Seeing Madara Uchiha's eyes, Ōnoki, A, and Rasa all drew in sharp breaths.
They had seen the power of the Rinnegan before.
Their leader possessed those sa eyes.
Fugaku Uchiha, however, was different.
His eyes were burning with fanaticism.
Those were the eyes of a god.
Their leader had them. And now Madara Uchiha, even in the form of Edo Tensei, possessed them as well.
That ant one thing.
The final evolution of the Sharingan…
was the Rinnegan.
If that was true, then perhaps one day, he too—
"Lord Madara… you've finally revealed those eyes."
Under everyone's wary gazes, a plant-like shape suddenly rose from the ground beside Madara.
Then, a strange figure erged from it.
Half black.
Half white.
His deep voice carried a trace of surprise.
Madara's eyes shifted slightly.
"Zetsu."
His tone was cold.
"Is Obito really that useless? Even with your help, he still needed to appear in this form?"
Black Zetsu fell silent for a mont.
Even he was a little speechless.
Originally, he had planned to remain hidden in the shadows, quietly waiting for Obito to complete the plan, fully revive Madara, and then use Madara's body to bring back his mother—
Kaguya Ōtsutsuki.
But who could have expected that the plan would be ruined before it even properly began?
And the one who ruined it was that bastard…
Namikaze Kirito.
This ti, Black Zetsu had not intended to rely on Madara's Edo Tensei body.
But Obito, that bastard, had gone ahead and ordered Sarutobi Asuma to reincarnate Madara without permission.
After all, Obito's identity had already been exposed.
And because of Rin, his mind had beco unstable.
At this point, Obito no longer cared about the original plan.
He simply wanted to destroy the world.
And among the powerful shinobi they could summon through Edo Tensei, the only one capable of standing against Namikaze Kirito was Madara Uchiha, the man who possessed the Rinnegan.
As for Hashirama Senju?
Obito knew better.
Hashirama had Wood Style.
But Namikaze Kirito also had Wood Style.
And on top of that, Kirito had the Rinnegan.
How could Hashirama possibly be enough?
Madara had been reincarnated without knowing the full truth.
Sarutobi Asuma had used another person's body to explain the Akatsuki's current plan to him.
The first target was Konoha.
Madara had been bored anyway, so he ca.
What he had not expected was that Konoha would now contain so many powerful shinobi.
"Lord Madara," Black Zetsu said in a low voice, "many things have changed in this world. Especially because of that boy… Namikaze Kirito."
"Namikaze Kirito?"
Madara narrowed his eyes.
"Yes. The eldest son of the Fourth Hokage. Right now, he is the one who has unified the entire shinobi world. He not only possesses Hashirama Senju's Wood Style… he also possesses the Rinnegan."
For the first ti, Madara's expression shifted.
Namikaze?
That was not an Uchiha na.
And yet, this boy had awakened the Rinnegan?
He even possessed Hashirama's Wood Style?
What exactly had happened to the shinobi world?
And unified?
When had the ninja world been unified?
Madara's expression darkened.
What the hell has Obito been doing all these years?
But there was no ti for him to think any deeper.
The shinobi of the Phantom Kingdom had already rushed toward him.
Madara's gaze swept over them.
"You're coming at together?"
His lips curled into a cold smile.
"Gravel is still gravel. No matter how much of it gathers, it will never beco a mountain."
In an instant, Minato Namikaze appeared behind Madara.
A Rasengan spun violently in his palm as he drove it straight toward Madara's back.
"Hmph."
Madara caught Minato's wrist without even turning fully.
No matter how fast Minato was, he could not escape those eyes.
"Lariat!"
A's upper garnt tore apart completely, revealing his muscular body as lightning chakra erupted around him.
He charged forward with his arm raised, his speed and power exploding at once.
At the sa ti, gold dust surged across the ground like a golden tide.
Rasa's gaze was sharp, sweat already forming on his forehead.
And in the sky above, Ōnoki floated silently, his old eyes locked firmly on Madara.
"Then go back."
Madara grabbed Minato and hurled him directly into A.
Bang!
The impact rang out like thunder.
Both n were sent flying backward.
At that sa mont, gold dust rose around Madara from every direction, swallowing the battlefield in a shining storm.
"Gold Dust Burial!"
Rasa's forehead was drenched in sweat.
Facing a legendary shinobi like Madara Uchiha, there was no way he could remain calm.
Even so, he poured every bit of strength he had into his jutsu.
The rolling gold dust wrapped around Madara's legs, locking him in place.
"Well done, Rasa!"
Ōnoki's eyes flashed.
He raised both hands, and a transparent cube ford between his palms.
"Particle Style: Atomic Dismantling Jutsu!"
A white light burst out.
The cube expanded instantly and shot toward Madara.
"Ōnoki…"
Madara looked up at him.
"So the brat from back then finally learned to stand on his own."
His voice was calm, almost mocking.
"But compared to , you are still far behind."
Madara's Rinnegan lit up.
The transparent cube suddenly stopped in midair as if it had struck an invisible wall.
Sparks scattered violently through the air.
Shinra Tensei.
The powerful repulsive force kept Ōnoki's Particle Style from reaching him.
And just as Ōnoki's jutsu was being held back—
A figure suddenly appeared in front of Madara.
It was Fugaku Uchiha.
He had been waiting for this mont.
Seeing Madara focus on Ōnoki, Fugaku did not hesitate.
His scarlet Sharingan spun, releasing a strange light.
"Genjutsu?"
Madara glanced at him with cold disdain.
"You dare use genjutsu against ?"
His voice dropped.
"It seems you still don't understand the difference between what your eyes can see… and what mine can."
Boom!
Fugaku's advancing body froze.
His eyes widened.
Then he slowly lowered his head and looked at his abdon.
Blood was pouring out.
"How…?"
Fugaku spat out blood, staring at Madara in disbelief.
"You clearly didn't move…"
He could vaguely sense sothing in front of him.
A presence.
A shape.
But no matter where his eyes looked, there was nothing there.
As if the attacker did not exist in this world at all.
Then, as if realizing sothing, Fugaku suddenly shouted, "The Rinnegan…! Is this the power of your Rinnegan?!"
Madara smiled faintly.
"At least you have so insight."
His tone carried absolute arrogance.
"That's right. This is my Rinnegan's power."
His eyes narrowed.
"With those eyes of yours, you cannot even perceive it."
"I see…"
Fugaku muttered weakly.
He could feel it.
Another invisible attack was descending from above.
But his body had already lost the strength to move.
Boom!
Just as Fugaku was waiting for death, a dull impact rang out in front of him.
He opened his eyes.
That tall, steady figure had appeared before him once again.
"My lord…"
Fugaku's voice trembled.
"My lord…"
Kirito Namikaze stood in front of him, calm and unmoving.
"Thank you, Fugaku."
His gaze remained fixed on Madara.
"So this is Madara Uchiha."
Kirito raised his hand and casually swept it through the empty space before him.
To everyone else, there was nothing there.
But Madara saw it clearly.
His Rinnegan ability—
Limbo: Border Jail.
It created shadows that existed in a separate plane, attacking enemies from a world they could not perceive.
Only those who also possessed the Rinnegan could see them.
Everyone else could only sense danger when it was already too late.
And yet…
This boy had casually waved his hand—
and sent Madara's Limbo shadow flying.
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