"Leave this place. Now."
Uchiha Sasuke's voice was cold as frost as he looked at Yachitani. There was no goodwill in his eyes.
In the future, the so-called Death God Clan would stand among the invaders of the shinobi world. Their goal was singular—the authority of the Rinnegan.
Senju Hashirama and the others also regarded the newcomer with open hostility.
Yachitani's gaze swept across them, his expression gradually turning solemn.
"I never expected a small planet like this to produce beings such as you…"
There were six people before him.
Four of them stood on a level comparable to his own.
That alone was astonishing.
But—
Even among equals, there were differences.
He was the most talented prodigy under five hundred years of age within the Death God Clan.
"If you want me to leave," Yachitani said calmly, pointing toward Uzumaki Naruto, "then show me your strength."
"Otherwise, whatever is being born there will belong to me."
He could sense it clearly.
A supreme existence was awakening—something that could push him toward a true transformation. Though he did not yet understand its nature, he was certain of one thing.
It was connected to that man.
"Heh… then you won't be leaving."
Uchiha Madara stepped forward, eyes blazing with pride.
All his life, he had stood alone against countless enemies. To be dismissed so casually was laughable.
He was Uchiha Madara.
Even if he could not defeat Naruto in his current state, there were only a handful in the shinobi world worthy of his attention.
Even Ōtsutsuki Isshiki had not impressed him.
A thousand years of life meant nothing if one relied solely on devouring God Tree fruit to evolve. That was borrowed power.
If Madara had possessed a thousand years, he would have surpassed the Six Paths through his own strength—without relying on the Ten-Tails.
"Hahaha! Good! It has been a long time since I've faced an opponent worth my time!"
Yachitani's gaze sharpened.
"Especially you… descendants of the Ōtsutsuki."
The resemblance was obvious.
The Sage of Six Paths bore the appearance of the Ōtsutsuki Clan. Uchiha Madara, Senju Hashirama, and Uchiha Sasuke all carried that bloodline in some form.
Yachitani had clashed with the Ōtsutsuki for years. He recognized it instantly.
Still, something was different here.
The Ōtsutsuki bloodline had taken root in this world.
Madara stepped forward.
"Do you also wish to dance?"
His voice was calm, but the killing intent in the air thickened.
"Leave him to me," Madara said without looking back. "Ensure Naruto remains undisturbed."
"Madara," Hashirama warned quietly, "this opponent is no ordinary enemy."
Yachitani smirked.
"Just you? Heh. Come at me together."
"Don't underestimate me."
Madara's eyes narrowed.
Step by step, chakra surged from his body.
Ribs formed.
Armor followed.
Wings unfurled.
The complete body Susanoo rose into the sky—its Perfect Form towering like a god of destruction.
"Heh. Susanoo… a derivative ability born from Ōtsutsuki blood," Yachitani said dismissively. "You think this is enough?"
A brilliant light ignited around him.
A strange, otherworldly energy surged outward. In his hand, a long blade materialized, humming with condensed power.
A terrifying aura spread across the battlefield.
Even Amado and Orochimaru felt their breathing grow heavy.
"What is this…?" Orochimaru muttered. "A form of genjutsu? Mental suppression?"
"No," Amado said, his eyes sharp. "It's spiritual pressure."
Though he had never personally fought the Death God Clan, he had studied records of them. Their power was different from chakra.
It was spiritual pressure—an overwhelming manifestation of soul energy.
The battlefield trembled.
Madara moved first.
The Perfect Susanoo raised its colossal blade and cleaved downward.
The air split.
Mountains cracked under the sheer force.
Yachitani smiled faintly.
He raised his blade vertically before him.
In an instant—
A hundred-meter arc of energy flashed outward, colliding directly with Susanoo's sword.
The impact detonated.
An invisible shockwave rippled across the land, flattening forests and splitting the earth.
Despite its overwhelming size, the Perfect Susanoo staggered.
Its knees bent.
It retreated half a step.
Hashirama's eyes narrowed.
Madara… was being pushed back?
Without hesitation, Hashirama slammed his hands together.
"Water Release: Swamp of the Underworld!"
