Roar!
A dragon's cry echoed from Hashirama's position.
Boom!
The ground exploded, and a wooden dragon hundreds of meters long soared upward, with Hashirama calmly standing atop its head.
On the other side, ghostly blue flames wrapped tightly around Madara. In the blink of an eye, a giant hundreds of meters tall materialized before Yuto—his Susanoo.
"Looks like you two are done with ninjutsu?"
Yuto tilted his head back, watching the two figures—one on the wooden dragon, the other within Susanoo.
"Trying once was enough. Your kekkei genkai is indeed beyond imagination, but I don't believe even you can nullify taijutsu."
Madara crossed his arms, his voice cold.
Hashirama's eyes were serious. "Yuto, as one of the Three Legends of the Warring States, your warmup is over!"
"That… that's the two strongest men of Konoha!"
"What terrifying chakra—that's the power that ended the Warring States!"
"Will Mizukage-sama be alright?"
"Relax! Mizukage-sama is far stronger than we could ever imagine!"
From afar, the shinobi of Kirigakure watched, their voices trembling with shock as they stared at the towering wooden dragon and giant.
"Tch, bullying me for not having a big move? Fine then—let's make some noise!"
Yuto twisted his neck. Looking up at things several hundred meters tall made it sore.
As an Alpha-level mutant, the Black King's power was far greater than what had ever been shown in a movie.
His ability let him absorb all forms of energy and convert it into his own. Electrical, kinetic, wind—any motion could be taken in and turned into raw strength.
In ordinary battles, Yuto never went all-out. Even standing still, the energy flowing in the air was terrifying.
Absorb too much without release, and the buildup itself became dangerous.
But against Madara and Hashirama together, full power was the only answer.
In terms of endurance, Yuto feared no one!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
As Yuto fully unleashed his ability, the ground itself began to tremble.
Energy flowing through the air gathered toward him. The clear sky darkened under storm clouds.
Furious winds howled. Thunder exploded overhead.
Around Yuto, even the air shimmered and twisted visibly.
This was the terror of an Alpha-level mutant.
A suffocating aura spread from him, making both Hashirama and Madara's pupils contract.
Hashirama could clearly feel the natural energy in the air rushing into Yuto, along with countless other energies.
Anyone else would have been petrified—or blown apart from the sheer chaos of it.
But Yuto showed no trace of sage transformation, no change to his body at all, despite devouring such a flood of energy.
"So… who goes first?"
Yuto grinned, bumping his fists together—producing a sharp sonic boom.
Boom!
He stomped the ground, splitting it apart, and vanished.
"Madara, behind you!"
Hashirama roared.
Madara's Mangekyō spun wildly. "I can see it!"
"Lil' Mad, seeing doesn't mean your body can keep up."
Yuto smirked, using his momentum to appear behind Susanoo's head.
Bang!
His punch shattered the air itself. Susanoo's head crumpled like paper, obliterated in an instant.
Madara reacted quickly, shifting from the head down into Susanoo's chest cavity the moment Yuto appeared.
Even so, the ease with which Yuto broke Susanoo's defense made him flinch.
Roar!
A dragon's cry split the sky as the massive wooden dragon lunged, clamping Yuto in its jaws and slamming him into the ground.
Boom!
Dust exploded upward in a storm.
On the ground, Yuto stood uninjured, though his body stiffened slightly.
Hashirama's eyes gleamed—confirmation of their guess.
"Sealing jutsu, huh?"
Madara's lips curved in a rare smile. Finally, something promising in this battle.
He excelled in ninjutsu, but Yuto was nearly immune to all of it.
The Black King's ability couldn't absorb genjutsu, and neither could it deal with sealing techniques.
That made Wood Release a natural check against him.
But only a check.
Yuto hammered his fists into the wooden dragon's head, splintering wood everywhere.
Even with Hashirama repairing it nonstop, the destruction outpaced the regeneration.
"Perfect Susanoo!"
Madara's eyes flared, Mangekyō radiating power.
Susanoo swelled beyond mountains, armored plates forming over its frame.
Two enormous energy blades, each hundreds of meters long, appeared in its hands.
"Combine!"
Madara's Susanoo slammed the twin blades together, fusing them into one colossal sword of pure energy.
He raised it high, voice thundering as he swung down toward Yuto: "Cut!!"
Held fast in place by Hashirama's dragon, Yuto couldn't move.
As the titanic blade fell from the sky, his eyes widened, and he spat a curse.
Even with the Black King's power, he felt death looming.
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