Chapter 261: Night Guy!
The blood on Might Guy's skin ignited like chakra flames.
Wearing traditional Konoha armor, he soared into the sky like a tiger drenched in blood. His body flashed past even Hashirama Senju, launching a devastating punch toward the gradually forming repulsive force!
Time seemed to freeze.
In the next instant, as Might Guy's life-consuming punch clashed with the immense repulsion, everyone could almost hear a crystalline shatter echo through the air.
Then—
A terrifying shockwave blasted upward, directly striking Uchiha Madara in the sky!
Bang!
Not just the air— even Madara's complete-form Susanoo fractured like glass. The previously calm Madara, arms once folded in disdain, now stared forward in shock.
His body was sent hurtling backwards, knocked clean out of his Susanoo. Blood burst from his mouth.
Shinra Tensei's repulsive force scales with the user's pupil power— but if it fails to deflect its target, the caster suffers the full backlash.
"Eight Gates... Gate of Death Open!"
Agonizing pain wracked Might Guy's body. Through clenched teeth, he forced the words out. That one punch had drained nearly all his life force and blood.
Losing his mid-air traction, he plummeted.
But before he could hit the ground, his feet met a firm wooden platform.
Turning, he saw the First Hokage standing atop a wooden golem, gazing at him with pride and encouragement.
The board beneath his feet had extended from the distant wooden giant.
Without hesitation, empowered by recognition and trust, Might Guy stomped down on the wooden board.
It shattered like tofu under his step, propelling him forward once more. He rocketed toward Madara like a cannonball, his fist again crashing through the sky!
His time... was running out.
Below, the Allied Shinobi Forces watched in stunned awe. Throughout the prolonged battle, none had realized such a powerhouse existed among them.
Hashirama Senju, who had been monitoring the coalition from the start, had long expected that someone would one day burn their very life to fight.
At the moment Madara was flung backward, the previously broken wood dragons— splintered like dead trees under the repulsion— regenerated anew. Five mouths opened, spewing high-level elemental jutsu.
"Sage Art: Five Elemental Bullet Barrage!"
Hashirama, inspired by the coalition's earlier combination technique, summoned a new fusion.
With the Wood Dragon's aid, five elemental attacks launched simultaneously— each infused with Sage Chakra.
Meanwhile, Might Guy— his Eight Gates fully opened, his body a burning inferno— moved with speed no eye could follow. Even Madara's Rinnegan struggled to track his movements.
But—
"A pleasant surprise... Taijutsu, of all things."
Madara's surprise faded into a grin. Blood dripped from his lips, his internal organs screaming in pain. Yet his fighting spirit remained untamed.
Though he couldn't track Guy's exact path, he knew one thing— Guy's fists were coming for him.
"Wood Style: Deep Forest Emergence!"
Mid-flight, Madara rapidly formed hand seals. His arms transformed into thick branches, rising into a massive wooden wall around him.
Then, once more, his light blue Susanoo took form.
Bang!
Another thunderous crash erupted.
No one saw the blow. They only felt a hurricane-like heat wave blast out.
Madara's half-formed Susanoo shattered again.
Even the thick wooden wall was annihilated. The shockwave surged along Guy's fist, slamming into Madara's armor.
Pffft!
The impact tore through his organs. Madara, unable to resist, vomited blood as he was sent flying again.
Simultaneously, Hashirama's five-element bullets homed in, seemingly anticipating Madara's trajectory.
Five dragons— born of elemental fury— chased him with relentless aggression, eager to strike while his defenses lay in ruin.
Face tightening, Madara didn't attempt to block. He soared higher, allowing the force to carry him skyward.
As he evaded the elemental onslaught, he shed his shattered armor mid-flight.
In just a few exchanges, he realized: the enemy's Taijutsu had surpassed his ability to endure.
He hadn't expected this. Barely a day since his resurrection, and already two warriors had shaken him to his core— one from another world, and now a Konoha shinobi.
