Such a dangerous power... if it can’t be used by the Akatsuki, then it has no place in this world.
So it’s a shame, but you’ve lost your chance to live.
Madara formed a hand seal. "Before you die, let me ask you something. Do you know who I am?"
Urashiki’s face twisted, completely breaking his composure. This was the first time he’d met someone who could act more arrogant than him. "It doesn’t matter who you are. After today, you’ll just be a dead man!"
"Is that so..." Madara moved his hands slowly, his tone as calm as ever. "Then remember my name—Uchiha Madara!"
"Fire Release: Dragon Flame Song!"
A massive fire dragon erupted from Madara’s mouth, forming into a roaring beast midair before charging at Urashiki.
Urashiki’s expression changed instantly. There was a hint of shock, but more than that, there was an unexplainable rage.
"Uchiha!" Urashiki shot into the sky to dodge the flames, glaring at Madara through gritted teeth. "That name... that man... Uchiha Sasuke! What is he to you?!"
Urashiki would never forget that name.
If not for that bastard, he wouldn’t have been thrown off course in time and ended up in this era! If not for that bastard, he wouldn’t have been beaten back by a mere puppet over some half-blooded chakra!
Uchiha! It was always the damn Uchiha!
Seeing the pure hatred on Urashiki’s face, Madara paused mid-hand seal, frowning. "Sasuke? Sarutobi..."
No, he said Uchiha Sasuke, not Sarutobi Sasuke. Looks like the Uchiha produced a decent successor.
Not that it had anything to do with him.
With that thought, Madara stopped his hand seal and reached up, removing half of his mask. Under Urashiki’s stunned gaze, he dug out his two colorless Sharingan and replaced them with a fresh pair.
As a green glow flickered in Madara’s eyes, his aged face now held two newly spinning Sharingan.
He wiped the blood off his face and looked at Urashiki expressionlessly. "Well, my supply of Sharingan isn’t endless. I should start using them more sparingly."
Izanagi was a convenient technique, but each use cost a Sharingan. Even for Madara...
Well, actually, he didn’t care at all.
To Madara, letting the traitors of his clan serve as disposable tools was an honor for them.
Madara clenched his fist. "A little weak... No, this should be enough."
As soon as he spoke, a massive burst of blue chakra erupted from his body. The overwhelming energy formed a skeletal structure around him, enclosing him completely.
Susano’o, first stage!
The chakra then turned into muscle, covering the bones like armor. It stood tall like a warrior clad in heavy armor. Even though only the upper body was visible, its towering height of over ten meters created an indescribable sense of pressure.
Susano’o, second stage!
Before Urashiki could react, the blue chakra surged again. The warrior, which had previously only been half-formed, now rose from the ground. Though its armor faded, its height expanded to dozens of meters, standing like a monstrous giant.
Susano’o, third stage!
With four hands gripping swords, the fully-formed third-stage Susano’o loomed over the battlefield. Inside, Madara crossed his arms and looked down at Urashiki coldly. "As a plaything, you’re a little small, but this should be enough for you."
Urashiki’s face darkened. He had seen giants before—he had even been cut down by one.
That one had been purple, hundreds of meters tall, wielding dual swords, and capable of flight. Every slash had nearly sent him to the afterlife.
He had gone through all the trouble of traveling through time to escape Uchiha Sasuke, only to run into this nightmare again?
Was he cursed or something?
But... he had to admit, this thing’s power was ridiculous. Urashiki knew his own strengths—he wasn’t built for direct combat. Against this, things were looking tough.
A black portal opened behind him, and Urashiki smirked. "Uchiha Madara... I’ll remember you. Once I regain my full power, the first one I’m going to kill is you."
The Nine-Tails comes second.
Uchiha Sasuke comes third.
Uzumaki Naruto comes fourth.
When did I get beaten up this many times? If I weren’t so good at running away, I’d already be dead in the future.
"Oh?" Madara looked at the black portal appearing out of nowhere, his expression filled with curiosity. "A space-time ninjutsu, huh? This technique reminds me of someone annoying... and you both have white hair."
Urashiki didn’t reply. He simply smirked and stepped into the portal.
Yomotsu Hirasaka—a space-time ninjutsu used by the Otsutsuki clan. Its power didn’t just allow teleportation—it let the user move to entirely different dimensions.
That’s right. Kaguya’s six dimensions were all connected through Yomotsu Hirasaka.
Urashiki had already made up his mind—he would hide in another dimension for now and wait for Madara to leave before coming back.
There was something over there that caught his attention. At the very least, he needed to take a look.
But just as half of his body entered the portal, Madara calmly stretched out his right hand.
The next second, an immense force appeared out of nowhere, pulling Urashiki back out of Yomotsu Hirasaka entirely.
His face filled with shock, and before he could react, Susano’o swung its sword down with a single, devastating strike.
Bansho Ten’in?! Impossible! He doesn’t even have the Rinnegan—how can he use that technique?!
Urashiki barely managed to lift his fishing rod to block the attack, but the sheer force still sent him crashing into the ground.
Lying in the crater, his eyes burned with fury and disbelief. "You bastard!"
Madara looked down at him indifferently. "Surprised? It’s just a Rinnegan ability."
"If you’re an Otsutsuki, shouldn’t you already understand this power?"
Urashiki flew up from the ground, his Byakugan instantly turning red as the Tomoe Rinnegan appeared in his eyes. "How can you use this power without the Rinnegan?"
Using Bansho Ten’in without the Rinnegan—no matter how he thought about it, it didn’t make sense! Even among the Otsutsuki, no one had this kind of ability.
"Isn’t it obvious?" Madara replied as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "So you people never train your own abilities? No wonder you’re so weak."
To Madara, no matter how powerful the Rinnegan was, it was just another technique. He believed in his own strength, not just the power of his eyes. That’s why, after awakening the Rinnegan, he had already mastered its abilities. Even without it, he could still use those techniques.
Of course, without the Rinnegan, the power wouldn’t be as strong. If he still had it, his Bansho Ten’in wouldn’t have just pulled that guy out of the passage—it would have done much more.
"Well, anyway, show me what you’ve got. A so-called legendary existence like you shouldn’t be this weak, right?" Madara challenged. "Don’t disappoint me, Otsutsuki."
Urashiki gripped his fishing rod tightly, his mind on the verge of collapse.
But he had to admit, this guy might be arrogant, but he had the strength to back it up.
The man in front of him... might be even harder to deal with than Uchiha Sasuke from the future.
Damn it! Why is this planet full of freaks?!
Kaguya! Look at the mess you made!
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