Chapter 385: The Fall of the First Asura
"Kamui!"
With a single thought, Obito's clone activated the power of Kamui, enveloping his Susanoo in its spatial distortion.
The entangling wooden vines twisted and shattered instantly—unable to break through the defense of the Kamui Susanoo.
Obito's clone controlled the massive entity to leap into the air, gripping the sword with both hands and slashing down at Madara.
Madara didn't dare block it directly and quickly leapt away to evade.
A mighty Susanoo being forced to dodge like a toy—it was a pitiful sight to behold.
At that moment, Li Yao's Obito clone completely lost interest. He sheathed his sword and stood still.
"Wood Style: Wood Dragon Jutsu!"
Still placing his trust in Wood Release, Madara unleashed it once again. A massive wooden dragon coiled around the Kamui Susanoo.
The Wood Dragon was famed for its ability to absorb chakra, known as Susanoo's natural counter. Once wrapped around it, Susanoo would collapse from chakra depletion.
But Madara had forgotten—this wasn't a normal Susanoo. This was Kamui Susanoo.
The moment the Wood Dragon touched it, the Kamui-infused chakra twisted it apart into splinters, unable to drain anything.
"Out of tricks? Use whatever you've got left."
Li Yao's Obito clone's contemptuous voice echoed. Madara looked up and saw the disdain in Obito's eyes—a heavy blow to his pride.
When had a mere kid been able to look down on him like this?!
Madara immediately used the Wood Human Technique, reinforcing his Susanoo to form the colossal Armored Susanoo.
Yet even then, Obito's eyes still held contempt.
In truth, the moment Madara began relying on Wood Release, Obito's clone no longer saw him as the terrifying force he once was.
No matter how powerful Wood Release was, it wasn't Madara's original ability—it was something implanted, borrowed power.
A man who relied solely on borrowed power… wasn't worth respecting.
Li Yao had lost all desire to fight seriously. Watching Madara's desperate struggle was more amusing than anything else.
Slash!
Boom!
The Kamui Susanoo slowly rose, flicked its massive blade, and returned it to its scabbard. Behind it, Madara's Armored Susanoo split in two and crashed to the ground with a thunderous roar.
Susanoo dissipated.
Madara stood alone on the earth, staring blankly at the Kamui Susanoo's massive back.
"I lost…?"
"No! I haven't lost yet!"
Madara refused to accept it. His Mangekyō Sharingan evolved further—into the Rinnegan.
"Limbo: Border Jail!"
In the blink of an eye, Madara used the Rinnegan's most powerful secret technique. Four shadowy clones formed in the interspatial layer.
Kamui might be powerful, but it couldn't touch these shadows. They existed in a separate layer, able to bypass Susanoo's defenses and attack Obito's real body.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Yet, within the interspatial layer, four Obito clones appeared, blocking Madara's shadows.
Madara's expression froze.
"You've even mastered that…?"
"Anything else?"
Obito's Kamui Susanoo turned around, looking down at Uchiha Madara with his own Rinnegan—eyes cold and sharp.
This moment… triggered Madara's signature Uchiha maniacal laughter.
After the fit of laughter, he glared at Obito standing atop the Susanoo and said coldly, "Obito, you've done well. Truly well. I don't know what you've done, but to push me this far—I, Uchiha Madara, acknowledge you as the strongest."
"But… have you forgotten how you're still alive?"
With that, Madara formed hand signs to activate the forbidden curse seal he had planted in Obito's heart when he had saved him—meant to kill him instantly.
However… nothing happened.
Obito's clone remained unharmed, his eyes filled with ridicule.
In that instant, Madara realized—even his final trump card had failed.
"Impossible!!!"
"That's absolutely impossible!!!"
Madara was truly shaken. The death curse seal he had implanted was unbreakable, designed to be destroyed only by external attack.
But destroying it would also kill Madara in the process.
Yet now, there was no reaction at all.
"Looks like you're out of cards."
Li Yao's Obito clone spoke calmly. Madara's expression changed drastically—he instinctively activated the Rinnegan's Deva Path ability to repel him.
Whoosh!
But Li Yao had already vanished, leaving behind a swelling black sphere of compressed space.
Snap!
As expected—even the Asura of the shinobi world, Uchiha Madara, was instantly erased by the power of spatial collapse.
"Retreat!"
The moment Madara vanished, Kabuto—watching from afar—sensed the loss of his control, or rather, the disappearance of his summoned ninja.
Given everything he had just seen, Kabuto realized Madara had been killed by Obito.
In that instant, all thoughts of cooperation were gone. He only wanted to escape.
But before he could move, a demonic voice whispered by his ear—
"Retreat?"
"Where do you think you're going?"
Kabuto froze in place. His vision darkened with black energy—then faded into nothingness.
High above, Li Yao's Obito clone glanced around at the devastated terrain. With a thought, he teleported above Konoha using the Flying Thunder God.
"Let's rest for the night—no need to rush."
High in the sky, Li Yao spoke to another Obito clone.
In the original series, even with only part of the Eight-Tails and Nine-Tails' chakra, the Ten-Tails' jinchūriki Obito couldn't use Kamui and could barely access the Rinnegan's powers—all his energy was consumed by restraining the Ten-Tails.
That alone showed how immense the pressure was—becoming the Ten-Tails' jinchūriki was exponentially harder than hosting any single Tailed Beast.
Li Yao believed his chakra control far surpassed Obito's. As a master of sealing techniques, he was confident he could handle the Ten-Tails better.
But caution was still necessary.
He would rest for the night. Tomorrow, fully recovered, he would extract the Nine-Tails from Naruto and fuse it into the Gedo Statue to revive the Ten-Tails—and become its jinchūriki.
Soon, night fell.
Obito's clone rested in the Kamui dimension. Li Yao took Tsunade with him to sit atop her Hokage Monument stone face.
Tonight's moon was bright, bathing the village in soft light.
Below, at the bottom of the massive crater left by Shinra Tensei, rows of newly built wooden houses glowed gently with lanterns.
One had to admit—ninja abilities were perfect for rapid construction.
The memory of that day's battle was still fresh, yet by nightfall, the survivors had already built a small town.
Even amid grief, having a place to call home helped dispel despair and restore a glimmer of hope for life.
But sitting on Li Yao's back, gazing down at the little town with an unsettled expression, Tsunade felt no hope.
Only despair consumed her heart.
(END CHAPTER)
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