"That's right! There's only three minutes left!" Madara answered truthfully, then added coldly, "Three minutes is more than enough... for me to drag you down to hell!"
"I don't believe that," Kaito muttered, shaking his head.
"Hmph, foolish brat! Allow me to show you what absolute strength means !" Madara sneered.
In the next instant, Madara launched himself forward like a fired cannonball, shattering the ground beneath him. His right hand clenched, chakra flared, and a massive blade formed—blue flames dancing along the edge of the weapon as it emerged from his ethereal Susanoo.
Kaito narrowed his eyes, his thoughts calm but sharp.
"As expected of Uchiha Madara… he's mastered Susanoo far beyond what I saw from Itachi or Sasuke. But…"
Kaito's lips curled slightly.
"…using that on me? That's underestimating me."
Whoosh!
Kaito vanished in a flash, leaving behind a blur in the air. He reappeared, charging head-on toward Madara.
His right hand erupted with black lightning, forming a colossal thunder blade laced with eerie black flames. A weapon forged from raw chakra—silent and deadly.
"Boy!" Madara shouted, voice heavy with arrogance. "My body is now in its prime. You still think you can beat me like before? You're delusional!"
"You don't get it," Kaito replied coolly. "The world you and Hashirama once ruled is gone. It's time to return to your grave."
"Then die!" Madara snarled, his speed suddenly doubling as he surged forward.
Kaito met him without hesitation.
A streak of red and a streak of black collided in the air, each movement sharp as lightning.
Clang!
The weapons clashed, unleashing a deafening ring that echoed for miles.
Raw power erupted from their blades.
Boom!
The ground beneath them crumbled instantly. Rocks and dirt blasted upward like a volcano erupting in reverse. A vortex of debris spun wildly around them, spiderweb cracks racing outwards from their clash.
Buzz!
The shockwave burst forth like a category 10 storm, ripping apart the terrain. The muddy vortex shattered under the pressure. Winds howled across the battlefield, flattening trees and sending dust spiraling into the sky.
In the center of the chaos, Kaito and Madara locked weapons, eyes blazing.
"You're better than I thought, kid," Madara admitted, red eyes gleaming. "You're not just a ninjutsu prodigy. Your taijutsu... it's remarkable."
"You flatter me," Kaito said with a smirk. "Honestly, I'm surprised you still have this kind of strength at your age. Must be those supplements."
Bang!
Madara suddenly forced his blade forward, pushing Kaito back several meters.
But Kaito anticipated it. As he was shoved away, he flipped midair and landed in a crouch, skidding to a controlled stop.
Whoosh!
Madara appeared in front of him again, blade raised and roaring with blue flames.
Kaito didn't flinch. His thunder sword met Madara's strike head-on.
Clang!
Blue and black sparks burst across the battlefield like fireworks.
The sheer force of the strike blew a crater into the ground beneath them.
They split apart once more—then immediately collided again.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
They clashed repeatedly, leaping, striking, and dodging. The once-flat plain was now pockmarked with craters and torn earth. The terrain warped and crumbled under their power.
They moved like twin storms—one black, one red—tearing across the land. No grass survived in their wake, only barren dirt and destruction.
From their blades, arcs of chakra-infused light streaked outward—blue and black slashes, each one powerful enough to rival A-rank jutsu like Wind Blade.
Not far off, Tsunade stood in stunned silence.
This battle... it defied reason.
The sheer pressure from their physical clash alone rivaled the strongest ninjutsu. Each blow could easily kill an elite jonin. Only a Kage-level shinobi like her could even hope to survive near the edge of the battle.
"This is the power of Madara Uchiha? My great-grandfather's rival…?" she whispered.
Watching the two warriors trade blows, she suddenly felt small. Insignificant.
In that instant, she knew—if she entered that battlefield, even for a moment, she'd be destroyed.
Meanwhile, Shikaku, observing from afar, couldn't stop shaking his head.
"They're legends for a reason," he muttered. "No wonder Madara was feared as the God of War. And this Kaito… he's no less terrifying."
Behind him, others echoed his thoughts—acknowledging that the "Kage level" they once believed to be the peak of power… meant nothing here.
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High above the battlefield, the Third Tsuchikage, Ōnoki, floated in the air, eyes wide as he watched the chaos unfold below.
Two figures. One black, one red.
One of them, he knew all too well.
"Madara Uchiha… you're still alive?" he whispered. "He hasn't aged. Not a wrinkle. Not a scar. It's as if time never touched him!"
But what truly shocked him wasn't Madara—it was Kaito.
"That boy… he's going toe-to-toe with Madara," Onoki muttered. "Kaito… This is beyond belief!"
He shook his head, trembling.
"Damn it… Why doesn't Iwagakure have talents like this? Once again, Konoha gets everything!"
"Even Hiruzen Sarutobi—if he knew Kaito had this power, he'd be regretting ever allowing the Senju clan to fall!"
"Actually… I bet he's already regretting it. From the moment Kaito stepped onto the battlefield."
A dry laugh escaped Onoki.
"But… at least this boy doesn't belong to any of the Five Great Nations now. He walks alone. If no village claims him, the balance will remain."
He glanced at the sky, already imagining the headlines spreading across the shinobi world.
"After today… the entire world will know the name Kaito. The new God of Shinobi."
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Back on the battlefield…
The land was ruined—covered in hundreds of crater-like holes, as if meteors had struck the night before. Every plant and tree within a hundred-mile radius had been obliterated. The world was silent, stripped bare by power.
The two titans returned to their original positions, facing each other calmly.
That brief test of strength told them everything—they were evenly matched in taijutsu. No amount of brute force would settle this.
Any more would just waste energy.
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