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Uchiha Madara stood with his Rinnegan glowing faintly, the purple light emanating from his eyes scanning the battlefield. Despite the thin veil of natural chakra permeating the environment, it was abundant enough for Senju Hashirama to continuously replenish his reserves through Sage Mode. If the battle dragged on indefinitely, there was no telling how long it would take to wear Madara down.
This won't do...
As Madara contemplated his next move, Hashirama had already gathered sufficient chakra once more, reforming the colossal Buddha statue of True Several Thousand Hands. Fully aware of Madara's strength, Hashirama wasted no time in launching another devastating assault.
"Senjutsu! Wood Release! True Several Thousand Hands! Top-Form Buddha!"
A torrent of fists, nearly blotting out the sky, surged toward Madara's Susanoo. It was as if Hashirama intended to obliterate the Susanoo entirely—or at least make sure nothing remained of it.
Madara, however, remained unfazed. Instead of countering the attack, he calmly sheathed his Totsuka Blade, dismissing his fully materialized Susanoo. The towering azure figure of the godlike warrior vanished into thin air.
The barrage of fists struck empty space, failing to connect with anything—neither the Susanoo nor Madara himself. Even the spot where Madara had been moments ago was now engulfed by countless punches, yet he seemed to have disappeared without a trace.
Hashirama paused, confusion etched across his face as thousands of arms retracted. He cautiously surveyed the surroundings, searching for any sign of Madara. Rather than feeling relieved by Madara's sudden retreat, Hashirama grew increasingly uneasy. A foreboding sense of dread began to creep into his mind.
"Hashirama…"
The distant voice echoed through the air, startling Hashirama. He quickly looked up and saw Madara standing high above, treading upon the void. His black coat billowed dramatically in the wind, giving him an almost otherworldly presence.
"Madara! What are you planning? Are we going to continue this fight or not?"
"Hashirama, I've grown weary of this battle. It's time to bring it to an end."
"Oh? Madara, you mean you have a way to defeat me completely?"
"Indeed. Against someone like you—a persistent pest—the only solution is outright annihilation. Hashirama, are you prepared?"
With those words, Madara floated higher, silhouetted against the backdrop of a full moon. Slowly but deliberately, he raised his hands to form seals, uttering four chilling syllables:
"Heavenly Obstacle Quake Star."
Each word sent a fresh wave of unease coursing through Hashirama's veins. By the time Madara finished speaking, Hashirama's instincts screamed danger, though nothing appeared to happen immediately.
Confused, Hashirama scanned the area warily. Just then, a deafening sound tore through the air above him, drawing his attention upward. When he looked, his blood ran cold.
From the heavens descended an enormous meteorite, plummeting directly toward him. Its sheer speed caused friction with the atmosphere, heating its surface until it glowed red-hot like molten lava. This titanic, fiery mass carried the weight of divine wrath, hurtling closer with terrifying velocity.
Standing at the edge of the battlefield, immobilized by the black rods piercing his body, Tobirama watched in horror as the meteorite streaked downward. His eyes widened in disbelief.
How could Madara summon such a force? This power… it's beyond human comprehension!
Meanwhile, Hashirama felt the overwhelming pressure bearing down on him. There was no time to ponder how Madara controlled such a phenomenon. Survival became his sole priority.
Easier said than done.
The meteorite, hundreds of meters in diameter, loomed ever closer. Standing atop the Buddha statue, Hashirama braced himself against the roaring winds and searing heat radiating from the descending inferno. His scalp tingled with dread.
Madara, arms crossed and floating effortlessly in midair, observed the scene with cold detachment.
As the meteorite crashed onto the Buddha statue, Hashirama gritted his teeth and unleashed his ultimate technique.
"Senjutsu! Wood Release! All-Creation Manifestation! Top-Form Buddha!"
This was the simultaneous use of All-Creation Manifestation and Top-Form Buddha. The ground trembled violently as roots erupted from beneath the earth, forming a dense forest of towering trees that rose to meet the falling meteorite. Thousands of massive arms belonging to the Buddha statue swung upward, delivering a relentless barrage of strikes aimed at halting the meteorite's descent.
BOOM!
The combined might of countless wooden limbs and towering trees pushed back against the molten rock. Yet, wherever the wood made contact with the meteorite's burning surface, it sizzled and burned away instantly.
But human strength pales before the fury of nature. The meteorite's momentum proved unstoppable. In that moment, Hashirama realized he wasn't merely fighting a rock—he was battling the collapsing heavens themselves.
CRACK! BOOM! SNAP!
The Buddha statue's arms shattered one after another. The towering trees crumbled under the immense pressure. Amidst Hashirama's desperate roars, the colossal Buddha and the painstakingly summoned forest were utterly crushed beneath the meteorite's overwhelming force.
The impact sent shockwaves rippling outward, shattering the ground layer by layer. Explosions of fire and molten debris erupted from the crash site, unleashing a catastrophic blast wave that shook the entire battlefield.
At the edge of the battlefield, Tobirama, still immobilized, whispered hoarsely:
"Big brother…"