The setting sun was as red as blood, dyeing the distant horizon crimson.
Uchiha Madara wore a simple black kimono. Among his long black hair, many strands of white had already appeared.
He stood quietly, gazing at the sunset far away, his eyes deep and unreadable.
No longer the arrogant youth he once was, yet possessing a calmness tempered by time.
He could feel that the once overwhelming power which shook the shinobi world was gradually slipping away with the passage of time.
He needed a battle—to confirm something.
And for his opponent, he chose the only junior in the clan he acknowledged: Renya!
Renya clenched his fists in excitement.
He finally had a legitimate opportunity to gauge Madara's current strength.
He hoped he could win.
Then he could expose the mastermind behind the shinobi world—Black Zetsu's conspiracy.
First, stabilize Uchiha Madara. As for the future Ōtsutsuki invasion…
He could only rely on Naruto and Sasuke.
After all, whether he could live to that time was already a question.
Even if he lived to then, it would be meaningless.
An eighty or ninety-year-old geezer—just being alive would be impressive enough.
Thinking about fighting? Don't even think about it.
By that time, he'd already be dead.
What happened to the shinobi world would have nothing to do with him.
Unless some unfilial junior used Impure World Reincarnation to drag him and other dead people back.
"Do not hold back, Renya."
Uchiha Madara's voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable majesty.
"Let me see—how sharp the Uchiha are today."
He did not take any stance. He simply stood casually, yet his posture revealed no openings.
"Forgive me, Madara-sama."
Renya drew the long blade at his waist—his figure exploding forward in an instant.
No flashy ninjutsu—only extreme speed and precision.
His blade sliced through the air, striking directly toward Madara's shoulder at tremendous speed.
The three-tomoe Sharingan in Uchiha Madara's eyes shifted slightly.
A kunai flashed—sidestep, footwork shift, lifted arm, parry—his movements flowed smoothly like water.
"Clang!"
The kunai precisely caught the blade—sparks burst out!
The immense force sent numbness through Renya's arm wielding the sword.
But he did not withdraw—borrowing the force to spin, his blade rained down like a violent storm.
Slash, sweep, stab, lift!
Every strike was cunning and ruthless—displaying the full ferocity of Uchiha Swordsmanship.
This sword style was one Uchiha Madara himself had taught long ago.
Uchiha Madara's figure flickered continuously among the blade-light, like a ghost apparition.
His movements appeared half a beat slower than Renya's attacks, yet he always avoided fatal strikes at the most crucial moment—
Or used his kunai for the most efficient deflection.
His Sharingan saw through every trajectory of Renya's attacks, every shift of chakra, even every breath he took.
"Too impatient."
Uchiha Madara commented coldly, knocking away Renya's fierce strikes.
...
In the distance, Senju Hashirama looked nervous, fearing the two might take things too far and cause irreversible harm.
After all, Renya's blade was coated with deadly poison.
If Madara was cut even a little, he might end up departing before Hashirama.
Renya did not speak—he gave a bitter smile.
A super boss is always a super boss.
Even old, he was not someone an ordinary person could challenge.
Madara-sama hadn't even activated the Mangekyō Sharingan yet.
Once the Eternal Mangekyō's Susanoo appeared, there would be no opponents left in the shinobi world.
Looks like his plan to beat up Madara-sama had to be postponed… another ten years.
Renya flickered forward again, appearing before Madara.
His blade grew faster and faster, engulfing Madara completely.
On the field, only two black silhouettes collided, crashed, and separated at terrifying speed.
The sound of metal clashing rang endlessly.
Dirt and grass flew everywhere under their feet.
Uchiha Madara indeed felt pressure.
The youth's stamina, speed, and unstoppable momentum—
Made him feel a long-lost exhilaration.
A feeling he once only experienced when fighting Hashirama.
Since Hashirama became… handicapped, that feeling never returned.
But today—he felt it again in his battle with Renya.
Uchiha Madara's defense remained flawless, yet each clash reminded him clearly—this body was no longer young.
After a fierce collision, Madara leapt back. When he landed, his body wavered ever so slightly.
Renya's Sharingan captured that tiny flaw precisely.
He lunged instantly—his blade stabbing straight toward Uchiha Madara's shoulder.
Fast! Accurate! Deadly!
It nearly surpassed the limits of human reaction.
Madara's pupils narrowed. At the last possible moment—a blue Susanoo ribcage suddenly manifested before him without warning.
"clang!"
The blade tip struck the Susanoo bone.
Renya's face twisted as if seeing a ghost.
Damn it—are you kidding me!?
He saw clearly—
Madara activated Susanoo while his eyes were still three-tomoe Sharingan!
Only after a moment did they shift into Mangekyō!
That meant he used a THREE-TOMOE Sharingan to activate Susanoo.
Not even pretending anymore.
A three-tomoe Sharingan could use Susanoo?!
Is this what a super boss is?!
But then again—someone who could activate Susanoo without eyes…
Using it with three tomoe was indeed… reasonable.
Reasonable my ass!
Please give me a tutorial on how to activate Susanoo with three tomoe!!!
Renya cursed wildly in his heart, endlessly.
At this rate, he was seriously going to steal Uchiha eyes.
With Sharingan like that, one could basically defeat the whole world.
...
Uchiha Madara slowly withdrew Susanoo. A trace of complexity flickered in his eyes.
Was it emotion? Satisfaction? Or a faint… loneliness?
Renya had forced him to activate Susanoo.
A few years later, he might no longer be Renya's opponent.
Every hero eventually reaches the dusk of their life.
"That will be all."
Uchiha Madara's face betrayed no joy or frustration—only calm restored.
At least for now, he still stood at the very peak of the shinobi world.
Speaking thus, he turned and slowly walked toward the depths of the sunset.
His shadow stretched long beneath the blood-red light—his figure still tall and unbending.
Madara-sama had proven his blade was not yet dull—yet he had personally felt the terror of time.
"Madara, are you hurt?"
Senju Hashirama jogged after him, concern filling his voice.
"No issue." Uchiha Madara replied calmly.
Hearing them converse, Renya hurried to catch up.
"Madara-sama, can you teach me how to use a three-tomoe Sharingan to activate Mangekyō Sharingan?"
Other things aside—he REALLY wanted to learn that!
"As long as you have enough ocular power. With your eye power, don't even think about it."
Uchiha Madara spoke lightly.
He was telling the truth. Mangekyō Sharingan was only the vessel.
If one had enough ocular power, theoretically, even without eyes they could still use Susanoo.
It was precisely because he had such immense ocular power that he could achieve this.
As for Renya—don't even think about it.
Using Susanoo for a while with his eyes would probably leave him blind.
Renya: "…"
So that's the truth, huh?
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