Naruto: I am Uchiha Shirou-Chapter 224: Naruto: I am Uchiha Shirou []

Sage Art: Fire Style - Great Fire Annihilation!

In an instant, the massive underground cavern was illuminated by flames.

Shirou had already entered Sage Mode. Forming hand seals, he launched his attack immediately. He knew better than anyone what kind of opponent he was facing.

Thus, from the very beginning, he gave it his all.

With the power of Sage Mode enhancing his Fire Style, its destructive power increased exponentially. As the overwhelming wave of fire surged forward, Madara sitting on the stone chair opposite also formed hand seals and unleashed the same Fire Style technique.

Fire Style: Great Fire Annihilation!

The same Fire Style jutsu clashed within the enormous cavern, generating waves of intense heat. Both combatants had activated their Sharingan. The difference was that Madara's eyes bore three tomoe, while Shirou's had already evolved into the Mangekyō Sharingan.

"Young one! Is this your second Kekkei Genkai, the innate Sage Body? Impressive! A Kekkei Genkai worth praising!"

Seeing that the opponent's Sage-enhanced Fire Style could contend with his own without faltering, Madara suddenly burst out in loud laughter, his excitement growing.

At this age, with this level of power—Uchiha Shirou was indeed worthy of being called the inheritor of Madara Uchiha's will. His covert nurturing had not been in vain.

"Mikoto!"

At that moment, as Shirou's Fire Style provided cover, Mikoto swiftly moved to the wall and summoned a variety of ninja tools and scrolls using her summoning beast.

These were treasures Madara Uchiha had placed alongside the Gunbai. Even if they couldn't compare to the fan itself, they were certainly rare artifacts of the ninja world.

Realizing that the other party's objective was to seize his collection, Madara was first stunned, then left speechless.

These items were originally prepared for Uchiha Shirou, and yet they were being taken in such a manner. Although Madara felt somewhat annoyed, Shirou's next words forced him to swallow his frustration.

"These are the treasures of the Uchiha clan! A counterfeit like you is unworthy!"

Good heavens!

How infuriating!

Shirou's angry demeanor made it seem as though he was accusing Madara of being an imposter who dared to covet the Uchiha's treasures.

For a moment, Madara found himself utterly speechless.

At that moment, he realized that while Uchiha Shirou was undoubtedly outstanding, he was also highly aggravating. However, Shirou's methods surpassed what Madara himself could have achieved in his younger days, largely because Shirou was willing to stoop so low.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked through the air. Madara's expression turned to shock as a lightning-infused Kusanagi Sword pierced through his chest from behind.

"Hiding behind the Fire Style for cover, huh..."

Coughing blood, Madara's face twisted into a smile of approval. Meanwhile, Shirou, gripping the Kusanagi Sword with both hands, coldly twisted the blade.

"Such excellent eyes..."

Suddenly, the stone chair Madara had been sitting on vanished, only to reappear further away.

"Shirou! His three-tomoe Sharingan is incredibly powerful!"

Mikoto's voice echoed with gravity, and the surrounding scenery abruptly shifted. Shirou's figure was still standing in the spot where he had unleashed his Fire Style, and Madara was still seated on the stone chair.

At this moment, Shirou's Mangekyō Sharingan spun slowly in his eye sockets, his expression growing increasingly tense.

"He can even see through the illusions of the Mangekyō Sharingan!"

This was the genuine Madara Uchiha, not the watered-down version who held back during Sasuke's battle with Itachi by using his three-tomoe Sharingan to break through Mangekyō illusions.

"Ah, the Mangekyō Sharingan. Impressive eyes indeed, enough to pique my interest."

With his three-tomoe Sharingan effortlessly seeing through the Mangekyō illusion, Madara, still seated, smirked. His expression carried the air of an elder admiring an exceptional junior, exuding a calm and overwhelming confidence.

At last, he had regained the upper hand!

Although his eyes were still only three tomoe, it ultimately came down to the ninja himself. After all, even someone like Hashirama, who lacked a Sharingan, could see through Madara's illusions.

As Madara slowly rose from his stone chair, a satisfied smile spread across his face, as though he had just reclaimed his dignity.

"Shirou!"

Feeling the immense pressure emanating from across the room, Mikoto shouted sharply without hesitation. She could feel the weight of the opponent's aura.

In perfect sync, Shirou and Mikoto touched the seals on their wristguards marked with the kanji for "Sword." In an instant, their fingertips produced gleaming kunai.

"This is the Uchiha clan's Shuriken Jutsu!"

