Now, in the shinobi world...
Two Ten Tails Jinchūriki had appeared.
Two beings who possessed the terrifying power of [Ten Tails · Sage Mode] now stood atop the world.
"Tch!"
Uchiha Madara, who had also attained the state of [Ten Tails · Sage Mode], scoffed with irritation as he listened to Leo's usual arrogant nonsense.
But Leo, with a wide grin, only said:
"This power… Madara, don't you feel it too? Isn't it exhilarating?"
Standing tall, his form wrapped in the divine Six Paths robe, Leo marveled at his new power. His body radiated divine energy—floating white hair, a flickering Truth-Seeking Ball halo behind him, and the mighty Sage staff in his hand.
He had become something far beyond the ordinary.
This wasn't just the state of a Ten Tails Jinchūriki.
This was [Ten Tails · Sage Mode]—a state born from conviction, dominance, and fate itself. It fused the will to unify the shinobi world, the power of all nine Tailed Beasts, mastery over Sage Mode, and the world's own will for peace and unification.
This wasn't a form one could simply train into.
It was a divine state that chose its master—a destiny.
Just like Naruto's original Six Paths · Sage Mode, this was a godlike transformation.
It was overwhelming.
Leo could feel it now—if he faced his past self, even from moments ago, he could crush him with ease. That was how massive the power gap had become.
He was intoxicated.
Drunk on power.
And yet—
"Hmph. I'll admit it's a thrill," Madara muttered, glancing at Leo, "But the moment I see your face, the thrill vanishes."
Still, he couldn't deny the reality.
"But… I do understand."
Madara's tone shifted as he looked back at the events that had just occurred.
Leo had given him the chance to absorb the Divine Tree. Madara had claimed the Ten Tails, becoming one with its power. And Leo… had merely synchronized with the template at the moment Madara completed his transformation.
Leo hadn't stolen any of Madara's power.
They had each achieved the form independently, a perfect outcome.
Madara, still reserved, finally nodded.
"You were right. You and I are the only ones who can truly understand each other."
The two of them—wearing the same godly Six Paths robes, holding matching staffs, hair as white as snow, the Nine Magatama Sharingan embedded in their foreheads—looked at each other.
Leo chuckled.
Then extended his hand.
Without hesitation, Madara grasped it.
Despair—
That moment, the two Six Paths Madara shook hands.
Their mutual understanding solidified.
But around them...
Despair swept through the Shinobi Alliance.
"W-What now…?" Terumi Mei asked bitterly, voice trembling.
Two Ten Tails Jinchūriki. Two divine figures above gods.
They hadn't even been able to defeat the original Madara—just a regular Uchiha Madara.
And now? He had become this.
And Leo, even worse—Leo had always been terrifying, even before all this.
From the very beginning, Leo had possessed power that made the strongest Konoha shinobi despair.
Then he had Tsunade implant him with the DNA of both Hashirama Senju and another unknown individual, gaining Wood Style.
Then… came the Rinnegan.
And now…
He had absorbed the Divine Tree, becoming one with the Ten Tails. His chakra signature had vanished completely—he couldn't even be sensed anymore.
No one had any idea how powerful Leo had become.
Even Tsunade, who had witnessed his terrifying growth firsthand, was numb to it now.
And now he stood next to Madara—identical to him in power and appearance.
Two figures…
Identical robes. Identical divine staffs. Identical floating black Truth-Seeking Balls. Identical eyes—those terrifying Nine Magatama Sharingan set in their foreheads.
This was no longer a war.
This was divine judgment.
No shinobi could challenge them now.
Tsunade could only smile bitterly.
Just then—
"Nii-san!"
A sudden cry rang out.
Uchiha Izuna landed between the two gods, eyes wide with joy and confusion.
"Nii-san… you…"
He stared at the two divine Madaras before him—unable to even sense their chakra. The power was simply too vast… or maybe it had transcended chakra altogether.
Madara stepped forward and placed a hand on Izuna's shoulder.
"Izuna, rest now. We'll take care of the rest."
He glanced behind him at Leo.
Leo nodded.
In perfect sync, the two Six Paths Madara floated into the sky.
The remaining 80,000 shinobi—silent, stunned, hopeless—watched as the two divine beings ascended, their gazes cold, distant, all-seeing.
Then—
Leo spoke.
"So… are you all seriously thinking of fighting us… in this state?"
His lavender Six Tomoe Rinnegan and blood-red Nine Tomoe Sharingan radiated overwhelming power. Looking down at the ninja alliance below, his expression was one of ridicule and disbelief.
What gave them the confidence to resist?
Even moments ago, the previous Madara—with only Susanoo and Wood Style—had crushed their armies.
Now, there were two such beings, far more powerful than before.
Why resist?
Why keep fighting?
So stupid.
"Damn it!!" Raikage Ai gritted his teeth in fury.
"We… should we really keep going?" Terumi Mei whispered. She looked far younger and more helpless than in the original series.
Even the hot-tempered Raikage didn't respond.
They all knew.
If it were just them, maybe they'd fight to the bitter end.
But behind them… were 80,000 shinobi. Comrades. Villagers. Friends. Families.
If they kept resisting…
How many would die?
Just one Madara had already cost them thousands.
Now there were two.
What was the point of dying senselessly?
The battlefield was quiet.
Everyone knew it.
They couldn't win.
Leo floated higher.
Behind him, black orbs hovered like a silent omen. His robes fluttered. His gaze fell on them like a god staring down at insects.
"Keep dancing until you die… or submit," he said coldly, voice echoing across the battlefield. "Now tell me—what's your choice?"
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