Uchiha Madara floated high in the air, his presence commanding and intense.
Meanwhile, Senju Tobirama flickered through space using his Flying Thunder God Technique, appearing in a flash right beside Madara!
"Hmph! You wicked Uchiha!" Tobirama growled.
"Water Style!!!"
He seized the perfect moment to unleash one of his signature Water Style jutsu.
But in that split second—
"Universal Pull!!!"
Before Tobirama could finish forming his hand signs, his body was yanked uncontrollably toward Madara! He couldn't move, couldn't resist that terrifying gravitational force pulling him in!
"Damn it!!!" he cursed.
Snap!
Madara's hand shot up and clamped tightly around Tobirama's throat.
"Senju Tobirama," Madara sneered, "after all these years, you've barely improved! Besides your Flying Thunder God, what else do you have to show for yourself? Your Water Style? Or maybe those so-called forbidden jutsu you cooked up to counter the Uchiha? Come on, then! Show me what you've got!"
Tobirama, choking under Madara's grip, couldn't utter a word. His face flushed red, his mind reeling in shock. How did Uchiha Madara get this strong?! And what was with that insane pulling force? It was like nothing he'd ever experienced—stronger even than his brother Hashirama's power!
Those eyes… what kind of eyes are those?!
Madara let out a cold huff. "You keep throwing around 'wicked Uchiha' like it means something. Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson. Learn some respect when you face me next time! Shinra Tensei!"
Boom!
Tobirama, still caught by the neck, was suddenly blasted backward, crashing to the ground like a ragdoll. He skidded across the earth for dozens of meters, kicking up dirt and debris.
Madara hadn't gone all out. After all, this was a summoning paid for by that kid, Hirofumi Fumi, and Tobirama was Hashirama's little brother. If Madara killed him right after being revived, how could he face Hashirama later? No way he'd let that happen.
Still, Tobirama was a mess, sprawled out and struggling to stand. Wiping blood from his mouth, he glared at Madara. "Heh… you wicked Uchiha!"
Hirofumi Fumi, watching from the sidelines, was seeing Madara's strength up close for the first time—way more intense than anything in the anime. Madara was a beast! Those Rinnegan eyes were just unfair.
Too bad Hirofumi hadn't managed to snag the Rinnegan ability from Madara. But no big deal—he had Indra's chakra now. If Madara could awaken the Rinnegan, why couldn't he? Maybe he'd take a page out of Madara's book and tattoo Naruto and Sasuke on his chest, one on each side. Heck, he could even throw in Hashirama and Madara on his back for good measure. Tattoos of a few guys? No sweat!
Still, it hit him that Madara was a genius. The guy had somehow figured out there was a connection between him and Hashirama—probably their chakra—and grafted Hashirama's flesh onto himself. Why else would he pick Hashirama specifically, instead of someone else? Sure, Hashirama's healing was top-tier, but the Senju clan wasn't short on regenerators, and the Uzumaki clan's vitality was just as crazy. There had to be more to it.
Watching Madara casually flex Universal Pull and Shinra Tensei, Hirofumi thought Tobirama might finally back off. But nope—this guy's head was harder than steel! The first thing out of his mouth after getting up? "Wicked Uchiha." Seriously, dude? You're asking for it!
Madara landed on the ground, his earlier floating just for flair—because, you know, Uchihas and their effortless swagger. Hearing Tobirama's taunt again, he actually laughed.
His chakra surged wildly, his spiky hair swaying without a breeze. His hands clapped together, forming a single seal in an instant.
"Meteorite Jutsu!!!"
Whoosh!
A massive pressure wave hit the trio—Madara, Tobirama, and Hirofumi—as an overwhelming force pressed down from the sky. A colossal, round meteor appeared, looming above them, slowly descending toward the earth.
Madara, using the jutsu for the first time, looked pretty pleased with its power.
Tobirama, on the other hand, was losing it. Is this something a human can even do?! If that thing hits, I'm done for—turned to paste!
Hirofumi swallowed hard. Seeing a gigantic meteor falling from the sky in person was way scarier than in the anime. If that thing landed, he'd be toast too, right? Was Madara out of his mind?!
Wait—no, this was the summoning space! He could escape anytime, and it was just his chakra at stake. He wouldn't actually die! Still… if Tobirama got crushed, that'd cost Hirofumi another fifty million to bring him back!
"Stop fighting! Please, just stop!" Hirofumi yelled, sprinting toward Madara against the crushing air pressure. "Madara, are you seriously trying to kill him?! Don't forget, Tobirama's Hashirama's brother! If you take him out, Hashirama's gonna be heartbroken. He might never talk to you again!"
Madara raised an eyebrow. Huh… yeah, I might've gotten a bit carried away. If he killed Tobirama, that goofy Hashirama would definitely be upset. And if Hashirama stopped talking to him, what then?
With a sigh, Madara released his hand signs. The massive meteor, half-emerged from the clouds, slowly began to retreat back into the sky…
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