Chapter 4: Yuto's Terrifying Strength
The sudden surge of power from Uchiha Madara was overwhelming. Even Yuto could not absorb it all at once.
"Damn it!"
His expression darkened. At this moment, moving was impossible—he could only take the blow head-on.
The colossal sword descended from the sky. Even before striking, its terrifying aura split a distant mountain clean in half.
"Absorb it, damn you!"
Yuto thrust out his left hand, bracing against the massive energy blade crashing down, and roared.
Boom!
The crushing pressure swept everything away. The land was scoured bare, not even a trace of dust remaining.
Seeing the scene below, both Madara and Hashirama's pupils contracted sharply.
Yuto had caught it—and with one hand!
It was like an ant holding back the foot of a giant.
No one understood the strike's destructive power better than Madara. Even Hashirama could only evade such an attack.
"Khah!"
Blood trickled from Yuto's mouth as surging energy raged within his body.
Madara let out a low growl, forcing Susanoo to press its blade downward with both hands. Yet no matter how much strength he poured in, the sword refused to descend even an inch.
Yuto's left hand gripped the enormous energy blade tightly, absorbing every trace of chakra from it. His entire arm glowed with a ghostly blue radiance.
"An impressive strike indeed! But as long as you can't kill me in one blow, then it's you who will die!"
A flicker of madness shone in Yuto's eyes. He raised his free right hand high above his head.
Brilliant blue light burst forth, shaping itself into a massive energy sword.
One meter… two… three… ten… fifty… one hundred…
In mere moments, an enormous blade identical to Madara's formed in Yuto's grip. Though just over a hundred meters for now, it continued to grow without pause.
"Madara! Pull back—he's absorbing your chakra!"
Hashirama shouted as his hands flew through seals.
Dozens of wooden dragons roared into existence in an instant, soaring through the air. Each one bared its fangs and claws, crashing down toward Yuto.
Hashirama clearly intended to rely on the sealing force of Wood Style to suppress Yuto's absorption.
"Damn it—I can't move!"
Uchiha Madara's face darkened. He naturally knew that Yuto was continuously absorbing his chakra, but at this moment, Madara discovered that his whole body could no longer move.
Cold sweat dripped down his forehead without stopping. The massive energy sword in Susanoo's hands was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.
On the other side, the giant energy sword in Yuto's right hand was swelling frantically.
This enormous sword not only contained Madara's chakra, but also Yuto's own various energies, and even part of Senju Hashirama's power.
One could say that even Yuto himself was not certain how strong the giant sword in his hand really was.
At that moment, Yuto's eyes widened. "My great sword is ready!"
The gigantic sword was finally complete, stretching six to seven hundred meters into the sky. Compared to it, Yuto's figure seemed as small as an ant.
Slash!
Yuto swung his right hand, and the seven to eight hundred meter-long energy sword swept down with it.
Everyone only saw a flash of ghostly light, and the dozens of wooden dragons that had tightly restrained Yuto were instantly cut to pieces.
After destroying the wooden dragons, Yuto did not pause. He stepped forward, leaping tens of meters into the air, raising the massive sword in his hands, and slashed down toward Madara.
Crack!
Ear-piercing blasts and the sound of shattering glass echoed through the sky.
The hundreds of meters tall Complete Body Susanoo was split cleanly in half by Yuto's strike.
Blood gushed from Madara's chest, his face turning pale. If not for his quick reaction, that single blow would have been enough to slice his body in two.
Seeing that his strike had not finished Madara, Yuto showed no surprise. He once again raised the massive sword and slashed toward Madara.
No matter what, the threat of Madara's genjutsu was too great. Yuto's first thought was to eliminate Madara.
Hashirama's expression changed drastically. Forming hand seals, he let out a low roar:
"Wood Style—Wood Human Technique!"
Rumble!
With a loud crash, a gigantic wooden humanoid appeared in front of Madara. Its two hands clasped together, blocking the descending blade.
Hashirama flashed to Madara's side. His hands glowed with green light as he pressed them against Madara's chest.
The vitality of Wood Style erupted, pushed to its extreme. The deep wound on Madara's chest rapidly healed, recovering completely in just moments.
"Thanks, Hashirama."
Madara cast a complicated glance at him, speaking rare words of gratitude.
"My Wood Human won't hold for long. Yuto's strength has indeed surpassed my imagination."
Hashirama ignored the thanks, his expression grave.
At this moment, Hashirama felt even more strongly that joining forces with Madara was the right choice.
Yuto's strength was too great—so great that no one in the entire shinobi world besides the two of them could suppress him.
So great that either one of them alone would never be able to defeat him.
And such a man carried the ambition to unify the entire shinobi world.
This was something Senju Hashirama would absolutely never allow.
(End of Chapter)