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The two clashed again, lightning and water colliding in bursts of sparks and steam. Tobirama used his Water style: Water wall to slow down the Raikage. But it did nothing to slow him down.
After one particularly close exchange, Tobirama was forced to retreat several meters. His voice was steady but edged. "You've got remarkable power. You would give me hard time even with my full power."
Raikage's didn't respond. He raised his left arm and leaned his neck slightly, revealing the burns and cuts along his torso. "See this? These wounds came from Konoha's Uchiha head. After I killed The Third Hokage, Our spies reported that the uchiha clan moved to take over the Hokage seat."
Tobirama's expression darkened. "That evil clan… always chasing power. I should have known." "They are cursed. I have arrived it long ago... Uchiha are—"
He stopped mid-sentence. His mouth hung open slightly as the Benihisago began to hum. The word "Uchiha" was recorded.
The Raikage's eyes widened. There he said it.
He whispered only for tobirama to hear and lied even as he was getting sucked, "Well… it doesn't matter if you talk or not. You'll be sealed either way after 2 minutes."
The suction from the Benihisago intensified. Tobirama's form began breaking apart into streaks of light, drawn toward the gourd. His voice echoed, half-panicked, half-defiant.
"How?"
He didn't finish. His entire body was pulled into the Benihisago, and the light dimmed. The field grew quiet.
The Raikage sealed the gourd shut with a single hand sign, his face unreadable.
Then he looked toward the horizon, where red and green lights still flashed... Bee's Bijuu Bombs colliding with Hashirama's forest.
He sighed, shoulders heavy. "One down."
He leapt toward their battlefield.
When he arrived, the scene was chaos. Massive tree roots spiraled out of the ground like tentacles, wrapping around Bee's tailed beast form. The Eight-Tails roared, tearing through several of them, but even his power wasn't infinite. He held for at least a minute.
Hashirama was standing atop a wooden trunk, hands in a steady seal, his expression composed. "You should stop. You've fought well enough-"
Hashirama immediately noticed the chakra signature of Tobirama is gone.
Bee snarled through gritted teeth. "I ain't going down, pops!"
Another Bijuu Bomb formed in his mouth. But before he could fire, a flash of blue cut through the scene.
The Raikage landed beside him, one hand pressed against the ground, blue lightning tearing through the wood, forcing the roots to retract for a moment.
Bee looked down. "Raikage-sama—?"
"You did enough," The Raikage said. "I will take over."
Bee hesitated. He looked at Hashirama's distant figure, still calm, still holding back. He could feel it... the man hadn't fought seriously yet.
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When Tobirama's chakra signature faded into nothing, the hashirama went still. He stopped mid-motion, eyes narrowing, the usual warmth drained from his expression. His hands trembled with excitement from recognition.
He turned, scanning through the broken canopy. "Pretty impressive of you to seal my brother, Raikage. But I can't allow you to continue any further. I will come at you with full force."
His voice was steady, but the trees around him responded like nerves reacting to his excitement. Branches shivered, leaves twisted inward, and roots began writhing like serpents beneath the soil.
Across the battlefield, the Raikage took a deep, rasping breath. The blue lightning cloak that usually wrapped him like armor flickered, darkened, then blackened into something thicker, heavier, almost liquid. The ground under his feet began to hiss, turning to the soil into molten lava.
Killer Bee felt the pressure before the light even dimmed. "Yo, Raikage-sama," he called out, his tone missing its usual rhythm. "That jutsu drains you like hellfire. You sure about this? You have already used this once. There is no telling what would happen if you use it again."
The Raikage didn't answer immediately. Instead, he clenched his fists, the skin on his knuckles cracked slightly under the force. "Bee, I told I'll handle this." His voice rumbled like distant thunder.
Bee hesitated but nodded. "Don't ya fry yourself, old man."
"I can't get enough of this power," the Raikage said quietly.
And with that, his body vanished in a thunderclap. The black lightning form was alive around him, its energy field radiating destruction with every step. Each stride melted the soil, shattered nearby rock, and left a crater steaming in his wake.
Hashirama knew instantly that this wasn't the same lightning armor he'd fought before... he is adding his life force to power his attacks. The speed was absurd, yes... but what unsettled him more was the density. The Raikage's chakra was now layered, almost corrosive... Even the branches near him began to melt, curl and charred away into ash.
He had no choice but to meet force with force.
"Wood Release: Deep Forest Emergence!" "Wave"
From every direction, the terrain convulsed. Colossal trees erupted skyward... not dozens, not hundreds, but thousands... forming a living fortress that expanded outward like a green tidal wave. It rolled toward the Raikage, swallowing everything between them. He looked like an ant in front of the forest wave.
But the moment the Raikage entered the forest's range, trees exploded apart. Bark and sap rained like shrapnel. Every impact left scorch marks that smoldered black. The forest itself couldn't withstand it.
Hashirama's eyes widened but the excitement didn't dim it only increased. Even the Deep Forest can't contain him…?
The Raikage roared... a raw, primal sound that cracked the air.
"Black Lightning Hell Series... Hell Punch!"
He appeared in front of Hashirama before the echo faded. The first punch landed square in Hashirama's ribs, the second in his gut, and the third across his face before Hashirama's body had even finished absorbing the first blow.
Each hit carried the power to splinter mountains. It is five times more powerful than the regular hell stab. Each strike released a pulse of black lightning that distorted space with static ripples.
Hashirama's regeneration kicked in instantly, but even it couldn't keep pace. Every new strike tore open the flesh faster than the cells could knit back together. By the time he tried to form a defensive wall of wood, the Raikage's foot had already slammed into his abdomen... a brutal axe kick that folded him backward.
Then came the rhythm...
Jab. Cross. Hook. Uppercut. Roundhouse. Elbow. Knee in the clinch.
A blur of movement so clean and merciless that even the wind lagged behind it.
"Black Lightning Hell Ultimate Series... Hell Rampage!"
Each move flowed into the next with martial precision and raw fury. He was fighting like the embodiment of war itself.
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