The confident expression on Madara Uchiha's face froze in an instant. A flicker of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
He had never imagined that this brat calling himself Hyuga Gakuya—a wielder of the Byakugan—would be capable of activating the Mangekyō Sharingan... and even manifesting a Complete-Body Susanoo.
"Impossible..."
He had always believed Gakuya was simply a genius who had pushed the power of the Byakugan to its absolute limits. Not once did he consider the possibility that the boy was hiding such a terrifying trump card.
A hint of doubt crept into Madara's heart as he locked his gaze on Gakuya's towering Susanoo.
Just who is this kid? he thought. He has the Byakugan... but also the Mangekyō Sharingan. Could he be the result of some kind of special bloodline fusion?
The shock quickly gave way to rage. Madara felt as if he had been played. This entire time, Hyuga Gakuya had been concealing this power, only to unveil it now—deliberately provoking his pride and dominance.
"You damn brat... hiding your strength from me? How arrogant of you," Madara muttered with a furrowed brow.
But at the same time, a familiar thrill stirred within him. It had been so long since he'd faced a worthy opponent... and now, his battle spirit was fully ignited.
He stared coldly at Gakuya and declared, "You've managed to catch my attention. But make no mistake—you'll still fall to me today!"
With that, he directed his Complete-Body Susanoo to charge forward with overwhelming force.
...
Gakuya met Madara's furious charge with a calm, confident smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Then let's find out which one of us will fall first."
Madara's Susanoo swung its massive katana with crushing force, the air itself shrieking as space seemed to tear from the strike.
But Gakuya's own Complete-Body Susanoo twisted nimbly, dodging the blow as he looked for an opening to counterattack.
With both hands, his Susanoo raised a massive greatsword and brought it down to clash against Madara's katana. The sound of the impact was deafening, thunder rolling across the battlefield.
Cracks spiderwebbed instantly through Madara's blade. Gakuya's sword was clearly the superior weapon—sharper, sturdier, and more refined.
It wasn't by chance.
His sword had been forged by the Federation, modeled after the legendary Totsuka Blade and Yata Mirror. In the eyes of the shinobi world, it was nothing less than a newly born divine weapon.
Madara immediately sensed the abnormal nature of Gakuya's weapon, but there was nothing he could do. All he could manage was to continuously pump chakra into his Susanoo to repair the fractured katana.
Each clash between the two colossal avatars unleashed violent shockwaves. The very air trembled. Space warped.
Then, during a brief moment when one of Madara's strikes missed its mark, Gakuya seized the opportunity. His Susanoo swung its greatsword in a wide arc, unleashing a bladelike wave of pure energy that flew straight at Madara.
Madara raised his Susanoo in defense, but the power of the slash was far beyond expectation. His Susanoo stumbled back slightly under the force.
"Don't get cocky, brat!" Madara roared.
He poured even more chakra into his Susanoo. Its strength surged in an instant.
The massive figure radiated suffocating pressure. Its blade whipped through the air with terrifying speed and power, every swing threatening to bring ruin to the world around them.
But Gakuya remained completely unfazed. His eyes were as cold as ice, his movements controlled and precise.
He anticipated Madara's next attack.
With perfect timing, his Susanoo thrust its glowing sword forward in a flash of light—piercing directly into a weak point in Madara's Susanoo armor.
Madara's eyes went wide. He hadn't expected the boy to find and exploit a flaw with such speed and precision.
A massive explosion erupted.
Madara's Susanoo shattered into fragments of light and chakra, dispersing into the sky.
The man himself was sent flying by the blast. His armor cracked and shattered midair, exposing the face of Hashirama that had been grafted to his chest. He crashed violently to the ground.
...
Scraps of armor fluttered down like paper. But thanks to his Edo Tensei body, the damage was rapidly regenerating.
Even so, Madara's expression was filled with disbelief.
If losing in close combat could be blamed on the fragility of his reanimated body, and if his earlier defeat in taijutsu could be explained away—then this? This defeat, using the Sharingan—his ultimate pride—was something he simply could not justify.
He was Madara Uchiha. How could someone outside the Uchiha clan defeat him in a battle of eyes?
Who would believe such a thing?
"This… this is impossible… I, Madara Uchiha, who has pursued strength my entire life… to lose in what I take the most pride in—the Sharingan…"
His gaze burned with fury.
"You've really pissed me off, brat!"
...
Not far away, the shinobi alliance soldiers who had yet to retreat stood frozen, watching the earth-shattering battle unfold before them.
Shock and awe were written on every face. Eyes wide, mouths agape, they looked as if they had been petrified by the sheer scale of power on display.
"T-This... this is the power of a shinobi?" a young soldier stammered, voice trembling. "It's like watching gods clash…"
"I've never seen anything like this. This is way beyond what I thought was possible," another soldier added, his eyes filled with reverence.
"It's like something out of legend... We're nothing but insects before power like this," someone else muttered, sweat pouring down his forehead.
Their gazes remained fixed on the battlefield, on the two towering Susanoo figures whose every clash shook the ground and sent shockwaves through the air. The earth cracked and trembled, the sky seemed to wail—like the world was on the brink of collapse.
An unshakable fear gripped their hearts. None of them knew how this battle would end—or whether their hope, Lord Mokushu, could really defeat Madara Uchiha.
...
And then, the moment Madara's Susanoo shattered and his body slammed into the earth, a thunderous cheer erupted from the allied forces.
"Mokushu-sama! Mokushu-sama!" they shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.
Tears streamed down their faces as they embraced each other. They cheered for a victory they never imagined possible.
...
Even Ōnoki stood among the soldiers, his small frame trembling slightly, clouded eyes locked on the battlefield with a storm raging in his heart.
He had thought he'd seen everything after decades of war. He had faced powerful shinobi again and again. But this... this was something else entirely.
"He actually… managed to fight Madara Uchiha on equal footing…" Ōnoki whispered to himself.
Madara had always been his nightmare, the shadow looming over his past.
Yet now, that invincible figure had been brought down.
And what stunned him most was how easily it seemed to happen. It was almost too much to believe.
He had thought the best outcome would be if Gakuya could barely hold his own—maybe even go down with Madara in a mutual defeat.
But this? Gakuya had utterly outclassed Madara on every level.
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