Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 253: The Majestic Buddha Clad in Susanoo

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"At long last."

Even the ever-proud Uchiha Madara could not help but exhale a quiet sigh of relief.

There was no denying it—his adversary's strength was utterly overwhelming.

To be able to push a Sage of Six Paths' body to the brink of collapse… That alone was proof of a power that stood at the absolute pinnacle of the Six Paths realm.

Unless one fully absorbed the Ten-Tails and became its Jinchūriki, facing such an opponent alone was an insurmountable task.

But now, with Hashirama's arrival, the crushing weight of battle was finally eased from Madara's shoulders.

Madara cast his gaze toward his long-time rival, his eyes briefly flickering to the Truth-Seeking Orbs hovering behind him. In a calm yet meaningful tone, he murmured, "You… have become just like that man."

…Damn it. He condensed those Truth-Seeking Orbs before me? Even the arrogant and battle-hardened Uchiha Madara felt a hint of dissatisfaction.

He could sense it—this power Hashirama had obtained might even surpass what he himself had achieved after awakening the Rinnegan.

"Oh, you mean these?" Hashirama casually picked up one of the black orbs behind him, squeezing it in his hand with a puzzled expression. "I don't really know how it happened either. I just received everyone's power, and they appeared on their own."

"…They're kind of a nuisance."

"..."

Madara wordlessly withdrew his Limbo Clones, deciding to ignore his friend's unintentional show of superiority.

For now, at least until his strength fully recovered, he would leave the fight in Hashirama's hands.

"Leave it to me! Anyone who dares to threaten the village—I will defeat them, no matter who they are!"

With unwavering confidence, Hashirama charged forward, launching himself directly at the silent Ōtsutsuki Isshiki.

And then, in the blink of an eye, he was sent flying back even faster.

"…I see now. No wonder you were struggling so much." Hashirama scratched his head, his casual remark instantly sending Madara into a fit of rage.

But just then, both of their expressions shifted simultaneously.

Their instincts screamed danger, and they immediately assumed defensive stances.

Madara managed to evade the attack using his Limbo Clones, but Hashirama was not so fortunate.

Having never faced Isshiki before, he was unprepared for the enemy's bizarre and unpredictable techniques.

Before Madara's furious gaze, a black rod suddenly and mercilessly pierced through Hashirama's chest—right where his heart was.

"HASHIRAMA!!!"

Hashirama's regenerative abilities were monstrous, capable of healing even the most severe wounds in an instant.

However, a vital organ like the heart… That was a different matter.

It had been so long…

Not since the day he learned of Izuna's death had Uchiha Madara felt the chilling grip of despair.

And today, for the first time in years, that same feeling surged back.

But just as Madara was drowning in grief, Hashirama, as if nothing had happened, suddenly stood back up.

With a casual motion, he yanked the black rod from his chest, and the moment it left his body, an inexplicable force instantly restored him to perfect health.

"Were you calling me just now?" Hashirama asked, flashing a bright and almost infuriating smile.

"…I was just checking if you were dead. If not, hurry up and get ready for battle." At this point, Madara didn't even bother to hide his emotions anymore.

Think whatever you want. It's not like it matters.

"Oh, right." Hashirama reached into his robe and pulled out a glowing talisman.

"This thing can restrict the enemy's space-time techniques. My teacher gave it to me as a parting gift."

"…So what?"

"I have a technique—a powerful one. It should be able to deal a significant blow to the enemy."

Madara frowned in confusion.

A powerful technique?

Was there still something about Hashirama's abilities that he, Uchiha Madara, was unaware of?

Fine. He would just watch and see.

[Remember, even if you've gathered the power of ten generations, using the True Several Thousand Hands technique is still too much of a strain.]

[I know… But there is something I must protect.]

[You're all the same… Listen carefully—under no circumstances should you maintain the technique for more than one minute. Not even our ancestors could save you if you do.]

Recalling his conversation with his teacher, Hashirama murmured softly in his heart, "I'm sorry… I may not be able to keep that promise."

Sage Mode… Activate!

In an instant, Hashirama's chakra surged, and his hands came together in a prayer-like gesture.

Beneath him, the earth trembled as an enormous Buddha statue began to rise.

Its towering form bore countless arms, stretching toward the heavens in an overwhelming display of power.

Sage Art: Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands!

The sheer size of the statue dwarfed even the Tailed Beasts, towering dozens of times higher.

Its individual hands were large enough to grasp the Nine-Tails with ease, and its sheer power and scale were utterly overwhelming.

Not even a Perfect Susanoo or a Wood Golem could compare—the head of the Buddha alone dwarfed them both combined.

Even if their enemy did not understand its full might, Uchiha Madara certainly did.

For the first time in a long while, he was speechless.

"You've got to be kidding me."

Though he said nothing aloud, the shock and awe in his eyes betrayed his thoughts.

Even if he combined Senjutsu, the Nine-Tails, and his Perfect Susanoo into one, there was simply no way he could face this colossal Buddha head-on.

Now, it was clear why Hashirama had needed a talisman to seal the enemy's space-time abilities.

With a form of this magnitude, as long as the enemy could not teleport away, there would be no escaping its devastating onslaught.

"Watch closely, Madara. This technique… was originally meant for you."

"…Hold on a moment."

Before Hashirama could make a move, Madara suddenly placed his hands upon the Buddha's massive head.

A brilliant blue radiance spread forth, and in the next instant, all thousand hands of the Buddha were enveloped in the luminous armor of Susanoo.

"Oh? That's an interesting idea." Hashirama burst into laughter, his boundless vitality flaring to life.

For the briefest moment, a faint streak of gray seemed to flicker at the roots of his hair.

