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[Kozuki Oden possessed absolute confidence in his own combat capabilities. He didn't bring any retainers with him as backup, choosing instead to confront the Shogun's Mansion occupied by Kurozumi Orochi completely alone. However, this decision proved a blessing in disguise—by going solo, he inadvertently saved many lives by preventing his loyal followers from walking into the same trap.
The samurai drew both his legendary swords, standing before the familiar entrance to what had once been his home. This place originally belonged to the Kozuki clan by birthright and blood. That the Kurozumi clan dared to steal it represented ultimate audacity—they were simply a troupe of clowns performing above their station.
At this moment, regardless of how magnanimous Kozuki Oden typically behaved, he could distinguish between major and minor offenses. He'd decided definitively: today he would sever Kurozumi Orochi's head to comfort his wife and children for the grievances they'd suffered across recent years of hiding and fear.
As soon as the samurai stepped through the Shogun's mansion gates, Kozuki Oden's Observation Haki immediately detected something profoundly wrong. The surrounding environment felt unnaturally quiet—even the maids who usually cleaned the courtyard were absent, let alone other staff or guards. Complete desertion.
The empty Shogun's Mansion definitely concealed danger. Kozuki Oden's personal combat instincts ranked among the world's finest—he entered alert status instantly, advanced Armament Haki manifestation called Ryuo wrapping around his body in invisible layers. He pushed his Observation Haki to maximum range, perceiving everything within the compound's boundaries.
His enhanced senses located the two traitors: Kurozumi Orochi and Kurozumi Higurashi lurked in the Shogun's mansion's deepest interior chambers. No innocent bystanders remained anywhere near them—Kozuki Oden would face no moral complications when combat inevitably erupted.
Yet the man's keen sixth sense kept screaming warnings, constantly reminding him that this place harbored terrible danger. Beyond the Kurozumi clan's presence, something terrifying waited in the shadows. This feeling—this particular quality of existential threat—Kozuki Oden had only experienced when facing Whitebeard and Roger at their peaks.
"You cowards! Come out and fight me if you dare!" The samurai's declaration of war echoed through empty halls.
The terrifying existence hovering above the Shogun's Mansion chose to honor the younger generation Kozuki's challenge. Kurozumi Orochi, hiding safely behind ancient power, knew he wouldn't die today regardless of what transpired.]
[Space itself began fluctuating directly in front of Kozuki Oden's position. A man wearing ancient armor characteristic of Wano Country's forgotten eras slowly emerged from a dimensional rift, reality warping around his form. His blood-red eyes made the samurai's instincts scream danger.
Kozuki Oden recognized immediately what those crimson orbs represented. An expression of pure disbelief spread across his weathered features—he didn't know how to process his current emotional state. The ancient myth and legend whispered within the Kozuki clan had been confirmed as reality today.
"Sharingan?!" The word escaped as barely more than a shocked whisper. "The Uchiha clan's Sharingan... impossible, absolutely impossible. You should have been extinct eight hundred years ago..."
Kozuki Momonosuke had never received orthodox education about the Kozuki family's deepest secrets—only the direct successors to the Shogun's position learned truths about ancient times. Although Kozuki Oden the samurai had been unruly and freedom-obsessed throughout his youth, he'd absorbed certain forbidden knowledge from his father Kozuki Sukiyaki during rare moments of attentiveness.
The previous masters of Wano Country had not been the Kozuki clan. That uncomfortable truth lurked in shadows, rarely acknowledged.
The iconic emblem of the Uchiha clan was a red and white round fan—uchiwa. The middle-aged man who'd manifested from dimensional space wore this obvious symbol prominently on his traditional armor. Combined with the scarlet eyes that marked his bloodline unmistakably, this exceeded what simple cosplay or imitation could achieve.
This was genuine. This was real.
"The Kozuki family still remembers the original masters?" Uchiha Madara's voice carried dark amusement. "I thought you younger generations had forgotten these eyes entirely. Allow me to personally evaluate the combat level of this era's Kozuki descendants."]
[Uchiha Madara's crimson eyes began transforming, tomoe spinning and merging into complex patterns. He activated his Mangekyō Sharingan to pull both enemy and himself into his personal dimension. With practiced ease born from decades of mastery, this legendary ninja completed the space-time ninjutsu through hand seals too fast for normal perception to track.
Kozuki Oden merely blinked—in that fraction of a second, the surrounding environment changed completely. He was violently extracted from the original Shogun's mansion and deposited into a gray, alien space unlike anything in the natural world. Towering stone monuments rose everywhere, their weathered surfaces conveying profound sorrow and solemn tragedy to all who witnessed them.
