"The day has finally come... when Nagato grows up."
Before he could finish the sentence, Uchiha Madara noticed something was off. His eyes narrowed as he glanced at his hands—raised ever so slightly—and frowned.
"What... is this?"
His body wasn't flesh and bone. It was composed of something else entirely—like sand, stone, and strange plant matter. Thoughts raced through his mind.
"So... something happened."
Madara exhaled slowly, the thrill of resurrection fading as awareness returned. He felt powerful auras nearby—two colossal beasts, their chakra levels immense and oppressive.
But Madara's gaze wasn't drawn to them. Instead, his eyes locked onto a red-armored man who had also just awakened.
"Hashirama..."
The shock was unmistakable. Of all things, he hadn't expected this—to see his old rival again, reborn like him.
"Madara?" Hashirama's eyes cleared. His expression shifted to surprise, then a booming laugh. "I didn't think I'd see you again after death!"
"Brother... I don't think we're in the afterlife," Tobirama said from behind him. "This is the shinobi world. We've been brought back by some strange jutsu... likely by that creature behind us."
For ordinary shinobi, resurrection would be unthinkable—but for Tobirama, who had once created Edo Tensei, it wasn't surprising. He'd long studied the boundary between life and death.
Madara's eyes flicked toward him with disdain.
"Tobirama... you're here too."
"Why not? Isn't Izuna here as well?" Tobirama said calmly, glancing behind Madara.
At the mention of his brother, Madara's expression darkened.
He had always failed to protect Izuna. Now to see him brought back—possibly as a pawn—was unbearable.
"Brother..." Uchiha Izuna's eyes widened in disbelief. The last thing he remembered was the battle—being fatally wounded by Tobirama and giving his eyes to Madara.
Now, somehow, he was standing again. Though confused by the presence of Senju enemies, he was relieved to see his brother.
"How did we get here...? What happened to the Uchiha Clan?" he asked, his tone uneasy.
Madara looked away, jaw clenched. How could he tell Izuna that the clan had eventually turned against him? That they had chosen Konoha over him?
"Hahaha... Izuna," Hashirama interjected, trying to smooth things over. "The Senju and Uchiha ended their conflict and built a village together—Konoha. They're likely living in peace now."
"If we had more time, I'd tell you all about it."
He could feel an invisible tug—a command from the summoner behind him, urging him to fight the monstrous snake-creature nearby. There wasn't much time to talk.
"Is that true...?" Izuna's emotions swirled.
"It's been fifty or sixty years since you died," Madara said softly. "A lot has changed. I'll explain everything later. But for now..."
His gaze turned toward the snake-woman ahead.
"Right now, fight with me. That thing needs to be dealt with."
He could feel it—if he hesitated, the body would act on its own, without his will.
"Understood."
The two brothers turned their attention forward. The massive female snake-creature loomed in the distance.
"That chakra... it's the White Snake Sage of Ryūchi Cave," Hashirama muttered. "Even she has emerged... just what happened to the shinobi world?"
Before he could finish his thought, immense senjutsu chakra surged behind him. Hashirama brought his hands together.
"Sage Art: True Several Thousand Hands!"
From his chakra, towering wooden structures sprouted from the desert, forming a giant Buddha seated cross-legged. Thousands of hands fanned out like a peacock's tail—ready to strike.
Madara's eyes narrowed. He remembered this jutsu. It was the very technique Hashirama had used to defeat him—his Susanoo and even the Nine-Tails had fallen to it.
He hadn't expected Hashirama to go all out like this—especially while under someone else's control. But perhaps that was the point.
Hashirama, a master of sage arts and deeply familiar with the three great summoning realms, recognized the White Snake Sage's threat. If she had left Ryūchi Cave, it meant danger—not just to Konoha, but to the entire world.
And for Konoha's sake, Hashirama was prepared to destroy her—regardless of the circumstances.
BOOM—
The earth roared, and sand and debris flew as a hundred thousand palms surged forward.
A towering stone wall rose to block them—only to shatter under the assault. Still, it absorbed the worst of the impact.
