As Ryōsuke gathered his chakra, a massive torrent of water erupted from the palm of his hand.
It shot straight toward the boiling magma balls.
In an instant, the magma cooled into black rocks and plummeted to the ground.
The Rinnegan not only allowed Ryōsuke to use all six chakra natures but also enabled him to cast jutsu without hand signs.
This was the true power of the Sage's eyes.
He didn't know if other Rinnegan wielders could do the same, but he could feel this innate ability within himself.
Perhaps it was a unique trait of his specific Rinnegan.
Naturally, the water he unleashed wasn't drawn from the environment; it was created entirely by converting his own chakra.
With his immense chakra reserves, the volume of water he produced was staggering.
Observing carefully, Ōnoki's eyes widened at the sight.
He had assumed that when faced with such an attack, Uchiha Madara would either dodge or block it head-on using Susanoo, the divine power residing within the Mangekyō Sharingan.
After all, Susanoo's defense was virtually impenetrable. Even Rōshi's magma balls likely wouldn't have caused much damage.
But he never expected this man to use Water Style.
It left him thoroughly astonished.
Uchiha Madara was once the strongest ninja of the Uchiha Clan.
He was undoubtedly powerful, but the Uchiha were famous for their Fire Style.
How could he possibly use Water Style?
It completely contradicted Madara's nature.
Furthermore, it was a signless jutsu. There was no way Uchiha Madara could be this proficient in Water Style.
Ōnoki called out, "Who exactly are you?"
Beside him, Rōshi was equally confused.
Why was Ōnoki asking that?
Wasn't this Uchiha Madara?
He hadn't expected his ultimate Lava Style technique to be dismantled so easily.
His Lava Style was supposed to counter Water Style, unlike Fire Style, which was weak to it.
What a terrifying guy.
Ōnoki ignored him.
Did Rōshi know absolutely nothing about the Uchiha Clan?
Fire Style was their signature jutsu. Even their clan crest was a flame fan, let alone the fact that Madara was their strongest member.
The current strongest ninja of the Leaf Village's Uchiha Clan was Uchiha Ryōsuke, whom Ōnoki had never met.
But he had seen Uchiha Madara before.
Years ago, alongside his master, the Second Tsuchikage, he had been injured just by the sheer, overwhelming aura Madara exuded.
He was a truly terrifying monster.
The man before him also gave off a distinct presence, but it lacked that abnormal, dread-inducing terror of Uchiha Madara.
Who in the world was this guy?
Ryōsuke didn't answer the question. His identity didn't matter; it was time to get down to business.
"Hand over the Tailed Beast and submit to me. Do that, and I'll spare your miserable lives."
Hearing this, Rōshi instantly flared up in anger.
"Bastard! Who would ever give you the Tailed Beast? Don't even think about it!"
To casually offer to spare their lives—what sheer arrogance.
Ōnoki's expression, however, grew heavy.
What did this guy mean?
Was he trying to force the Stone Village to submit and become a vassal state again, just like in the past?
Absolutely not. The Stone Village was now one of the top hidden villages.
If they hadn't lost so many ninja fighting the Cloud Village's Third Raikage, they would undoubtedly be the dominant force in the shinobi world.
He would never accept such a proposal.
"Keep dreaming! The Stone Village will never become anyone's vassal!"
Nearby, Kitsuchi agreed with his father's words.
Some baffling, secretive man actually dared to claim he would subjugate the Stone Village.
It was laughable.
Even the legendary Uchiha Madara couldn't pull that off.
Kitsuchi immediately stepped forward, charging at high speed.
Even if this really was Uchiha Madara, the man wasn't known for his taijutsu.
He clenched his right hand into a fist.
"Earth Style: Rock Fist!"
In an instant, his entire right hand transformed into solid rock.
This drastically increased both the hardness and weight of his fist.
Watching from a safe distance, Kurotsuchi looked on excitedly at her father's attack.
'Dad is so awesome!'
Although her father looked a bit goofy, this move would definitely send that guy flying.
This technique was incredibly fierce, capable of shattering a massive boulder in a single strike.
Of course, she knew the jutsu too, but hers lacked this kind of destructive power due to her smaller build and lower chakra reserves.
Ryōsuke watched the massive, sandbag-sized fist hurtling toward him, his interest piqued.
As a taijutsu enthusiast, why would he ever shy away from a clash of fists?
"Bring it on!"
He swung his own fist and met the attack head-on.
Seeing that his opponent neither dodged nor used ninjutsu, Kitsuchi realized the man actually wanted to match him in taijutsu.
In that case, he would use his full strength to put this guy down for good.
"Earth Style: Added-Weight Rock Jutsu!"
He increased the weight of his fist even further.
Empowered by both jutsu, his punch surged forward with even more devastating momentum.
Ryōsuke naturally noticed the change, but he didn't back down, throwing his punch straight ahead.
Although he felt the power of the incoming strike multiply, there was still no need for him to use a forbidden jutsu like the Eight Inner Gates.
Boom! The two fists collided.
They were locked in a dead heat.
The immense impact caused Kitsuchi's petrified rock fist to crack, sending fragments of stone flying into the air.
Kitsuchi was in disbelief. This guy was actually matching his strength? How was that possible?
This was an attack fueled by his full physical power and amplified by two ninjutsu.
A single strike like this could easily level a small mountain.
He was confident he could even send a Tailed Beast flying with it.
Looking at his opponent, Ryōsuke felt quite satisfied. The man's physical strength was impressive, enough to rival his current base power.
Without opening the Eight Inner Gates, he probably couldn't overpower him in pure strength.
However, putting everything into a single, all-out strike to achieve such immense power came with a fatal flaw.
If the attack failed to land a decisive blow, the user was in danger. The sheer weight of the fist made his movements sluggish.
It was just like Han, the Five-Tails Jinchūriki.
Holding back some of his strength, Ryōsuke raised his leg and delivered a flying kick straight at Kitsuchi.
Caught completely off guard, Kitsuchi was sent flying away.