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The battlefield fell eerily silent as the head of one of Hashirama Senju's wooden clones rolled off, severed cleanly by Madara Uchiha's *Wind Release: Threaded Blades*. The remaining clones stood frozen in shock, their gaze shifting toward Madara with a mix of fear and disbelief.
Madara remained impassive, raising his hand adorned with five razor-sharp threads of Wind Release chakra. A faint smirk played on his lips. "Well then," he taunted, "are you ready to be turned into a pile of splinters?"
With a flick of his wrist, the five translucent threads shot out like whips. Too thin and nearly invisible to the naked eye, they moved faster than any of Hashirama's wooden clones could react.
A piercing scream echoed across the field as one clone was pierced through by all five threads simultaneously. Before the others could process what had happened, Madara swung his arm like a whip, slicing the impaled clone into fragments. The threads continued their lethal arc, cutting through every wooden construct in their path, reducing them to neatly segmented pieces.
Spinning his body, Madara unleashed the full force of his technique, sweeping both arms wide. The Wind Release threads lashed out in every direction, tearing through the battlefield with surgical precision. Trees, wooden spikes, and even more clones were reduced to kindling within seconds. Like autumn leaves caught in a storm, the remnants of Hashirama's Wood Release techniques were scattered and destroyed.
After a few rapid spins, Madara came to a halt, surveying the now-empty radius around him. Satisfied with his handiwork, he lowered his arms slightly, though the threads remained taut and ready for further use.
The surviving dozen or so wooden clones exchanged glances, their earlier confidence shaken but not entirely broken. They regrouped, devising a new strategy. Some launched another barrage of Wood Release techniques from behind, while others charged directly at Madara, hoping to overwhelm him with sheer numbers and close-quarters combat.
Madara's expression darkened with disdain. With a flick of his left hand, he unleashed another set of Wind Release threads. These fine, translucent lines danced through the air, guided by his precise chakra control.
The sharp whistle of displaced air accompanied flashes of light as the threads sliced through everything in their path. Charging clones were cut down mid-stride, and elaborate Wood Release constructs were reduced to piles of shattered wood before they could even reach Madara. Each motion was executed with such ease that it seemed almost effortless—a stark contrast to the chaos erupting around him.
Hashirama and Tobirama Senju watched in stunned silence as their meticulously crafted strategy unraveled before their eyes. Hashirama murmured softly, seemingly unaware that his abdomen had already healed: "I never imagined... my Wood Release would be so thoroughly countered by Wind Release..."
Tobirama shook his head, offering a more nuanced perspective. "No... it's not that Wind Release inherently counters Wood Release. It's that Madara's mastery of Wind Release is uniquely suited to dismantle your techniques, Brother."
Hashirama paused, then nodded slowly in agreement. Indeed, no one in the shinobi world had ever wielded Wind Release in such an unconventional yet devastating manner. Most jutsu prioritized raw destructive power, but Madara's focus on precision and cutting ability showcased a level of innovation that defied conventional wisdom.
Wood Release simply couldn't penetrate Madara's defenses, while his Wind Release effortlessly shredded Hashirama's creations. Every attempt to counterattack was met with swift, overwhelming retaliation.
With a casual flick of his wrist, Madara extended the Wind Release threads once more. Like serpents striking their prey, the threads darted forward, bisecting the remaining clones before they could react. In mere moments, Hashirama's human wave tactic lay in ruins, leaving only splintered wood behind.
But Madara wasn't done yet. Instead of retracting the threads, he redirected them toward the two real targets standing nearby—Hashirama and Tobirama Senju. The faint hum of displaced air and glimmers of translucent light signaled the incoming attack.
Both brothers reacted instantly, leaping in opposite directions to evade. However, Tobirama was a fraction of a second too slow. A sharp cry escaped his lips as one of the threads cleanly severed his leg below the knee.
Seeing his younger brother wounded, Hashirama's fury ignited. Forgetting momentarily that Edo Tensei would regenerate the injury, he barked out a curse and began forming hand seals. "Madara! You bastard! *Wood Release: Wooden Dragon Technique!*"
With a thunderous roar, five massive wooden dragons erupted from the ground around Hashirama. Their grotesque forms twisted and writhed, channeling their creator's rage. Each dragon stretched dozens of meters long, their bodies slamming into the earth and creating shockwaves as they surged toward Madara.
Madara's eyes narrowed but showed no trace of panic. He calmly formed his own hand seals. "*Wind Release: Guillotine Blade!*"
From his hands, a single, semi-transparent blade of wind emerged, expanding rapidly into a massive crescent-shaped projectile. It streaked forward, slicing through the first dragon like a hot knife through butter. The once-menacing construct collapsed into lifeless chunks of wood, crashing to the ground with a deafening thud.
Hashirama quickly adjusted, commanding the remaining four dragons to circle around and strike from multiple angles. The colossal creatures churned up violent gusts of wind and sent tremors rippling across the battlefield as they closed in on Madara.
Yet despite the ferocity of the assault, Madara moved with calculated grace, dodging and weaving between the attacks as if strolling through a garden.
"*Wind Release: Guillotine Blade! Guillotine Blade! Guillotine Blade! Guillotine Blade!*"
Four consecutive blades shot forth from his hands, each one carving through a dragon with brutal efficiency. One after another, the mighty constructs were reduced to inert debris, collapsing onto the battlefield in ruin.
Madara stood still amidst the destruction, his breathing steady, his posture relaxed. His gaze locked onto Hashirama, challenging him with unspoken words. "Hashirama, is that all you've got? Bring out whatever else you have!"
Hashirama glanced at Tobirama, whose severed leg was already regenerating thanks to the properties of Edo Tensei. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself and began forming another set of hand seals, determined to press forward.