Top Transformed Buddha!

Even from Konoha, dozens of kilometers away, the tremors of the earth could be felt.

The clouds on the horizon were stained crimson, as if countless meteorites were cascading from the skies.

Behind the great Buddha, countless arms stretched outward, each massive fist carrying the sheer, cataclysmic force of a falling star.

Think the Tengai Shinsei is powerful?

Then imagine a thousand such meteors crashing down at once.

No… Even that comparison fell short.

Because now, each of those thousand fists was infused with the overwhelming power of Uchiha Madara's ocular might.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

In the blink of an eye, the area within thirty kilometers ahead was engulfed in an apocalyptic assault, the destructive force of the Great Buddha resembling a nuclear explosion.

Otsutsuki Isshiki tried to dodge. He shrank his body down to the smallest possible size, but before Uchiha Madara's Tomoe Rinnegan, there was nowhere to hide.

Hashirama provided the power. Madara locked onto the target.

Their coordination was almost terrifying—seamless, relentless, and utterly precise.

Even as he fought back with everything he had, Isshiki was struck down, his body driven deep into the earth by the overwhelming force of the Buddha's fist.

Before he could recover, an endless barrage followed. Each impact compounded the last, his wounds piling up, leaving him no room to retaliate.

Never in his wildest dreams had Isshiki imagined that these two, fighting side by side, could unleash power surpassing even the son of Kaguya.

Forget a mere meteor—at this rate, even a celestial body the size of the moon would crumble beneath the Buddha's fists.

The only question was…

Could Hashirama endure long enough to keep attacking?

From his eyes, twin streams of blood ran down Uchiha Madara's face. He gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse with determination.

"Hold on! We can't give him a single chance to breathe!"

"I know."

Hashirama had already closed his eyes. Large patches of his hair had turned white, deep wrinkles creasing the corners of his face.

Without the power of ten generations of Asura sustaining him, he would have collapsed long ago.

Even so, his body was on the verge of complete exhaustion.

What his teacher had said—one minute—was not a measure of how long he could last.

It was a warning.

If he exceeded the time limit, he would die.

"If I can die for the sake of the village, then my death will have meaning."

"Still… I wish I could see the village one last time…"

It wasn't just Hashirama—Madara's ocular power was also reaching its limit

If this continues, his hard-won Rinnegan might go completely blind.

"That bastard Kyōsuke…"

"I haven't even settled the score with him for Father yet."

"I just hope he'll take care of the village… and that brat Izuna."

The relentless assault of the Great Buddha warped the very fabric of the world, sending shockwaves rippling across the entire shinobi realm. The sheer force of destruction rivaled the nuclear storm born from Naruto and Sasuke's final clash.

Far away, in the Hidden Leaf Village, the sky was shrouded in thick smoke.

It felt as if the entire planet was on the brink of annihilation.

If Deidara had been born yet, his standards for what constituted true art would have undoubtedly changed.

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"My god… what's happening?!"

"Barrier team! Even if you die, hold the barrier in place!"

"Where is the Hyuga Clan? What's the situation on the battlefield? How is the Hokage?!"

"Medical team! We have wounded here!"

"Everyone, stay calm! Proceed to the evacuation zones in an orderly manner! Trust in the Hokage—he will emerge victorious!"

"That's right! As long as the Hokage is here, everything will be fine!"

Hearing such blind optimism, some of the shinobi from other villages who had come for assessments couldn't help but scoff.

If your Hokage was truly that powerful…

Would this apocalyptic scene even be happening?

Many from the other villages lamented their own misfortune.

Of all times, why did they have to visit now?

If only they had come earlier—or later.

If the invasion had waited until after they left, they wouldn't have cared if the entire Hidden Leaf Village was reduced to rubble.

But right now?

For the sake of their own survival, even they had no choice but to hope that the God of Shinobi would emerge victorious.

After what felt like an eternity, the devastating storm finally began to subside.

The world slowly regained its clarity.

The towering Great Buddha, once reaching into the sky, had begun to collapse.

"Cough… Cough…"

From within a bottomless chasm that had been blasted down to the planet's molten core, Ōtsutsuki Isshiki's charred and mutilated body slowly stirred.

His gaze flickered with fear.

Even at the peak of his strength, he had nearly been killed by these two insignificant insects.

Unbelievable.

Outrageous.

He remained still for several minutes, allowing his chakra to mend his body.

Only after ensuring his wounds were fully healed did Isshiki exhale deeply.

"Half my chakra remains… If I hadn't absorbed the Ten-Tails' chakra, I really might have been in danger."

After waiting a few more minutes for complete recovery, he finally rose into the air, soaring like an arrow through the opening above.

"This farce has gone on long enough. It's time I send you to your deaths."

Against other opponents, Isshiki could have calmly declared, "I'll spare you until the Divine Tree is ready."

But against these two—

He simply couldn't bring himself to say such words.

On the battlefield, Hashirama lay unconscious, his once vibrant hair now completely gray.

Nearby, Uchiha Madara lay sprawled on the ground, blood seeping from his eyes, his fate uncertain.

A deep sigh broke the heavy silence.

From the depths of the void, a lone figure stepped forward.

Uchiha Kyōsuke.

His gaze swept across the battlefield, taking in the sight of his two fallen friends.

"How did things end up like this?"

Without another word, two shadow clones materialized beside him. They carefully lifted Hashirama and Madara before vanishing into a hidden base for treatment.

Only then did Kyōsuke slowly turn, his sharp gaze locking onto the enemy streaking toward him.

"Let me bring this battle to an end."

Eight Gates Released Formation—Eighth Gate: Gate of Death…

Open!

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