"This battlefield suits my purposes perfectly," Madara stated with casual satisfaction. "My wife would be quite angry if the Shogun's mansion were demolished during our conflict."
The samurai positioned both legendary swords—Enma and Ame no Habakiri—defensively before his chest, ready to unleash his signature two-sword style at any moment. As for whether he could actually defeat the Uchiha standing before him in this strange dimension, he'd simply have to try and discover the answer through combat.
The Haki within his body ceased all restraint, manifesting violently throughout the dimensional space. Black and red lightning crackled around Kozuki Oden intermittently, visual manifestation of Conqueror's Haki—that king's aura possessed by only one person among millions.
Uchiha Madara, observing from elevated position atop a stone monument, watched this display quietly without intervention. He deliberately refrained from stopping Kozuki Oden's power-up sequence. He wanted the opponent displaying their absolute strongest state before crushing them utterly—defeat meant nothing unless the enemy had given everything they possessed.
"The aura of a king?" Madara's tone carried mild interest rather than concern. "Quite intimidating visually. But don't be merely for show—don't disappoint me, Kozuki."]
[After completing his combat preparations, Kozuki Oden immediately launched his assault in the enemy's direction. He employed one of his most devastating techniques, the same move that had once cleaved the Mountain God completely in two.
"Oden Two-Sword Style: Togen Shirataki!"
Facing the sword light approaching with speed that blurred reality, Uchiha Madara remained utterly calm. His hands flowed through practiced seals, muscle memory from thousands of repetitions. After drawing a deep breath that expanded his entire chest, he released a B-rank ninjutsu with casual mastery.
"Katon: Goka Mekkyaku!" (Fire Style: Majestic Destroyer Flame)
A sea of flames that covered the sky and earth itself erupted toward Kozuki Oden's position. The terrifying volume of fire proved comparable to volcanic eruption, or perhaps the simultaneous breath attacks of dozens of fire dragons. Only such extreme comparisons could adequately describe this fire escape technique's overwhelming scale.
"A Logia-type Devil Fruit user?!" Kozuki Oden's mind raced, trying to contextualize the impossible.
Faced with the suddenly manifesting raging sea of fire, Kozuki Oden fell into brief disorientation. After hesitating mere seconds—time he couldn't afford to waste—he chose not to retreat. Ryuo Armament Haki covered his body's surface in invisible armor, and he swung both swords in coordinated strikes designed to break through frontal assault, attempting to cut the sea of fire itself apart through sheer technique.
Uchiha Madara commented directly on the samurai's reckless approach, voice carrying across the roaring flames:
"How brave. It's been quite some time since anyone dared to face my fire escape ninjutsu head-on. Allow me to continue adding fuel to your funeral pyre."
His hands moved through different seals, performing follow-up technique with practiced efficiency:
"Katon: Karyu Endan!" (Fire Style: Dragon Flame Song)
Four massive fire dragons, each measuring over a thousand meters in length, erupted simultaneously from four cardinal directions—above, below, left, right—adding tremendous momentum to the previous fire escape ninjutsu. Madara wanted to observe how long this younger generation Kozuki could endure within the flames before breaking.]
[Kozuki Oden used his signature sword technique Oden Two-Sword Style: Togen Shirataki to carve a temporary gap through the sea of fire confronting him. But immediately afterward, four fire dragons with tracking properties pursued relentlessly. He twisted and turned through the air with acrobatic desperation, yet still couldn't shake the ninjutsu's pursuit.
Ultimately, the four fire dragons converged from all directions simultaneously, engulfing him completely in their blazing embrace. Kozuki Oden relied on Armament Haki to resist the Fire Style: Dragon Flame Song Technique's assault, but the horrifying temperature made his suffering almost unbearable. He remained conscious through sheer willpower, understanding that surrendering to unconsciousness here meant burning to death in this alien dimension.
His wife and children still waited for news of his victory. Kozuki Oden could not lose here—he still needed to kill Kurozumi Orochi and restore his family's honor.
"Oden Two-Sword Style: Togen Totsuka!"
This technique struck like a meteor breaking through atmospheric resistance. The cross-shaped flying slash tore apart the fire-style ninjutsu surrounding his body through concentrated cutting force. With conviction born from desperation and love, Kozuki Oden's blade finally connected with the Uchiha warrior's body, carving a cross-shaped wound across torso and shoulder.
Yet something felt profoundly wrong. The enemy didn't bleed as expected—no crimson spray, no evidence of genuine damage.
"Was it successful?" Kozuki Oden muttered, uncertainty creeping into his voice despite the apparent hit.
He'd definitely struck solid substance—his swords had met resistance consistent with flesh and bone. But intuition screamed warnings. Are the Uchiha clan, the ancient archenemy of the Kozuki clan, really so weak?]