Naruto: The Uchiha Who Wields Haki Chapter 104: Peak Battle

Novel: Naruto: The Uchiha Who Wields Haki Author: StrawHatStudios Updated: Jun 08, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 104: Peak Battle from Naruto: The Uchiha Who Wields Haki, a Action novel by StrawHatStudios.

Ren's eyes narrowed.

Since he'd already made up his mind, the crimson in his gaze deepened—so sharp and oppressive it made the air itself feel heavier. In the next instant, the three tomoe connected, forming a single, rotating Mangekyō pattern.

But that was only the beginning.

A surging wave of chakra erupted from Ren as his Sage Body roared to its limit. Under countless horrified stares, a towering blue skeletal fra manifested around him—then rapidly thickened, veins and muscle knitting into existence over bone. Armor ford in layers, taking on the ominous shape of a tengu armor, and two massive, black-tinted wings unfurled from its back.

Finally—

A blue Perfect Susanoo stood on the battlefield.

It was enormous.

Even from a distance, its size didn't lose to True Several Thousand Hands by much. And the pressure it radiated made the spectators' hearts seize—one after another, Leaf shinobi at the battlefield's edge fell into stunned silence, minds blank with shock.

Not just them.

Even Tobirama Senju—watching from a cliff—felt his expression tighten. Ren's abilities ca in layers, one after another, absurdly stacked.

Worse, that chakra…

He could tell at a glance.

That was the Sage Body roaring at full power.

But a Uchiha awakening a Sage Body?

It made no sense.

"Has the era… really changed?" Tobirama muttered, almost involuntarily.

"Uchiha… you people are ridiculous."

For the first ti in a long ti, Tobirama felt genuinely shaken.

On the towering Bodhisattva statue, Hashirama Senju studied Ren's Susanoo, clear surprise flickering through his eyes.

As soone who had fought Madara, he understood exactly what the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan ant. Add Ren's terrifying taijutsu, that Sage Body, and that strange… destructive vibration power—

Hashirama couldn't help it.

"Just how did you train to this point?" he murmured.

Then his expression shifted—excitent blooming.

"Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan. Sage Body. And that vibration power…" Hashirama exhaled, sincerely amazed. "That's… absurd."

He didn't hesitate.

"Sage Art: Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands!"

In the next mont, the entire battlefield trembled.

From the True Several Thousand Hands, countless gigantic arms twisted into motion. Thousands of fists clenched at once—then slamd forward without warning, like a storm of mountains falling from the sky.

A storm of blows.

A divine punishnt.

At the sa ti, Ren's lips curled.

"Good."

He drove the Perfect Susanoo forward and ignited everything at once—Sage Body chakra, Armant Haki, and the Tremor-Tremor Fruit's power—layered together until the blue giant seed to hum with catastrophic resonance.

Then—

The Perfect Susanoo clenched its fists and t the Buddha's fists head-on.

BOOOOOOM!!

The air detonated.

Shockwaves ripped outward in rings, tearing up the already ruined terrain. The battlefield shook like the end of the world, the sound so violent that many Leaf shinobi went pale, spines prickling with fear.

The blue giant moved like a berserker god.

Each punch Ren threw carried a tremor wave that cracked the air itself—so forceful it shattered the incoming wooden arms into splinters, scattering countless fragnts into the sky.

Even so, Hashirama remained calm.

"It's useless," he said coldly, voice echoing across the field. "Even if you smash them, my arms will regenerate."

As if proving his words—

The arms that had been destroyed began to regrow, wood surging and re-forming like sothing alive. In an instant, they returned, and the storm of fists resud.

Then Hashirama lifted his chin slightly, eyes sharp.

"You have only two fists."

"I have thousands."

"If you can—then smash them all."

For a mont, it looked like a simple truth.

A terrifying, unavoidable logic.

But then—

Hashirama's expression subtly changed.

He felt it.

Sothing was wrong.

"…Wait." His brows drew together. "My attack speed… is slowing down?"

Not his strength.

Not his chakra.

Not exhaustion.

It was as if the movent of those countless arms had been dragged into thick mud. The rhythm was still there, the force was still monstrous—yet the speed was undeniably reduced.

And at the sa ti—

Ren's Perfect Susanoo was getting faster.

Not a little.

Fast enough that the fists blurred into afterimages. Tremor waves stacked on top of each other like overlapping thunder, hamring the wooden arms into pieces before they could even fully complete their strikes.

In a battle between monsters, a difference of a fraction of a second was enough to decide everything.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

In less than a heartbeat, hundreds of Hashirama's arms were smashed apart again—far more violently than before. The battlefield trembled under the repeated impacts, like the land itself was begging to split open.

Hashirama's eyes widened slightly.

"…Impossible."

He tried to force his pace back up.

But the more he pushed, the more he felt that invisible drag.

As if ti itself had turned against him.

At the battlefield's edge, Leaf shinobi finally snapped out of their daze and erupted into disbelief.

"What—?!"

"Lord First's attacks… they really slowed down!"

"And the Fifth Hokage's Susanoo—he's getting faster! I can't even see his fists anymore!"

On the cliff, Tobirama's face went cold.

He stared at the battlefield with a shock he couldn't hide.

"Attack speed dropping like that… only sothing related to ti could affect my brother this much."