At this very moment...
Two men who looked almost exactly alike stood facing each other.
Both possessed the same distinctive lavender eyes—Rinnegan.
They stared across the battlefield, unmoving, as if sizing each other up in a mirror.
"Hah..."
"So it's real."
"A completely unexpected and special existence..."
The real Uchiha Madara, arms crossed, looked at the figure in the distance who was the spitting image of himself. His eyes narrowed as he analyzed the man who bore not just his face but his Rinnegan.
Across from him, Leo calmly met his gaze. His Rinnegan glowed with equal power as he stood in the ruins of the battle just fought.
Now it was clear. What had just happened wasn't some illusion or transformation—it was real.
They had truly come face to face under these bizarre circumstances.
"Madara…!"
From above, Konan shouted. She hadn't yet realized what was going on. Fueled by emotion, she released a storm of paper bombs toward Leo, her will ignited with defiance.
Leo sighed and lifted his hand.
"Shinra Tensei."
A wave of force erupted, dispersing the paper bombs with ease. Konan was flung back, her body landing several meters away.
"Foolish woman," Leo muttered, lowering his hand. "That man isn't me."
Nearby, hidden among the rubble, Sasuke Uchiha observed with wide eyes. "Is that... a clone of the teacher?"
He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Two Madaras, but clearly not the same person.
Meanwhile, Uchiha Madara raised an eyebrow.
"Shinra Tensei?"
The corners of his mouth curled upward slightly.
"So... his Rinnegan is the real deal."
"This is getting interesting."
He turned his head toward the figure beside him. "Black Zetsu. That's the one, right? You said he can even use the Wheel Grave?"
Black Zetsu stepped forward, voice low. "Yes, Lord Madara. His identity is still a mystery, but he is powerful—perhaps even more than you."
Madara narrowed his eyes, the cold aura around him intensifying. "No one surpasses me."
"Once we capture him, we'll have answers."
"And his Rinnegan... will be mine."
With that, Madara's hands flew through a series of rapid seals.
"Wood Style: Advent of a World of Trees!"
Suddenly—
CRACKKKK—
Massive tree roots exploded from the earth, rising like colossal serpents. They tore through buildings and roads, racing toward Leo with tremendous force.
Konan's eyes widened in horror.
Sasuke took several steps back, shaken by the sheer size and power of the incoming technique.
Rain Shinobi Village trembled. Steel towers collapsed under the weight of the wood, and entire sections of the city were buried in an instant.
"Everyone, evacuate!"
"Run!!"
Civilians and ninja alike screamed as they fled from Madara's Wood Style. But unknowingly, they ran toward Leo—caught between two devils.
And then—
"Wood Style: Advent of a World of Trees!"
Leo mirrored the jutsu.
BOOM!
A second forest of massive tree roots erupted around Leo. But unlike Madara's reckless destruction, Leo's technique was precise—his trees curled around the fleeing villagers, shielding them.
Gasps of disbelief echoed through the city.
The two forests collided mid-air with thunderous crashes. The ground quaked. Debris flew.
Roots twisted and shattered against each other in a brutal tug-of-war.
But soon, a pattern emerged.
Madara's wood began to splinter.
Leo's was overpowering it.
"Impossible..." Madara muttered, narrowing his eyes.
BOOM!
Madara's tree roots collapsed under the pressure. Leo's pushed forward, surging toward the building where Madara stood.
"Hmph," Madara scoffed.
He leapt into the air, nimbly hopping from one giant tree to the next, charging directly toward Leo with deadly precision.
Seeing this, Leo canceled his Wood Style and leapt forward as well, ready to clash.
"Lord Madara!" Black Zetsu shouted from below, tossing two familiar weapons into the air.
Madara caught them effortlessly—his Uchiha war fan and the Shura sickle.
His smirk widened.
"Let's see how long you can keep up, imposter."
In an instant, he was inches from Leo.
SWOOSH—
Madara struck first, swinging both weapons with brutal strength.
CLANG!!
The sound of metal colliding rang through the air.
Madara's eyes widened.
Leo had blocked the attack—with the exact same weapons.
A war fan.
A Shura sickle.
"You... have my weapons too?"
Madara hesitated.
For a moment, his confidence faltered.
But it was just a moment.
"Tch—!"
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
A rapid exchange of blows followed. War fan against war fan. Sickle against sickle.
The two Uchiha danced through the air, colliding again and again.
"Shameless imposter!!" Madara roared, fury burning in his voice.
Realizing brute strength might not be enough, he suddenly shouted:
"Wheel Grave: Side Prison!"
Invisible shadows emerged behind him—the spectral clones of Wheel Grave.
But Leo was already one step ahead.
"Wheel Grave: Side Prison!"
His own invisible Wheel Grave shadows materialized and launched a counterattack.
Invisible forces collided. Ghosts of chakra clashed in unseen battle.
To the ordinary people below, it looked like two identical warriors locked in a vicious duel, striking and dodging in perfect symmetry.
But to the Rinnegan users...
It was an all-out war.
"Susanoo: Complete Form!"
Madara's voice echoed as his body was enveloped in a massive, armored titan of chakra. The sky darkened under the sheer scale of his complete Susanoo.
Not to be outdone, Leo's Rinnegan shifted briefly to his Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.
"Susanoo: Complete Form!"
A second titan rose.
BOOOOM!!
The two Susanoo giants collided with fists the size of buildings.
The force of their clash sent shockwaves across the battlefield.
Madara's Susanoo was sent skidding backward five full steps, metal armor cracking slightly.
Leo's Susanoo only moved two steps back.
Madara's face twisted with disbelief.
"You... you bastard!!"
He gritted his teeth. "You imitate me... copy me... and you surpass me?!"
Down below, Konan, Sasuke, and the surviving Rain Shinobi could only stare in stunned silence.
"What's happening...?" Sasuke murmured.
"They're... fighting themselves?" Konan whispered.
The battle raged on, echoing through the ruins of Rain Shinobi Village.
Two Madaras.
One the original.
One the reincarnated.
Identical in appearance, skill, and power.
But only one would stand victorious.
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