[EVERY 100 POWERSTONES= 1 EXTRA CHAPTER]
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The battle recommenced in the heart of the desolate canyon, under a sky now cleared of steam. The scale was now mythic.
Seeing the miniature sun pulsing in Indra's hand, Madara knew hesitation was death. With a roar that echoed through the stone pillars, he unleashed his full power. The ethereal blue skeleton of the Susanoo erupted around him, fleshing out in seconds into the colossal, armored form of the Complete Body — Susanoo, a towering warrior of chakra that stood as a testament to Uchiha power.
Hashirama did not miss a beat. "Sage Mode!" he roared, red markings spreading across his face. "Wood Release: Wood Armor Technique!" Giant plates of dark, Sage-charged wood crawled over the Susanoo, reinforcing it, adding a layer of immense defensive power.
Toka, her own Sage Mode flaring with less ostentation but equal potency, weaved her hands. "Lightning Release: Chakra Mode Transfer!" She became a conduit, channeling a cage of crackling, blue-white lightning that coated the wooden armor, creating a defensive tri-layered monstrosity: a Lightning-Wood Susanoo. It was the ultimate defense, a fusion of their three greatest talents.
Indra looked upon their creation, his expression one of detached appraisal. "Adequate."
He flicked his wrist. The miniature sun, the Great Sun Supernova, shot forward. It did not fly fast; it drifted, a lazy, inevitable apocalypse. When it made contact, there was no sound. The Lightning Chakra Mode vanished first, the electricity not dispersing but being unmade. The Wood Armor was next, not burning, but turning to fine, superheated dust that was carried away on a thermal wind. Finally, it touched the Susanoo itself. The legendary chakra construct, capable of withstanding tailed beast bombs, offered no more resistance than paper. It shattered, dissolving into motes of blue light that were instantly consumed by the dark star's hunger.
Madara was thrown from the dissipating cockpit, his Susanoo broken. But the three were ready. As the Supernova expanded, they moved as one.
"Water Style: Great Encampment Wall!" Toka created a massive dome of swirling water.
"Earth Style: Earth-Style Wall!" Madara reinforced it from beneath with layers of compressed bedrock.
"Wood Release: Deep Forest Dome!" Hashirama added a final, living layer of dense, chakra-absorbing wood from above.
The Supernova consumed their defenses in a silent, terrifying expansion of light and heat, but the layered dome, bolstered by their combined chakra and Sage power, held just long enough. When the light faded, the center of the canyon was a glassy, concave crater, but the three progenitors stood at its edge, panting but unbroken.
The taijutsu began anew, a ballet of devastating speed and power. Madara launched a left kick at Indra's face while Hashirama swept a right kick at his legs. Indra didn't block; he spun vertically in the air like a top, the attacks passing harmlessly beneath and above him. In the same motion, he kicked out, his feet connecting with both their faces with twin, sharp cracks, sending them stumbling back. He landed just in time to cross his arms, taking Toka's monstrous punch on his forearms. The impact cratered the ground around him, but he stood firm, his Infinity negating the kinetic force. He retaliated with a swift kick to her head, which she met with her own lightning-fast kick, shin meeting shin with a sound like a thunderclap.
The battle raged for days. The sun rose and set over a landscape that was continually remade. They employed every art. Indra would cast a genjutsu of infinite falling, only for Madara's Sharingan to break it and counter with a vision of hellfire, which Indra's Six Eyes simply dismissed. Hashirama summoned a forest of flowering trees that released paralytic pollen; Indra breathed a Scorch Release technique that incinerated the pollen and the trees alike. Toka used her mastery of water to create a thousand needle-like projectiles, which Indra deflected with a whirlwind of unseen spatial forces.
On the fourth day, Indra decided to end the spectacle. He leaped back, high into the air.
"Manifest."
The chakra that erupted from him was a golden tide. It did not form a skeleton; it painted the sky. A Susanoo of such monumental scale that its head brushed the clouds materialized. It stood five thousand meters tall, a golden, divine warrior. It was not the demonic avatar of Madara's, but something more refined, more terrifying. It wore the armor of a celestial samurai, and in its chest plate, the symbol of the sun was emblazoned. It wielded twin katanas of solidified light, and its face, serene and utterly merciless, was reminiscent of a legendary demon slayer from a forgotten age. This was not a mere chakra construct; it was a deity of judgment.
The spies who had risked everything to follow the battle to the canyon's edge felt their courage die. This was not a power that could be fought. This was a force of nature.
For three more days, the three progenitors fought this golden god. They used every technique in their arsenal, their Multi Shadow Clones dotting the landscape, only to be wiped away by sweeps of the golden katanas or blasts of scorching light. The land was scarred beyond recognition, mountains were leveled, and new lakes were formed from melted rock.
Throughout it all, Agni remained a silent, vigilant guardian. When a misplaced slash from the golden Susanoo or a wild Great Fireball threatened to vaporize the distant festival grounds, she would simply appear in a flash of flame, her wings outstretched, effortlessly deflecting or absorbing the attacks. She was the unspoken guarantee that this display of apocalyptic power would not harm a single innocent.
On the seventh day, as the sun rose on a world forever changed, the fighting ceased. Indra stood atop his golden Susanoo's brow, looking down at the three exhausted, but unbowed, figures below. Toka, Hashirama, and Madara stood together, their chakra reserves nearly depleted, but their spirits forged into something new in the fires of this conflict.
They had not won. But they had succeeded.
The message had been sent, received, and carved into the very continents. In every Major and minor clan's, from the deserts of Wind Country to the mountains of Earth country, the reports from the spies were identical, their conclusions unanimous: The Uchiha and Senju were no longer the ultimate powers in the world. They were merely the disciples of a god. And as long as Indra Uchiha lived, to stand against him was to invite the end of your world. The era of the Warring States was over, not because of a treaty, but because of the sheer, terrifying, and absolute power of one man who had chosen to become a monster to ensure no one else would have to.
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[EVERY 100 POWERSTONES=EXTRA 1CHAPTER]
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