Although in his past life Yuto had liked Uchiha Madara, that ridiculously overpowered figure, facing him as an opponent was enough to give anyone a headache.
After all, whether it was taijutsu, genjutsu, or ninjutsu, Madara had no weaknesses. Add in his sharp intellect…
Headache. Yuto could only feel a pounding headache now.
Against Senju Hashirama, brute force would do the job. Against Madara, however, one wrong step could end in disaster.
"As expected, I really don't like smart people."
Yuto muttered inwardly.
While Yuto was grumbling in his heart, Hashirama and Madara's eyes lit up. Without hesitation, both struck at the same time.
"Katon—Gōka Mekkyaku (Fire Release: Majestic Destroyer Flame)!"
Madara's hands clapped together in a flash, and in less than a second the seals were complete.
An immense wave of fire surged from his mouth.
The flames, like a roaring sea, carried scorching heat as they surged straight toward Yuto.
At the same time, Hashirama's foot slammed into the ground, his body flickering and vanishing like a phantom.
Looking at the sea of flames before him, Yuto couldn't help but feel impressed. A mere B-rank ninjutsu, in Madara's hands, was stronger than an ordinary A-rank.
But Yuto didn't dodge—or rather, there was no need.
In an instant, the flames engulfed him.
The searing heat swept across the land, as though it would melt the very earth. Under the intense temperature, the ground even formed tiny crystalline particles.
The next moment, however, the overwhelming fire began to fade—within a blink, half of it had already been absorbed by Yuto.
"Not bad, Lil' Mad. I wonder, what other jutsu do you have?"
Yuto chuckled as he absorbed the flames.
Madara smirked coldly, ignoring the taunt.
Yuto's eyes narrowed. The massive wall of flames had blocked his sight, and only now did he notice Hashirama had vanished.
"Where are you?"
Yuto scanned the surroundings, muttering softly.
Thud!
A muffled sound came from behind him.
Chōkōken (Monster Strength Punch)!
Hashirama's eyes widened as he swung his fist, simple and direct.
The blow carried such force it seemed the very air would shatter.
The terrifying punch landed squarely on Yuto's back—yet like a stone sinking into the sea, his body didn't budge.
"Got you!"
Yuto grinned, not even turning his head, as his back erupted in roaring flames, instantly engulfing Hashirama.
That fire was the very Gōka Mekkyaku he had absorbed earlier.
Boom!
Yuto stomped the ground, launching forward like an arrow. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Madara.
"Lil' Mad, this punch belongs to Hashiboy!"
Yuto sneered as he drove a crushing punch into Madara's chest.
Crack!
Madara didn't even have time to react before his body shattered into chunks of wood.
"Che, a substitution technique."
Yuto clicked his tongue and instantly moved away.
Thunk! Thunk!
Countless wooden spikes erupted from the ground where he had stood.
"Just as the intel described…"
Hashirama's face was unusually grave, though his eyes gleamed with excitement.
Madara nodded as well.
The intelligence on Yuto had piled up high in Konoha.
But neither Hashirama nor Madara had fully trusted it.
After all, intel could be true or false, and no one could ever be sure whether what you gathered wasn't planted by the enemy.
"Hashirama, don't you feel it? My body is trembling with excitement!"
Madara's voice rang out, fists clenched, filled with long-lost exhilaration.
"That's right, Madara!"
Hashirama smiled suddenly. It had been far too long since he'd felt the thrill of an all-out battle.
As Konoha's top forces, neither was ever allowed to unleash themselves freely.
But Yuto was strong enough to let them fight without restraint!
Boom! Boom!
With two simultaneous impacts, Madara and Hashirama shot forward like twin streaks of light, charging at Yuto.
"What the hell are you two so excited about?!"
Yuto grumbled, though he failed to notice he was just as fired up himself.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
With two sharp sounds, Madara and Hashirama appeared before him in a flash.
Together, they seized one arm each, pinning Yuto in place.
At the same time, as if perfectly in sync, they both drove punches into his face.
The terrifying force was instantly absorbed upon contact, vanishing into Yuto.
To him, those two fists felt no heavier than a light tap—barely a sensation at all.
"Decent fists… but still far too weak!"
Yuto growled, and with the power he'd absorbed from both punches, he yanked hard.
In one motion, he tore both Hashirama and Madara off the ground and hurled them forward.
"It's not over yet—Suiton: Bakusui Shōha (Water Release: Exploding Water Colliding Wave)! Suiton: Suiryūdan no Jutsu (Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet Technique)!"
Yuto's hands blurred into one-handed seals, completed almost instantly. The moment he slammed them into the ground, twin torrents of water erupted, crashing onto the two men.
Yuto hadn't become Mizukage just because of his immortality—his talent was extraordinary as well.
In Kirigakure, the only other person who could perform one-handed seals was Haku's ancestor, Mizunoyuki Byakuren!
"Susanoo!!"
"Mokuton—Mokuryū no Jutsu (Wood Release: Wood Dragon Technique)!"
Two thunderous shouts rang out at once!
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