In a flash, the cavern—its walls scorched red by the heat—was filled with a storm of kunai, raining down like a torrential downpour. Madara, intrigued, responded in kind, unleashing the same technique.

The two volleys of kunai collided mid-air. Sparks flew as they clashed violently, with some kunai even breaking from the sheer force of the impacts. Not a single kunai missed its mark, as each was intercepted by another.

"Mikoto!"

Amid the intense shuriken exchange, Shirou's cold shout brought a look of excitement to Mikoto's face. It had been far too long since she had experienced such a battle.

Though they had fought together during the war years, this kind of close cooperation against a powerful foe was something they hadn't experienced in ages.

Most of their previous battles involved large-scale ninjutsu attacks, with little need for such intricate teamwork. After all, the battlefield and a one-on-one ninja fight were entirely different scenarios.

"Let's go!"

Shirou's body suddenly crackled with lightning as he charged toward Madara.

The sounds of their clash reverberated through the cavern as Madara caught Shirou's wrists with both hands. Despite his age, Madara's physical prowess hadn't waned—his taijutsu was formidable.

After all, this was the same man who had once taken on the combined attacks of the Tailed Beasts, sustaining only minor injuries. His raw strength was often overshadowed by his flashy Mangekyō and other techniques.

Sage Art: Fire Style - Dragon Flame Song Technique!

"What's this?!"

Suddenly, the cavern was lit up once more as four fire dragons surged toward Madara from above, below, left, and right, leaving no room to escape. The attack's range was so large that even Shirou was caught within it.

"Heh, I've got you now!"

Shirou's hand twisted as he countered Madara's grip. Facing an oncoming Fire Style attack from Mikoto, Madara showed no surprise. Instead, he smirked knowingly.

The lightning armor surrounding Shirou's body made Madara realize the plan: Shirou intended to rely on the armor's defense, while Madara had no such protection.

"Impressive teamwork. So, this girl is important to you, huh..."

In an instant, the two were engulfed by the four fire dragons. The terrifying explosion of the Fire Style technique lit up the cavern and sent waves of heat rippling through the air.

"So, this is the Sage Mark Mode..."

Suddenly, Madara's voice echoed from behind. Mikoto's pupils shrank as firelight flashed, engulfing her figure.

Fire Style: Dragon Flame Song Technique!

The same Fire Style technique was unleashed in retaliation, as though to prove the power of the Uchiha's Sharingan.

When the flames dissipated, Madara, clad in red armor and sporting white hair, frowned slightly, as though he had noticed something.

"An illusion? This girl's three-tomoe Sharingan has such potent abilities!"

As the flames died down, the positions of both sides were reversed.

Madara now stood near the cavern's entrance, next to the wall that had been completely looted of its treasures. Meanwhile, Shirou and Mikoto stood before the stone chair.

At that moment, as their six eyes met, Madara's expression shifted into one of astonishment, as though he had just witnessed something particularly amusing.

"Mangekyō Sharingan!"

Mikoto's three-tomoe Sharingan had already connected into a single pattern, transforming into the shape of a Mangekyō Sharingan. Upon seeing this, Madara Uchiha's initial shock quickly turned into excitement.

"Heh heh hahahaha... Who would've thought? Another pair of Mangekyō Sharingan exists within the Uchiha clan, and it seems this pair awakened long ago, hidden all this time."

After discovering Mikoto's Mangekyō Sharingan, Madara only became more excited.

Interesting! This was simply too interesting!

This generation of Uchiha was proving far more exceptional than he had imagined, delivering him such a massive surprise.

Compared to himself in the past, this younger generation had much deeper schemes. He no longer doubted their outstanding capabilities; instead, his heart filled with endless excitement.

The offspring of two Mangekyō Sharingan users—how talented would they be? Could they rival the combination of Uchiha and Senju bloodlines?

"Young one, you've truly surprised me. I'm looking forward to what's next."

In contrast to Madara's boisterous laughter, Mikoto showed a serious expression after activating her Mangekyō Sharingan.

"Shirou, be careful! The opponent is stronger than me!"

Although it was just a brief exchange, she had already discerned the gap in their strength. Even with her Curse Mark Sage Mode fully activated, her Fire Style techniques only barely matched his. This realization made Mikoto secretly alarmed—this man's power far exceeded hers. Perhaps only Shirou at full strength could rival him.

However, Shirou was equally serious. If he knew what Mikoto was thinking, he would likely be speechless.

In the future, perhaps—but now?