The snake-woman—now armed with a massive golden hammer—met the giant hands head-on, smashing them away with calculated swings.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The impact was thunderous. Sand, wood, and chakra collided in waves. But the snake-woman advanced steadily, carving a path through Hashirama's attack.
"Incredible..." Hashirama muttered atop the Buddha's head. "To be holding her own against this…"
Despite drawing on nearly infinite sage chakra, Hashirama felt himself pushed back.
Worse, the earth beneath the Buddha had begun to soften—muddying and sinking the structure. The deeper it sank, the harder it was to launch powerful attacks.
He tried to end it quickly.
Grabbing his right wrist, he focused all his chakra into one final move.
"Wide Net of Subduing Hands!"
The Buddha extended its right arm—its unused one. A black seal glowed in the palm, and it lunged toward the snake-woman with blinding speed.
This technique was designed to subdue tailed beasts—used once to suppress Madara's control over the Nine-Tails. Overkill perhaps, but it suited the moment.
But the snake-woman saw it coming. She darted back, taking only glancing blows. Then, with a roar, she swung her hammer—and shattered the Buddha's hand.
> CRACK!
Sawdust exploded, fragments lodging into the Buddha's wooden body like spears.
Hashirama's expression turned grim. The next strike was aimed straight at him.
Without hesitation, he activated a substitution technique and disappeared inside the Buddha's body.
But the attack never came.
Suspicious, Hashirama emerged again—and stared in awe.
High above, meteorites were falling from the sky, slamming down where the snake-woman stood.
She didn't flinch. With a golden hammer in both hands, she met them head-on, shattering one after another.
"Even our battles didn't reach this level..." Hashirama whispered. "This... this is beyond anything I've seen."
The fact that she was still standing, despite the combined efforts of him and Madara, was deeply unsettling.
Then, unexpectedly, she withdrew—stepping back from the range of the Buddha's attacks.
"What is she planning now?" Hashirama murmured.
Before he could act, a voice echoed across the field. Deep, smooth—clearly male.
"First Hokage, Senju Hashirama... isn't this a bit much as a greeting for a junior?"
A figure emerged from the crystal embedded in the snake-woman's forehead. Orochimaru.
"Even if you don't care for your student's student," he said with a sly smile, "a direct strike like that might be hard to explain to Sarutobi-sensei."
Hashirama froze. He hadn't realized... there was a boy inside the White Snake Sage?
And judging by his chakra... a shinobi of Konoha?
Tobirama floated forward, stepping beside his brother.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
"I was trained by the Third Hokage. My name is Orochimaru," the young man replied. "The First and Second passed too early—perhaps you never heard of me."
He turned toward Madara.
"But you must have heard of me, Uchiha Madara-dono."
The information in that single sentence made all three men stiffen.
For Hashirama and Tobirama—Madara was supposed to be dead, his body buried, examined.
Madara himself understood the implication immediately.
Damn it... Obito and Zetsu must have leaked information. How could they be so careless?
"What are you talking about—"
Hashirama began, but in his mind, a voice cut in—urging him to attack now.
Reluctantly, he moved the Buddha again, but the strikes were weak and uncoordinated.
The White Snake Sage blocked easily, and Orochimaru continued.
"You believed Lord Madara died at the Valley of the End—but he survived. Over time, he awakened a new power—the Rinnegan."
His words stunned them.
Izuna looked at his brother in awe.
Madara's face turned darker by the second.
Damn those two. Even such a minor detail was leaked...
"Madara planned to use Nagato for his resurrection," Orochimaru went on, amused. "But the men you trusted... were never reliable."
"So what?" Madara snapped. "Thanks for the update. Now I know who to eliminate first."
BOOM!
Another meteorite fell, clashing against the snake-woman's golden hammer.
Orochimaru's voice still carried clearly.
"No need to thank me. I just have one question. Your new body—made of sand and stone—how much of your original Rinnegan ability does it retain?"
Madara didn't answer.
He simply smiled.
"It seems... the ninja world is going to be very interesting with someone like you in it."
"Flattered," Orochimaru replied, licking his lips. "But the world is still too small. I'm afraid I can't let you see tomorrow's sun."
"Then try me."
Madara turned toward Hashirama and Izuna.
The light in his eyes surged.
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