Pain was irrelevant. A lifetime of war had made injury routine.
But his body couldn't ignore the accumulating damage. A few more strikes like that… and even the Rinnegan wouldn't save him.
"This damned man... he's unhinged!"
As Susanoo shattered, Black Zetsu fell like spilled ink to the earth.
His teeth clenched, his voice laced with fury— a rare sight.
But unlike Madara, few eyes focused on him.
Melting into the earth, Black Zetsu slipped away from the battlefield.
Reaching the outskirts, he glared up at Madara, who was still dodging Guy's relentless assault.
A seething hatred bubbled in his chest.
This pawn... was proving harder to manipulate than any before.
If Obito hadn't been such a disappointment, if his talent had been stronger, perhaps he could have taken the Ten-Tails and controlled the Divine Tree himself.
Black Zetsu wouldn't have needed Madara at all.
"White Zetsu!"
He turned to the remaining White Zetsu nearby and snapped an order:
"Go. Get rid of those nuisances on the ground."
Without another word, he sank once more into the mud.
He had a target— Uchiha Obito.
Obito had returned from Hidden Rock some time ago.
Black Zetsu had already located him… but the coward was hiding, reluctant to reveal himself after Madara's resurrection.
And also...
"Stay right there, you pathetic fool!"
Tearing through the earth, Black Zetsu rushed toward Obito's location, silently cursing Madara.
But while Black Zetsu fumed, Madara himself remained composed.
The Allied Shinobi Forces, led by Hashirama, had begun to rally. Their fractured will was reforging— thread by thread— into steel cable.
And Madara… was no longer underestimating anyone.
With his upper body bare, he soared like a swimmer who had mistaken the sky for the sea, flying freely through the air.
Though the red beast behind him was incredibly fast, it was still targeting him directly. Relying on his vast combat experience and honed awareness, Uchiha Madara weaved through Might Guy's relentless pursuit while simultaneously fending off Hashirama Senju's jutsu.
After witnessing Ryosuke and repeatedly encountering enemies who defied his expectations, Uchiha Madara had become increasingly vigilant, sharpening his senses to their peak.
Who knew if more people down below were also from other worlds… or perhaps lucky enough to gain powers beyond this one?
"Evening Elephant!"
As Might Guy launched his fourth strike, Madara finally stopped choosing to meet it head-on. Instead, he shifted his body nimbly to avoid it.
A powerful blast of compressed air exploded along Guy's fist like a shockwave cannon. The rolling heat grazed Madara, raising his caution.
Had he not preemptively defended himself, that punch might've pierced straight through him!
"Truly incredible... Is this the Eight Gates Technique?"
From his "past life," Madara vaguely recalled this forbidden taijutsu—one that burned life in exchange for power.
"So... your body is reaching its limit?"
Inside Madara's body, chakra surged toward the Rinnegan through the nerves surrounding his eye sockets, converting into raw pupil power.
Capitalizing on the posture Guy adopted after missing his blow, Madara observed the chakra flaring across his opponent's body.
The power... was waning.
Though still ablaze, the red beast's energy had begun to wither. The chakra had lost the overwhelming force of its first strike.
As long as he stalled, evaded, and dragged it out… Might Guy would fall.
Having calmly assessed the situation, Uchiha Madara's gaze shifted briefly toward Senju Hashirama—but he had another plan.
Once again, utilizing the wooden platforms Hashirama had prepared ahead of time with strategic foresight, Might Guy kicked off, driving the speed of his Evening Elephant to its absolute limit. He shot forward to unleash his final strike.
This would be the last punch of Evening Elephant. If it missed, he'd be forced to resort to another taijutsu—a technique that existed only in theory. A forbidden move, created by Might Guy himself and never tested by anyone.
"Die!"
Roaring with all his might, Guy dove down.
This time, Madara appeared caught off guard. He didn't react in time, nor did he initiate any defense. Not even Susanoo.
