By this point, the conversation had effectively collapsed.
Even if Uchiha Madara had been a little more patient, there was no way he was going to obediently become someone's "tool." A battle was inevitable.
"Don't think losing the Rinnegan means I'm weaker," he snarled. "I've regained my youth—right now, I'm terrifyingly strong!"
As he spoke, his eyes changed.
A moment ago they'd been ordinary, but in the blink of an eye they became Three-Tomoe Sharingan—so sharp and alive it even looked like they were about to evolve toward Mangekyō.
Madara really was monstrous. Even without the unbeatable Rinnegan, being revived through Rinne Rebirth had "reset" him—back to his prime, back to the age where his ambition burned hottest.
No aging. No weariness. No old-man aches.
Only overflowing vitality and chakra.
And beyond the Sharingan, he'd regained something else—something he didn't have at his peak before.
Hashirama's cells.
Hashirama himself had known, in principle, that merging Senju and Uchiha power could produce something insane. But "old-school" shinobi science wasn't exactly refined, so Madara had gone for brute force: implant it and endure the rejection.
The most absurd part was that it worked.
In that heightened state, his power surged—so much that he could even wield Hashirama Senju's famous, world-shaking Wood Release.
With that kind of amplification, his ocular power also climbed explosively. Mangekyō no longer felt like a ceiling. If the fight dragged on long enough, he might even evolve back into the Rinnegan—and at that point, even Uchiha Yōrin might not be able to stop him.
Madara didn't want to admit it, but right now Yōrin was stronger.
Still—Madara refused to believe his "talent" or raw potential was inferior. The reason he'd been casually swatted aside before had to be that Yōrin had the Rinnegan, and Madara didn't.
Yes. That had to be it.
He did acknowledge, reluctantly, that Yōrin was the most gifted "junior" he'd ever seen—so far beyond that fool Obito it wasn't even comparable.
But Madara's confidence in himself was even greater.
Once he reclaimed the Rinnegan, he would win. It would be a brutal battle—maybe even harsher than the Valley of the End—but the final victor would still be him.
…And then, in the very next second, he was blown away again.
He'd already forced Mangekyō awake. He'd already brought forth Perfect Susanoo.
By any sane standard, that was Super-Kage territory.
And yet Uchiha Yōrin—without activating anything—simply slapped him into the distance. Madara crashed into ruins like Yamcha in a crater, staring blankly up at the sky, genuinely questioning reality.
What…?
Why was he still losing?
He understood: without the Rinnegan, he probably wasn't Yōrin's match. His plan had been to start at a disadvantage, grow stronger through adversity, steadily turn the tables—until Yōrin would finally widen his eyes in shock and shout, "Impossible!"
Then Madara would answer, triumphant: "In the dictionary of Uchiha Madara, the word 'impossible' does not exist!"
Ridiculously arrogant, sure—but Madara did have a strange kind of appreciation for Yōrin.
He respected strength instinctively. And Yōrin had done what even Madara couldn't: unify the shinobi world.
Madara couldn't dwell on it for long. If he did, the confusion and unease became unbearable.
If Yōrin could accomplish something that unprecedented, then what did that make the old generation—failures? idiots?
Now, after being "cleanly" defeated again even with Perfect Susanoo, Madara was forced to face a grim truth:
He might genuinely not be Yōrin's opponent.
"How can this be…?!" he roared. "Did I endure all that suffering just to become a stepping stone for some brat?!"
"I won't accept it! I won't! Uchiha Madara's future was never meant to end like this!"
His fury detonated. A vast, oppressive chakra burst outward.
In the original timeline, on the final battlefield, Madara had "evolved" in the moment of defeat—Mangekyō back into Rinnegan—then dropped Tengai Shinsei and made the Allied Forces lose their minds.
Now, after two humiliating losses to Yōrin, the accumulated frustration, humiliation, and refusal to yield accelerated his evolution even faster.
But evolution always came with a cost.
When Yōrin used Flying Thunder God and reappeared before him again, Madara—reborn in his prime—already looked older.
His face grew gaunt. Wrinkles and age spots surfaced rapidly. His hair whitened. His eyes dulled—yet somehow also sharpened into something colder and more terrifying.
"The power of the Rinnegan," Madara declared, glaring. "That's why you thought you stood above me… isn't it?"
"But now I possess it too."
"Let's continue. Let's slaughter each other properly this time. I won't hold back."
"I will erase you completely—then…"
He stopped mid-sentence.
Because Yōrin didn't answer.
Instead, Yōrin tossed several containers at him.
Each one pulsed with massive chakra. Madara's instincts screamed: Trap. A finisher. Something catastrophic.
But it wasn't.
Yōrin's next words answered the question—while also igniting Madara's rage to the point of madness.
"These are the sealing vessels for the nine tailed beasts. I'm handing them to you. Revive the Ten-Tails. Become its jinchūriki. Then we fight."
Reviving the Ten-Tails had always been one of Madara's core objectives.
He'd planned to defeat Yōrin first, then begin gathering the beasts.
But now Yōrin was placing the final answer directly into his hands.
"Use them," Yōrin said calmly. "I guarantee there's no trap."
"And the reason is simple: only with that power will you have enough strength to stand against me."
After saying that, Yōrin used Flying Thunder God to transport them both to the Valley of the End.
Barren. Wide. Empty.
The perfect stage for a final duel.
…Madara nearly choked on his own fury.
Handing your enemy a power-up? Uchiha arrogance didn't even have a ceiling anymore.
Madara laughed—because if he didn't, he'd explode.
Fine.
If Yōrin wanted to raise the difficulty, then Madara would raise it—and show him what the true strongest Uchiha looked like.
Come on. Come on. Come on!
Uchiha Madara—upgrade!
Rinnegan—restored!
Ten-Tails Jinchūriki—achieved!
Power—power was flooding in!
"Heh… hehhehe… HAHAHAHA!!!"
"So strong—so powerful!"
As the Ten-Tails fused, Madara's power spiked violently—dozens of times stronger than he'd ever been. Everything in him screamed: Kill. Crush. Dominate.
Who could possibly stop him now?!
Someone could.
Uchiha Yōrin could.
When the perfected Madara stood before him, Yōrin finally smiled—satisfied.
Now this Madara had finally crossed into true Six-Paths territory.
His bloodline elevated.
After absorbing the Ten-Tails' chakra, the Rinnegan transformed into a unique Rinne Sharingan—and at last, Madara could cast the legendary, world-breaking technique:
Infinite Tsukuyomi.
"Now I'm terrifyingly strong!" he shouted at Yōrin.
And as he spoke, Perfect Susanoo wrapped around the grotesque body of the Ten-Tails, forming an absurd monstrosity—Susanoo-clad Ten-Tails.
He could rain Tengai Shinsei again and again. He could unleash God: Nativity of a World of Trees at will.
Sky and earth would be erased. The battlefield would be wiped clean.
This was Uchiha Madara—supreme.
With that power, his arrogance returned in full.
He pointed at Yōrin and declared, "One last chance. Kneel. Swear loyalty."
"I'll spare your life—and appoint you my deputy."
"Think carefully."
Yōrin burst out laughing.
"Don't try to make me laugh, Yōrin."
Then he shifted—finally taking the fight seriously.
"Right now, you've only earned the right to stand in front of me."
He looked Madara in the eye.
"Next… I'll show you what a true strong person looks like, Madara."
As he spoke, the natural energy of the entire planet began to move—flowing at his command.
Madara's expression changed instantly.
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