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Nagato's vibrant red hair faded to ashen gray. His skin cracked, flaking away like dried earth.
As he drained Nagato's chakra, Madara's black hair took on a dark, bloody red sheen.
But the hair was just the surface… Only Madara himself knew the earth-shattering transformation occurring within his very being!
He couldn't help but marvel internally.
"So this is the Uzumaki bloodline… Such vigorous chakra and life force. It truly can work miracles."
Black Zetsu seized the moment to fawn. "Congratulations, Lord Madara! Your power ascends to new heights!"
Heh. Madara consuming Nagato has perfected his Uzumaki physique. An unexpected bonus.
Izuna stepped forward. "Brother! This 'Nagato' worked with that beast Itachi. Execute him!!"
"Fair point."
BOOM!
—King of Hell!
A purple inferno erupted behind Madara, manifesting the visage of the King of Hell. He gazed down at the emaciated Nagato, voice icy. "This world only needs one Sage of Six Paths, Nagato. Your soul shall find its eternal rest… in 'Hell'!"
Whoosh…!!
At that instant—a swirling vortex enveloped Nagato's body!
Madara's brow furrowed. "Space-Time ocular power? Obito? No… It's Kabuto's 'Futodama'. That ability can transmit targets remotely without the caster being present?"
"But… to snatch someone from right under my nose? You dare look down on me?!!!"
Madara's expression hardened. He did the unthinkable—he lunged forward—a blur of motion—and let the vortex swallow him whole!!!
"BROTHER!!!"
Izuna was horrified. He charged desperately, trying to catch the tail end of the portal… but the swirling energy had already whisked Nagato and Madara away!!
Furious, Izuna slammed a fist into the ground, his left Mangekyō Sharingan glaring viciously. "Damn it! If anything happens to my brother, I'll use Ayakashi to slaughter every last one of them…!!!"
On the plains of the Land of Rice Paddies.
Kabuto, shocked, swiftly coiled a white snake around Nagato's form and yanked him to his side.
Madara didn't interfere. He scanned the battlefield—corpses of White Zetsu littered the ground, the terrain visibly altered by massive force.
The scale of the battle that had occurred here was obvious.
His sweeping gaze suddenly fixed. He raised a hand.
Whoosh!
The 'Gunbai' war fan, lying in the rubble, flew to his grasp, pulled by an unseen force.
The sheer, unnatural weight gave him pause. He ran his palm over it. The 'Super Weighted Rock' technique layered upon it dissolved.
"It seems… that failure Obito had his entire arsenal stripped clean."
He slung the fan—larger than his own body—across his back. Then he struck a pose, arms folded arrogantly across his chest, eyes locked on Kabuto… and the long-haired man he'd never met standing beside him.
"Hm?"
A single glance. The light in his Rinnegan deepened.
This man… I can't quite read him.
His focus returned to Kabuto Yakushi.
"Where is Sasuke?"
Kabuto adjusted his glasses. "Sasuke-kun has already departed. As you can see, he just endured a grueling battle."
Madara's gaze shifted back to Orochimaru's face, tinged with aggression.
"Oh? You're not Sasuke. Then you must be the 'Orochimaru' Black Zetsu speaks of so often?"
"Who knows?"
Orochimaru answered lightly before bending down to Nagato. "Can you move?"
Nagato rasped, "Barely."
Orochimaru smiled. "Good."
Zing!
A surge of golden chakra gathered in Orochimaru's palm. Understanding, Nagato immediately activated his Preta Path ability and began to absorb it!!
"What!? The other half of the Nine-Tails… is within you?!!"
Madara jolted. In the next instant, he was a projectile of pure motion!!
"You won't lay a hand on Lord Orochimaru!"
Kabuto moved to intercept.
"Step back, Kabuto. His power is not what it once was…"
As Orochimaru spoke, the ghastly form of the Reaper Death Seal materialized behind him…!!
"Huh? What's that?"
Madara hesitated for a split second—a flash of white streaked before him—followed by a devastating kick!!
THOOM…!!!
Madara crossed his arms. The impact sent him skidding back!!
He steadied himself. Got a clear look at his attacker.
Sharp, white hair. Dark blue shinobi armor. A pale, flowing mantle. And the face—all sharp angles and grim lines—that made Madara's eyes widen in fury.
—"TOBIRAMA!!!"
"..." Tobirama offered no response. The faint, white flame-like aura outlining his form proved he existed not as a living being, nor an Edo Tensei.
Madara assessed. "A spirit… and one without conscious will."
As he deduced, three more clusters of ethereal light solidified beside Tobirama into distinct figures!
Kabuto's expression turned grave. "They finally make their move… Lord Orochimaru's 'Death Guard'!"
Madara's eyes swept over them.
"The Third Hokage… Hiruzen Sarutobi."
"The Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze."
His gaze settled on the spiky-haired, deeply wrinkled Danzō. He frowned.
"And who's the old fossil… The Hokage after Minato?"
Meh. Doesn't matter.
Hashirama wasn't here.
Rustle… rustle…!
Having absorbed the Nine-Tails chakra Orochimaru provided, Nagato regenerated to his full form, rising to stand before Orochimaru.
Madara had already written Nagato off. His entire world had narrowed to Orochimaru!!!
"So. You can summon these four because of that white phantom behind you. If my guess is correct, that's the Uzumaki kinjutsu 'Reaper Death Seal'—the Shinigami medium, correct?"
Orochimaru chuckled. "As expected of Uchiha Madara. Your perception is unparalleled…"
Madara let out a low, impressed sound. "I see. You sealed the Shinigami of the Reaper Death Seal into your own body… and thus command the souls trapped within its stomach. What a bold, brilliant move. Even I am impressed… No wonder Black Zetsu fears you so."
"You flatter me…"
Orochimaru recalled the Shinigami. The Death Guard faded from view.
"I am merely… the wind at Sasuke Uchiha's back. Nothing more."
Madara grinned, a wild edge to it. "This 'wind' you speak of… it's making me itchy. Where is he? Bring him out to see me!!!"
Orochimaru turned, his raspy voice drifting over his shoulder. "Patience. The day of your meeting… is not far off."
Madara's agitation spiked. "Wait another month!? Like hell I will!!!"
Orochimaru paused beside Kabuto, glancing back with a serpentine smile. "I guarantee… you will not be disappointed."
Whoosh!
Madara watched as the three vanished into the Futodama vortex.
His voice dropped to a deadly, quiet murmur. "If you disappoint me… I will slaughter every last one of you."
Shortly after their departure, Black Zetsu arrived with a frantic Izuna in tow. Seeing Madara unharmed—and having reclaimed his weapon—Izuna finally released the breath he'd been holding.
Only Black Zetsu looked worried. I wasn't here… Did they try to plant some suggestion in Madara?
"I can't sense Obito or the Gedo Statue at all. That failure, after his defeat, must have scurried off to another dimension with the statue to lick his wounds. Hah. What a coward…"
Madara muttered, his gaze lifting to the northern horizon—toward the Land of Fire.
—"Then… I shall first fulfill my promise to Izuna. To uproot the Konoha of the Senju…!"
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