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The atmosphere in the arena grew heavier as the battle between Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha reached its peak. The clash of their overwhelming powers shook the very foundations of the battlefield, leaving destruction in its wake. Madara's calculated manipulation of the situation was not born out of kindness but rather a desire to inflict maximum psychological torment upon his opponent.
Madara had deliberately adjusted Tobirama Senju's position earlier—not out of compassion, but to ensure that Tobirama would bear witness to his elder brother's defeat at Madara's hands. There was nothing quite like forcing someone to watch helplessly as tragedy unfolded before their eyes, unable to intervene or change the outcome.
Turning toward the center of the battlefield, Madara snapped his fingers with an air of finality and declared:
"Then, let's finish this now. Hashirama—it's time to end you once and for all!"
At Madara's command, the battered and broken form of his Susanoo—lying in the center of a massive crater—began to stir. A surge of bright blue chakra enveloped it, healing every crack, dent, and shattered piece of armor. Hashirama watched in stunned horror as the colossal warrior regenerated before his very eyes. Within moments, the Susanoo stood fully restored, defying the laws of physics as it rose without any visible support, towering over Hashirama's wooden Buddha statue.
Hashirama, alarmed by the sudden recovery of Madara's Susanoo, quickly maneuvered the Buddha statue backward, putting some distance between them.
From the edge of the battlefield, Madara cast one last pitying glance at Tobirama before launching himself into the sky like a jet fighter, leaving behind a deafening sonic boom. In an instant, he soared across the horizon and merged with the Susanoo, taking full control of its immense power.
"Hashirama! I admit I underestimated you earlier—but that ends here! This is round two, and I won't give you another chance!"
Without giving Hashirama a moment to react, Madara's Susanoo spread its wings and surged forward, closing the gap between itself and the Buddha statue in the blink of an eye. With devastating force, the Susanoo unleashed a barrage of punches, each strike shaking the ground beneath them.
*BOOM!*
A shockwave erupted as Madara's Susanoo delivered a crushing blow straight to the face of Hashirama's Buddha statue. One punch wasn't enough; a second followed, then a third, each more powerful than the last. The relentless assault sent tremors rippling through the air, nearly knocking Hashirama off balance from his perch atop the statue's head.
After over a dozen brutal strikes, the once serene visage of the Buddha was reduced to a mangled, unrecognizable mess. Its features were caved in, cracked, and utterly destroyed, a grim testament to the sheer destructive power of Madara's Susanoo.
Finally, Madara executed a sweeping kick, tripping the massive statue and sending it crashing to the ground. Despite its imposing size—with thousands of arms forming its upper body and only two legs for stability—the statue was inherently unstable. A single sweep was all it took to topple it.
But before the statue could fully collapse, Madara launched another devastating kick. This time, the force generated a sonic boom, striking the statue's abdomen with such ferocity that it caused the wood to crack and splinter. The enormous Buddha was sent flying through the air, carving a graceful yet horrifying arc before landing with a thunderous crash.
Just as the statue was about to smash headfirst into the ground, several giant arms sprouted from its torso, stabilizing it mid-fall and allowing it to rotate back into a standing position. For Hashirama, maintaining balance was paramount. Once steady, he immediately prepared for the next wave of attacks.
However, Madara's Susanoo was already upon him. Without hesitation, it unleashed a flurry of punches, each one capable of shattering mountains.
"Shinra Tensei!" Hashirama roared, channeling the repulsive force through his Susanoo. The technique expanded outward, pushing back the barrage of incoming strikes with tremendous force. Hashirama breathed a sigh of relief—he wasn't entirely sure what had just happened, but Madara's ability seemed to be an absolute defense mechanism, making it incredibly difficult to penetrate.
With no other option, Hashirama commanded the Buddha statue to retreat rapidly, putting some distance between himself and Madara's Susanoo. Only when he felt safe did he pause, regaining his composure.
Once again, he directed countless massive arms toward Madara's Susanoo, launching a relentless assault. The arms extended dramatically, transforming into long-range weapons that rained down like a storm of fists, hurtling toward Madara's position with incredible speed.
Madara remained calm and composed, drawing the luminous blue blade known as the Totsuka Blade from its sheath at his waist. He muttered under his breath:
"Hashirama, even your strongest Wood Release technique, the Top-Form Buddha, cannot overcome its inherent weakness—it's completely countered by my Wind Release! Behold… the Totsuka Blade! Let the great winds rise!"
As Madara spoke, natural energy coursed through his body, infusing the blade with wind-natured chakra. The Totsuka Blade gleamed with razor-sharp edges, emitting a pale white aura that promised destruction.
Facing the relentless barrage of punches from Hashirama's Buddha statue, Madara's Susanoo remained unfazed. With a swift motion, it raised the blade and swung downward, cleaving through multiple arms with ease. Severed limbs crashed to the ground, creating shockwaves that reverberated throughout the battlefield.
One swing wasn't enough. Madara continued his assault, wielding the Totsuka Blade with unmatched precision and speed. Each swing cut through dozens of incoming arms, reducing Hashirama's offensive capabilities bit by bit. The contrast was stark: while Hashirama's statue flailed wildly, its attacks growing fewer and weaker, Madara's strikes were methodical and devastating.
It was clear who held the advantage. Splintered wooden arms littered the battlefield, a testament to Madara's overwhelming superiority. As the number of surviving arms dwindled, it became evident that Hashirama's seemingly infinite arsenal would eventually run dry.
With a final flash of steel, Madara severed the last remaining arms of the Buddha statue. Slowly, he sheathed the Totsuka Blade, his expression calm and collected.
On the opposite side, Hashirama panted heavily atop the now-dismembered statue, his exhaustion evident. In stark contrast, Madara exuded an aura of serenity and confidence. Despite his fatigue, Hashirama refused to give up. Summoning his remaining strength, he formed hand seals and absorbed more natural energy, preparing to unleash his ultimate technique once again.
The sound of cracking wood echoed as new arms began sprouting from the stumps of the severed limbs. Thousands of arms regenerated, ready to continue the fight. Though battered and weary, Hashirama's resolve burned brighter than ever.
But Madara simply smirked, knowing that this battle was far from over—and that victory would ultimately belong to him.