Neither Senju Hashirama nor Uchiha Madara belonged to the same league as the rest of their era.
The Uchiha, with their Sharingan's power of replication, had countless jutsu as their foundation. And once evolved into the Mangekyō, each awakened terrifying abilities.
Calling the Uchiha the strongest clan wasn't an exaggeration.
As for the Senju, no one could rival their physical vitality aside from the Uzumaki.
Few among them awakened Wood Release, and those who did couldn't compare to Hashirama in the slightest.
To Yuto, the Senju as a whole couldn't match the Uchiha.
But one monster—Hashirama—singlehandedly tilted the balance, suppressing even the Uchiha's might.
Yuto had wondered if the Sage of Six Paths himself hadn't bent the rules to gift Hashirama such power.
The Uchiha's growth path was clear—one tomoe, three tomoe, Mangekyō, Eternal Mangekyō.
But Hashirama's rise was absurd. Sage Mode, Sage Arts… nothing the Senju could have produced on their own.
Otherwise, there would've been more than one Hashirama.
An Indra reincarnation and an Asura reincarnation, both alive in the same age, both founding Konoha.
For every other shinobi village, that was tragedy.
Yuto's eyes blazed as he shoved his lone hand into the massive jar.
Roar!
The muffled roar came from within. Freed from the seal, the Three-Tails hadn't even savored its release when a crushing suction yanked its chakra away.
No matter how the beast struggled, it couldn't resist the devouring pull.
The Black King's gift—able to consume all forms of energy. And the Bijū themselves were nothing but pure chakra.
Yuto smirked, tightening his grip, drawing even harder.
To him and to Hashirama alike, these creatures the world feared were nothing more than tools.
The more he drained, the weaker the beast's thrashing became.
A flood of satisfaction coursed through him. The chakra was immense—enough to fill half his maximum capacity.
With it, he reconstructed the half of his body he had lost. Crude in appearance, but just as functional.
"Yuto, stop!"
Hashirama rushed forward, shouting.
Madara's face turned stormy. If Yuto absorbed the beast in full, genjutsu would become useless against him.
"Too late!"
Yuto laughed coldly, his new chakra-forged hand aimed their way.
Wild energy gathered, black lightning dancing across the air.
Bijūdama!
A Tailed Beast Bomb condensed in his palm and roared outward.
And then another.
And another.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions thundered as Yuto hurled them one after another.
Hashirama and Madara had no power to absorb them. They had to withstand the barrage head-on.
While they were pinned, Yuto drained the Three-Tails faster and faster. Chakra clotted around him like thick tar.
Roar!
The beast gave a final, unwilling cry before vanishing into him completely.
"Three-Tails—this fight's yours now."
He mocked it in his mind, shameless.
The Bijū said nothing. It wanted only to sulk in the dark corners of his body and curse him.
Yuto didn't care. Just as Madara had shackled Kurama with his eyes, he too bound the Three-Tails. Consent meant nothing.
"Hashiboy, Lil' Mad—I told you not to be so sure of yourselves. The real slaughter begins now! This world doesn't belong to Konoha alone!!"
His roar split the heavens, black lightning exploding around him. Then he vanished.
This was his final gamble.
They didn't understand his last words, but neither Madara nor Hashirama hesitated—they struck as well.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The battlefield detonated under their clash.
Just as Yuto promised, this was the true fight. His weakness was gone.
The battle raged on—
Explosions shook the land.
For three days, the fighting never ceased.
Hundreds of kilometers of land were torn apart, the earth scarred beyond recognition.
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