. The difference between kage-level and... whatever that was.
Kushina Uzumaki (VIP1): He made it look easy. Tobirama-sama's Edo Tensei army was legendary, and he just... brushed it aside.
Ren Arakawa (subvocalizing): Note to self: Do not engage Madara Uchiha without several contingency plans, an army of my own, and possibly a tailed beast in my back pocket.
The stream was abuzz with analysis, awe, and the beginnings of historical debates. But Ren's attention was pulled away by a soft tap at his window.
He turned. Perched on his windowsill, silhouetted against the moon, was a small, white-haired toad wearing a tiny blue vest and carrying a scroll nearly as large as itself.
The toad cleared its throat. "Ahem. Message for Ren Arakawa, from Mount Myōboku. From the Great Toad Sage himself."
Ren blinked. Well. That's new.
He opened the window. "Come in."
The toad hopped inside, dropping the scroll with a thud. "Name's Gamakichi. My dad, Gamabunta, said you're interesting. The Sage says you're... problematic. And potentially important. He wants to meet you."
Ren stared at the scroll, then at the toad, then at the moon still visible through the window.
Ren Arakawa (subvocalizing): Just when I thought my schedule was full.
He picked up the scroll. It was sealed with wax impressed with a complex toad-shaped sigil.
Trouble, he thought. But the interesting kind.
And somewhere in the depths of the Pure Land, Uchiha Madara watched the boy accept the toad's message, his Eternal Mangekyō narrowing thoughtfully.
Mount Myōboku... Sage mode... The pieces were moving. The game was accelerating.
He allowed himself a faint, anticipatory smile. Perhaps this generation wouldn't be entirely boring after all.