The power that Uchiha Madara had just unleashed was utterly overwhelming—even Yuto couldn't absorb it all at once.
"Damn it!"
Yuto's expression darkened. At this point, there was no way he could dodge.
He had no choice but to take it head-on.
The sky-splitting energy blade descended from above. It hadn't even landed yet, and already the pressure alone split a distant mountain in two.
"Absorb, damn it!!"
Yuto roared, thrusting his left hand upward, catching the massive energy sword mid-fall.
BOOM!
A shockwave of pressure wiped out everything around him. Not even dust remained—the battlefield was scoured clean.
Seeing what had just happened, both Madara and Hashirama's pupils contracted in unison.
He stopped it.
Yuto had actually caught the giant sword—and with only one hand.
It was like watching an ant hold up a giant's foot.
No one knew better than Madara just how powerful that blow had been. Even Hashirama would've dodged instead of trying to block it.
"Kuh…"
Blood trickled from the corner of Yuto's mouth. The torrent of energy pouring into his body was boiling over.
Madara let out a low growl, directing Susanoo to press the sword down harder, both hands gripping the hilt.
But no matter how much force he applied…
The blade didn't budge an inch.
Yuto's left hand remained locked on the sword, absorbing every drop of its energy. His entire arm glowed, veins bulging with raw power.
"That's one hell of a move… But if it can't kill me in one shot—
then you're the ones who die!"
Yuto's eyes gleamed with madness. He raised his free right hand high above his head.
A deep blue glow burst from his palm, forming the shape of a new energy blade.
One meter… Two meters… Ten… Fifty… One hundred…
Within seconds, Yuto was crafting an energy sword identical to Madara's, though it was still growing—already over a hundred meters long, and still expanding.
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"Madara! Fall back! He's absorbing your chakra!!"
Hashirama shouted, forming seals rapidly as his hands glowed with urgency.
Dozens of wooden dragons burst from the ground, rushing toward Yuto. Each one roared as it spiraled around him, trying to coil and constrict him.
Hashirama was clearly hoping the sealing properties of Wood Style could suppress Yuto's energy absorption.
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"Damn it—I can't move!!"
Madara gritted his teeth. He could feel his chakra pouring into Yuto uncontrollably.
He tried to retreat—but his body refused to respond.
Cold sweat beaded down his face as he watched the sword in Susanoo's hands shrink visibly, while the blade in Yuto's hand grew exponentially larger.
Yuto's sword wasn't just forged from Madara's chakra—it also held Yuto's own energy, plus traces of Hashirama's as well.
Even Yuto didn't know how powerful this weapon truly was.
Then, his eyes snapped wide.
"It's done! My big-ass sword is ready!"
The massive energy blade had fully formed—600 to 700 meters long, shooting into the heavens. Compared to it, Yuto looked no bigger than an insect.
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SLASH!
Yuto swung his arm.
The titanic blade followed instantly, tearing through the air like a divine judgment.
In a single instant, the dozens of wooden dragons that had wrapped around him were sliced to bits—reduced to mere splinters.
Without pause, Yuto leapt into the air, soaring dozens of meters high, and brought the sword down on Susanoo.
KRSHHH!!
A shrill, bone-rattling screech echoed across the battlefield.
The massive Susanoo—hundreds of meters tall—was cleaved in half.
Blood gushed from Madara's chest. His face went pale.
If he hadn't reacted fast enough, that strike would've split him in two.
Yuto didn't look surprised that Madara had survived. He simply raised the sword again, and swung it down once more.
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He had to eliminate Madara first.
His genjutsu was too dangerous.
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"Wood Style: Wood Human Technique!"
Hashirama's eyes widened in alarm. He formed a seal and roared.
BOOM!
A massive wooden humanoid emerged, positioning itself in front of Madara just in time. Its hands clapped together and caught Yuto's blade in a deadlock.
Hashirama then flashed to Madara's side, placing glowing green hands over his chest.
The life-giving power of Wood Release surged forth, rapidly healing the wound across Madara's chest.
Within seconds, it was completely sealed.
"Thanks, Hashirama…"
Madara gave him a complicated look—a rare moment of gratitude.
Hashirama didn't respond. His face was grim.
"My wooden guardian won't last long. Yuto's power… it far exceeds what I imagined."
He wasn't wrong. The longer the battle went on, the clearer it became:
> Yuto was on a completely different level.
Only together could Hashirama and Madara barely hold their own.
Individually, neither of them stood a chance.
And this man—this monster—had ambitions to unify the entire shinobi world.
That was something Hashirama would never allow.
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