Seeing the enemy so close, a glint of satisfaction flickered in Guy's eyes. Without hesitation, he punched forward!
Bang!
A deafening explosion rang out, and in Guy's ears echoed the same shattering sound that had accompanied the collapse of Susanoo.
But... Madara hadn't activated Susanoo at all!
In fact, Guy immediately sensed that his fist hadn't struck flesh. Something invisible had blocked his attack—an unseen barrier absorbing the blow.
Madara's body hadn't been pierced as expected.
Whoosh—
However, while something blocked the brunt of the attack, Evening Elephant's force was too great.
It tore through the unseen layer and struck Madara's body directly.
His frame was hurled backward like a tire blasted off a truck, flung straight in the direction of the massive wooden golem where Hashirama stood.
"Well done!"
Seeing Guy land a direct hit, Hashirama's expression lit up with praise. He began weaving signs to activate a sealing jutsu, aiming to trap Madara once again with Myōshinmon.
But the joy on his face quickly froze.
He realized something was wrong—Madara was actually accelerating mid-air!
Instinctively, Hashirama shifted his plan, trying to control the wooden golem beneath him to charge forward.
But before he could gather chakra—
Thunk!
A black rod shot out of nowhere, piercing through his back at lightning speed.
Then another. And another.
In the blink of an eye, black receivers riddled his body. Chakra flow ceased, and he was rendered immobile.
In Madara's eyes—gleaming with ferocity—there was no hesitation, only intent.
Though each of Guy's punches grew stronger, Madara had already calculated the approximate strength of the fifth blow using his vast combat experience.
Once he understood its limits, it wasn't difficult to prepare accordingly and exploit the momentum.
The force, while powerful, hadn't exceeded his endurance threshold. Though he was injured, Madara endured it using the defense of his complete-form Susanoo.
To others, it looked like he'd been caught off guard.
But in the world seen through the Rinnegan, things were very different.
On the wooden golem nearby stood a shadow clone,identical to Madara wielding a black staff forged through Yin-Yang Release, immobilizing Hashirama from behind.
Trailing closely behind Might Guy was another complete-form Susanoo.
"Limbo: Border Jail."
Madara's voice echoed coldly.
Another Susanoo manifested before him, blocking the barrage of ninjutsu fired by the ninja coalition below.
In total, four Limbo clones—shadows with the same power as the original—moved freely, undetectable to anyone lacking the Rinnegan or Six Paths power.
From beginning to end, Uchiha Madara had never truly lost his composure.
He wasn't indulging in arrogance. He wasn't playing with his prey.
He was strategizing.
Even against Hashirama and someone using the Eight Gates Formation, he felt no fear.
Just now, he had deliberately used the force of Guy's punch to propel himself toward Hashirama faster!
Above the battlefield, Might Guy—his final Evening Elephant failing—didn't pause.
Without hesitation, he gathered chakra mid-air.
The red flames engulfing him blazed brighter, condensing into the phantom of a dragon wrapped around his body.
Though its form was not enormous, its presence was overwhelming. The space around him twisted under the sheer pressure.
Seeing Hashirama pierced and Madara charging in, Guy knew the situation had taken a deadly turn.
But he still had one last move.
He was confident. After witnessing how much damage his punch dealt, he believed this kick would finish it.
If he could land it… he would send that fossilized legend straight back to the underworld!
"Such courage. Such taijutsu and chakra... If possible, I would have loved to fight a man like you."
Drawn by the surging aura, Madara turned—only to meet Might Guy's blazing eyes.
The crimson chakra had morphed into a dragon's silhouette, locking onto him with ferocious killing intent.
The sheer pressure made even Madara's battle-hardened heart stir.
Boom!
Might Guy's feet slammed against the air, bending the atmosphere itself like solid ground beneath him.
"Die!"
Once more, he roared.
And once more, he flew.
Trailing behind him, a red flame stretched across the sky like the body of a great dragon, coiling through the air—unstoppable, untamed.
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