Shouta Kazuki watched in awe as Madara Uchiha floated in the air, his Rinnegan shimmering with an overwhelming presence. Meanwhile, Senju Tobirama, relying on the Flying Thunder God Technique, flickered across the battlefield, his movements like a shadow—swift and unpredictable. For a moment, the two titans of the past merely observed each other, an unspoken intensity crackling between them.
Then, Tobirama found his opportunity.
"Hmph! Evil Uchiha! Water Style—"
His hands began to form seals, but before he could finish, an invisible force yanked his body forward with terrifying speed.
"All things are drawn to me—Banshō Ten'in!" Madara declared, his voice carrying a sinister calm.
Tobirama's body was pulled through the air as if caught in the grip of an invisible hand. His control over his own movements vanished, and before he could counteract the gravitational force, he found himself inches away from Madara's outstretched palm.
A loud snap echoed through the air.
Madara's hand clamped around Tobirama's throat, holding him up effortlessly. The Second Hokage struggled, but the Uchiha's grip was like iron. His body convulsed as he gasped for air, his hands clawing at Madara's wrist, yet unable to break free.
"Senju Tobirama," Madara sneered, his Rinnegan gleaming. "Even after all these years, you're still the same. Without the Flying Thunder God, what are you? Your so-called genius amounts to nothing against true power!"
Tobirama's teeth clenched in frustration. He had miscalculated—badly. He had known that Madara was strong, but the level of suppression he was feeling now was beyond anything he had expected. The pressure from Madara's chakra alone was staggering, far greater than even his elder brother's.
And those eyes—
They were neither the Sharingan nor the Mangekyō Sharingan he had studied meticulously in the past. This was something entirely different, something far more terrifying.
"You… What… are those eyes?!" Tobirama choked out, his vision blurring from the lack of oxygen.
Madara's lips curled into a smirk. "You're not qualified to know."
Without another word, he tightened his grip.
Tobirama gritted his teeth, his pride refusing to let him panic. But in that moment, Madara sneered again.
"If you want to keep calling me an evil Uchiha, then allow me to show you just how evil I can be!"
With that, Madara flung Tobirama away like a discarded doll.
The force was monstrous. Tobirama's body shot through the air before crashing into the ground, sliding for dozens of meters, leaving a deep trench in his wake. Dust and debris scattered in every direction.
Shouta, who had been watching from a distance, couldn't help but wince.
"Damn… He got sent flying."
Tobirama groaned as he pushed himself up from the rubble, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. His entire body ached, but even in his battered state, his pride would not let him remain silent.
"Hah… You damn… Evil Uchiha!"
Shouta facepalmed.
"Come on, old man, just stop provoking him already…"
Madara, however, merely laughed at the absurdity of it all.
"You truly are insufferable, Senju Tobirama. Fine! If you want to see the wrath of an 'evil Uchiha' so badly, I'll grant your wish!"
The atmosphere shifted.
A terrifying chakra burst forth from Madara, shaking the ground itself. His wild, spiky hair swayed violently as power surged through him. Then, without hesitation, he clapped his hands together in a seal.
"The Heavenly Obstacle Star!"
The moment those words left his lips, the sky darkened.
A massive force seemed to tear through the heavens themselves, and from the clouds above, an enormous meteorite began descending toward the battlefield.
Tobirama froze.
Shouta's heart skipped a beat.
The sheer size of it was beyond comprehension. The burning mass of rock was larger than any structure in Konoha, casting a massive shadow over the land. The air itself trembled under its descent.
Tobirama's face darkened.
This… This was not a technique of the Uchiha Clan. This was beyond anything he had ever seen before.
"What the hell… is this?!"
For the first time in his life, the Second Hokage felt something he had never allowed himself to feel—helplessness.
Shouta, who had only ever seen this technique in anime, suddenly realized just how different it was witnessing it in person. The oppressive force, the suffocating tension in the air, the sheer terror of knowing that if that meteorite fell, everything would be obliterated—
It was nothing like watching it on a screen.
"Madara, you lunatic! Are you trying to destroy everything?!"
Madara merely chuckled, his arms folded.
"This is just a fraction of my power. If you cannot stop this, then you were never worth my time to begin with."
Shouta felt a cold sweat trickle down his back. He had no idea if the summoning space would truly protect him if he got caught in the impact.
Even worse, if Tobirama died, he would have to spend another fifty million wealth points just to bring him back!
That was not happening!
"Stop the fight!!!" Shouta shouted as he ran toward Madara, fighting against the powerful shockwaves emanating from the descending meteorite.
"Madara! Do you really want to kill him?! Don't forget, Senju Tobirama is Senju Hashirama's younger brother! If you kill him, Hashirama will be devastated! He might never talk to you again!"
That made Madara pause.
His expression shifted slightly, his Rinnegan narrowing as he considered Shouta's words.
That idiot Hashirama…
If Tobirama truly died, would Hashirama refuse to speak to him? Would he distance himself forever?
Madara hesitated for a fraction of a second.
And in that moment, he released his hand seal.
The monstrous meteorite, which had been halfway through the clouds, suddenly stopped. It trembled in the air before, as if being pulled by an invisible force, it began to shrink.
Tobirama, still on the ground, let out a breath of relief—though he would never admit it.
Madara clicked his tongue.
"Tsk… You're lucky this time, Senju."
Shouta sighed heavily. "Thank god…"
Madara crossed his arms, staring down at Tobirama with a smirk. "Next time, think carefully before calling me evil, Senju Tobirama."
Tobirama wiped the blood from his lips, his face still stern. "Hmph… Evil Uchiha."
Shouta groaned. "Oh, come on, just let it go already!!!"