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He was purely relying on Madara's advanced age and the fact that Madara still had some cards he dared not reveal. Otherwise, Mangekyō Sharingan + Wood Style versus the Rinnegan? He knew full well that there was still an Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan in between.

"Mikoto, his body has issues. Don't give him a chance to catch his breath!"

Shirou sharply noticed that despite Madara's minimal chakra consumption during their initial exchange, his breathing had become slightly heavier.

Combining this with Madara's aging body—it was clear the old man couldn't hold out much longer!

Seeing Shirou's decisive attack, Madara couldn't help but silently praise him. Such decisiveness!

However, Shirou was thrilled. There was something utterly satisfying about fighting this legendary figure... well, ahem, punching an old man. After all, standing before him was a treasure trove of power.

Over the years, Madara had fully fused the strength of the Uchiha and Senju bloodlines, as well as the power of Asura and Indra, the two primordial forces.

"Mikoto, I'll take the lead; you provide support!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Shirou roared as violent lightning crackled around him. In an instant, wielding the Kusanagi sword, he closed the distance and launched his attack.

Facing Madara, his greatest advantage was his youth—and stamina!

Seeing this, Madara was secretly alarmed.

"He already discovered my weakness? What sharp observation!"

As soon as their clash began, deafening roars echoed in the cave. Madara used his three-tomoe Sharingan to summon the skeletal frame of a blue Susano'o.

This initial form of Susano'o protected its user with a skeletal structure while retaining the ability to counterattack with its arms.

"A three-tomoe Sharingan capable of summoning Susano'o?"

Shirou feigned shock, though he was well aware that this old man could even summon Susano'o in a state of blindness.

"The power of the Sharingan is etched into my very bloodline. Now, let me teach you what it means to wield true power!"

As lightning-fast strikes rained down, Madara's Susano'o began to show cracks under the immense pressure. Meanwhile, Mikoto, providing support, activated her Mangekyō Sharingan. With a swirl of her eye patterns, a purple Susano'o skeleton emerged around her.

"Haha, little girl, you've even mastered Susano'o. Impressive."

Activating Susano'o came at the cost of speed. Yet, with Shirou and Mikoto's teamwork, they managed to exert faint pressure on Madara, even within the confines of the cave.

However, not only did Madara show no anger—he became even more exhilarated.

More and more interesting! Uchiha Shirou had given him far too many surprises, including hiding such a powerful pair of eyes.

"In the Land of Rain... that time, it must've been your plan, wasn't it? I must thank you. Without that, we wouldn't have discovered the effects of Wood Style cells on the Mangekyō Sharingan..."

Shirou shouted with excitement. This kind of exhilarating battle far surpassed his experiences on the battlefield.

After all, Onoki liked to hide in the sky, Rasa attacked from long range, and A worked with Onoki to set traps. None of them gave him a fight as satisfying as this.

But Madara, summoning Susano'o and letting him go all out, was an absolute thrill.

At the same time, Mikoto, having also summoned Susano'o, wore a serious expression as she coldly scoffed, "I awakened these Mangekyō Sharingan during that incident in the Land of Rain!"

"So it was back then..."

At this moment, Madara realized something. He recalled his arrangements in the Land of Rain. Back then, he had deliberately left a few White Zetsu's cells as part of his plan—not only to reveal Konoha's darkness to Tsunade but also to let Shirou discover the role of Wood Style cells in enhancing the Sharingan.

After all, in his original plan, Shirou would awaken his Mangekyō Sharingan through great emotional trauma. But without siblings, the Mangekyō Sharingan would inevitably go blind. The White Zetsu cells were his backup plan to ensure his chosen successor's eyes wouldn't fail him.

Yet unexpectedly, this young woman had awakened her Mangekyō Sharingan during the Land of Rain incident, hiding her power so deeply.

What's more, she could even use Susano'o without shedding bloody tears—a feat that made Madara laugh uncontrollably.

"Haha... how amusing. Truly amusing. It seems you've already discovered the secret of the Mangekyō and Wood Style. Though your Mangekyō Sharingan hasn't evolved, they're already enough! Enough to stir the gears of the ninja world..."

"Two Mangekyō Sharingan that won't go blind. But do you have the ambition and determination to match the power you wield?"

Madara's boisterous laughter suddenly ceased as the ground beneath his feet shifted. A sharp flash of lightning erupted from below.

"In this state, the weakness of Susano'o lies at its feet!"

From underground, Shirou roared as he delivered a monstrous punch straight to Madara's jaw.