The ground beneath Yachitani liquefied into a vast mire, attempting to drag him downward and restrain his movements.
The battle between Uchiha Madara and Yachitani had truly begun.
Madara's eyes sharpened.
"Lightning Release: Lightning Release Armor!"
Electricity surged across his body, crackling violently as it fused with his chakra cloak. At the same time, his other hand formed seals.
"Water Release: Water Formation Wall!"
Water erupted upward, swirling around him in a vast rotating barrier.
Then—
He combined them.
"Combination Ninjutsu!"
Water and lightning fused into a massive conductive field. The terrain within several hundred meters transformed instantly into a lightning-charged domain. Water flooded the ground while violent currents surged through it.
The earth became a killing field.
Countless arcs of lightning raced across the surface like furious serpents, converging toward Yachitani from every direction.
Using two different nature transformations simultaneously—while maintaining the Perfect Susanoo—was a feat bordering on the absurd. Even among Kage-level shinobi, few could accomplish such control.
Yet Madara did it effortlessly.
Yachitani, however, showed no trace of panic.
Instead, a cruel smile curved across his lips.
He drove his blade into the ground.
With a slight twist of his wrist—
A golden barrier expanded outward from his body, forming a spherical domain around him. The lightning struck it relentlessly, but the energy dispersed upon contact, unable to penetrate.
It resembled the Hyūga Clan's Rotation—an absolute defense.
Then—
His body trembled.
A violent surge of spiritual pressure erupted outward like a detonation.
The lightning domain shattered instantly.
Water evaporated.
Electricity dispersed.
Madara's combined ninjutsu was erased in a single pulse.
Before anyone could react—
Yachitani vanished.
He appeared directly beside Madara, blade already descending.
"Your strength is not bad."
His voice echoed beside Madara's ear—calm and cold, like a death sentence.
Madara's Mangekyō Sharingan spun.
His figure blurred.
He swapped positions at the last instant.
The space he had occupied erupted in flames as residual chakra ignited the air.
The two collided again.
Blades clashed.
Fists struck.
Shockwaves rippled across the battlefield.
In the blink of an eye, they exchanged dozens of blows. Each impact tore apart the landscape, splitting stone and pulverizing earth.
Suddenly—
Madara's Rinnegan glowed.
"Universal Pull!"
Gravitational force surged outward. Yachitani was dragged violently toward him.
Madara seized the opening.
He stepped in and drove his elbow toward Yachitani's chest with crushing force.
But—
Yachitani smiled.
As if everything had unfolded according to his calculations.
From his torso, another arm formed out of condensed energy, grabbing Madara's attacking limb mid-strike.
A flash of white light.
Blood sprayed into the air.
Madara retreated instantly.
A deep slash marked his chest, crimson soaking into his armor.
He stared coldly at the towering man before him.
At first glance, Yachitani's fighting style seemed wild and brutal.
But in truth, it was precise.
Measured.
Every movement calculated.
And Madara possessed no intelligence on this enemy's abilities.
Yachitani rolled his shoulders lightly.
"As Shinigami," he said calmly, "our bodies are formed from spiritual energy."
An extra limb?
It was trivial.
Madara's expression darkened.
The battlefield exploded again as the two charged simultaneously.
Their clashes resembled continuous detonations—like unending bombardment across the land.
Yachitani blocked another of Madara's strikes effortlessly and laughed.
"Is this the famed Uchiha Madara?"
"Compared to a true genius, you still fall short."
He parried every assault while speaking casually.
It was clear—
This was not his limit.
Madara's killing intent intensified.
Enough.
A new aura erupted from his body.
The air grew heavy.
An invisible pressure descended upon the battlefield.
It was not chakra alone—
It was will.
Pure, overwhelming battle intent refined through countless wars.
Madara stepped forward.
The ground beneath him cracked.
Yachitani's expression shifted for the first time.
This pressure—
It was astonishingly similar to spiritual pressure.
Invisible.
Oppressive.
A manifestation of existence itself.
He stared at Madara, eyes narrowing.
"You…"
"Where did you learn to release power like this?"
For the first time since arriving—Yachitani felt genuine caution.
(End of Chapter)
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