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Chapter 29: Sage Art Wood Style – True Several Thousand Hands
🕑 Added 2025-02-02 09:57:00 +0000 UTC[Group leader Makoto Ito has enabled spectator mode for all group members!]
In an instant, a vivid battlefield scene appeared in the minds of every group member. On a vast and desolate terrain, Hashirama and Madara stood facing each other, ready for the battle.
Madara stretched out his hands, feeling the long-lost feeling of chakra flowing through his body once again. It had been so long since he had experienced this power. The sensation was no different from when he was alive—it felt as if he had been completely resurrected.
A wave of awe washed over him as he realized how incredible this chat group truly was!
As he relished the moment, an image of his future resurrection flickered through his mind.
Meanwhile, Hashirama was growing impatient. ‘What is he doing? Is he going to keep admiring himself?’
"Madara! Are we fighting or not?” He asked out loud with an impatient face.
Madara’s gaze snapped toward him as he heard his words. "Hashirama, I've been waiting for this moment!”
“Today, I will teach you a lesson! You banned me time and again, mocked me endlessly—it's time you pay the price! Come on, Let's dance!”
"MADARA!"
"HASHIRAMA!!!"
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[Senju Tobirama: Honestly, I don’t understand. They’re about to fight, yet they’re just shouting each other’s names first?]
[Namikaze Minato: Is this what true friendship looks like?]
[Uchiha Izuna: This is so unfair. My elder brother has never shouted my name like that!]
[Senju Tobirama: Same here. He only ever yells Madara’s name with such passion…]
The audience remained fixated on the battlefield as the fight finally started.
In the next moment, Madara and Hashirama clashed, displaying impressive taijutsu skills.
Their movements were so evenly matched that neither gained the upper hand—punches, kicks, parries—all exchanged in perfect symmetry.
[Hyuga Hizashi: As expected of two legendary shinobi, Their battle is truly mesmerizing to watch!]
[Namikaze Minato: Incredible! So, this is the power of the ‘God of Shinobi’ and ‘Ghost of the Uchiha…]
[Ito Makoto: If you’re amazed now, just wait. This is only the beginning. Don’t let your jaws hit the floor later!]
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After an intense exchange of blows, the two of them separated.
"Hashirama! I’m going all out!"
"Madara, the warm-up is over! It’s time to get serious!"
"Mangekyō Sharingan! Susanoo!!!"
"Sage Art: Wood Style—True Several Thousand Hands!!”
Two colossal figures immediately appeared on the battlefield.
Madara's titanic Susanoo and Hashirama's towering wooden Buddha. Their chakra surged wildly, shaking the very foundation of the terrain. It was as if two living weapons of mass destruction had been unleashed upon the world.
The sight left the group members completely speechless.
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Unlike Senju Tobirama, Uchiha Izuna, and Uzumaki Mito who were accustomed to seeing such scenes, the rest of the group had a look of utter disbelief.
What were they witnessing? Was this truly the power of ninjas?
For those who had never lived in the same era as Hashirama and Madara, the stories of the "God of Shinobi" and the "Demon of the Ninja World" had always been just legends.
But now, seeing them in action, they realized all the stories about them were absolutely real.
Even those who had reached the level of Kage found themselves doubting their own strength.
Compared to these two, had they merely been playing at being shinobi all along?
The reality was harsh.
Looking at the two towering figures before them, many in the group realized that even if they gave it their all, they wouldn’t last a single round against either of them.
One punch from either the Buddha or Susanoo would be enough to reduce them to dust.
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[Hyuga Hizashi: This….This is ridiculous! Can they even be considered ninjas anymore? They look more like gods!]
[Namikaze Minato: So this is the true power of the First Hokage… Though I also hold the title of Hokage, I can’t even compare to him. The gap between us is just too vast…]
[Uchiha Fugaku: Is this the pinnacle of the Uchiha clan’s power? The true Perfect Susanoo?]
[Senju Tobirama: Both of them are absolute monsters. It’s best not to compare ourselves to them. After all, neither of them are normal shinobi!]
[Hyuga Hizashi: If we’re talking about monsters, Second Hokage, shouldn’t you count yourself too? I mean, how many serious people go around inventing Forbidden Techniques? Most ninjas consider creating one or two Forbidden Techniques a lifetime achievement, but you were out there mass-producing them!]
[Senju Tobirama: Ahem. Compared to those two freaks, I’m still far behind!]
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Meanwhile, Makoto watched the battle with interest. With the group chat's spectator mode, it felt as if he were physically present at the battlefield.
Despite having seen this war play out in anime before, witnessing it firsthand was on an entirely different level. The sheer scale of destruction, the intensity of their attacks—this was beyond what any animation could capture.
Even though he had been mentally prepared, Makoto Ito still found himself overwhelmed by the spectacle.
These two were beyond powerful.
He couldn’t help but imagine himself one day using such abilities—activating Sage Art: Wood Style—True Several Thousand Hands, then layering it with Perfect Susanoo, forming an indestructible, armored titan.
Just the thought alone thrilled him.
If he could obtain all the best techniques from these two, he might truly become a force capable of wiping out entire nations single-handedly.
The battle raged on for hours.
Yet, despite the prolonged duration, no one in the chat grew impatient. Instead, they were all drawn in, watching with eager anticipation.
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Back in the real world, the Third Hokage had long since finished his speech and left the academy.
Makoto spent his lunch break with Hyuga Hinata and Yamanaka Ino, as he didn't bring his own meal.
Even after finishing his afternoon classes, the duel between Hashirama and Madara was still ongoing. The battlefield had been completely transformed. The land was utterly ravaged, similar to a wasteland rather than a battlefield.
The scale of destruction was unfathomable!
