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Chapter 316: There’s No Limit to Showing Off  

In the world of the Shodai Hokage, there was no Konohagakure yet, nor any of the other ninja villages of the Five Great Nations. 

This was a time of constant war and chaos, with no concept of ninja villages. 

It was just endless fighting between clans. 

Take the Senju clan, led by Senju Hashirama, and the Uchiha clan, led by Uchiha Madara—they’d been locked in battle for years. 

But back when Hashirama and Madara were young, they were tight, almost like brothers. 

Because of their bond, the Senju and Uchiha clans teamed up, crushing countless enemies across the shinobi world. 

Still, no matter how close they were, they could share hardship but not prosperity. 

After their alliance racked up tons of spoils from their victories, disagreements over how to split the loot started tearing them apart. 

This sparked a full-on conflict between the Senju and Uchiha clans. 

“Hashirama, looks like the fight between our clans is finally about to explode!”  

At the Valley of the End, Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama stood facing each other, each backed by their clan’s loyal retainers. 

Hashirama, always the soft-hearted one, valued his friendship with Madara deeply. He tried over and over to talk Madara down. 

But Madara had already been swayed by Kuro Zetsu’s manipulations. 

He believed that only by seizing Hashirama’s ninja tools could he make the Uchiha clan truly dominant—the undisputed top clan in the shinobi world. 

So, Madara cast aside his friendship with Hashirama. 

In a split second, he launched an attack straight at him. 

As Madara charged, the rest of the Uchiha clan followed, rushing toward the Senju clan. 

Besides Madara himself, the strongest Uchiha was his younger brother, Uchiha Izuna. 

Meanwhile, Hashirama’s younger brother, Senju Tobirama, had long been fed up with the Uchiha clan. 

He thought they were way too arrogant, too full of themselves. 

So Tobirama didn’t hold back, throwing everything he had into a fight with Uchiha Izuna. 

Izuna, cocky and overconfident, looked down on the Senju clan. 

He believed that without the Uchiha’s badass Sharingan, the Senju had no right to even stand as their allies. 

The two clashed fiercely, neither able to gain the upper hand. 

Even though Tobirama didn’t have Sharingan or any dōjutsu, his skills were still top-notch. 

After a few exchanges, he started pushing Izuna back, forcing him to retreat. 

“Give it up, Uchiha Izuna! Your Uchiha clan doesn’t stand a chance against us Senju!” Tobirama taunted. 

“Shut the hell up!” Izuna snapped. 

Being outdone by Tobirama sent Izuna into a rage. 

In a flash, he activated his Sharingan, the crimson eyes glowing with power. 

Tobirama, who’d seen the Sharingan’s tricks before, quickly shut his eyes to avoid falling into its genjutsu. 

The moment Tobirama closed his eyes, Izuna seized the opportunity. 

In an instant, he unleashed his trump card, aiming to take Tobirama down for good. 

Chapter 317: Thrashing Uchiha Izuna  

At the critical moment, a figure suddenly blocked Uchiha Izuna’s attack. 

This unexpected twist left Izuna stunned. 

Even Senju Tobirama was wide-eyed with shock. 

Tobirama had just felt Izuna’s strike aiming straight for his vitals. 

He thought he was done for. 

But he never expected a mysterious stranger to save him. 

Though Kazama had met Tobirama back in the Nidaime Hokage’s era, he was now in a parallel world—the era of the Shodai Hokage. 

So, Tobirama didn’t recognize this version of Kazama. 

Seeing Kazama save his life, Tobirama was overjoyed. 

He wanted to ask Kazama’s name and why he’d helped, but with a battle raging around them, there was no time for questions. 

Meanwhile, the ever-arrogant Uchiha Izuna was furious. He’d been this close to killing Tobirama, only for some kid to swoop in and ruin it. 

Livid, Izuna pointed at Kazama and started yelling. 

“You little punk bastard! Who the hell are you, and why are you messing with my plans?!” 

“Cut the crap,” Kazama shot back. “I’m not here to ruin your day. I’m telling you, there’s no need for the Uchiha clan to fight the Senju clan. You guys are being played by Kuro Zetsu—that’s why you’re so pissed at the Senju!” 

“Stop spewing nonsense!” Izuna snapped. “Kuro Zetsu, Shiro Zetsu—I don’t know what you’re babbling about! Listen up, kid, our target was the Senju, but since you dared to stop me from killing Tobirama, you’re next!” 

The moment he finished, Izuna activated his three-tomoe Sharingan and cast a genjutsu on Kazama. 

“Watch out! The Sharingan’s genjutsu is no joke!” Tobirama shouted. 

He didn’t know Kazama’s true strength and was genuinely worried. 

What he didn’t realize was that Izuna’s Sharingan was nothing compared to Kazama’s. 

Kazama instantly activated his own Eien no Mangekyō Sharingan (Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan). 

In a split second, he effortlessly blocked Izuna’s genjutsu. 

Not only that, he turned the tables, casting a genjutsu that left Izuna collapsing to the ground. 

“What… how is this possible?!” Izuna gasped. 

He couldn’t believe Kazama had not only deflected his genjutsu but reversed it, attacking his five senses. 

The shock hit him hard. 

“You’re shocked too soon!” Kazama said coolly. 

While Izuna was reeling, Kazama unleashed Tsukuyomi. 

Inside the Tsukuyomi world, Kazama bombarded Izuna with relentless mental attacks. 

Izuna’s spirit crumbled, leaving him barely conscious, on the verge of collapse. 

Tobirama watched in disbelief. Just seconds ago, the cocky, overbearing Uchiha Izuna had been strutting around. 

Now, in mere moments, Kazama had floored him. 

It was way beyond anything Tobirama could’ve imagined. 

Chapter 318: Thrashing Uchiha Madara  

Senju Tobirama knew all too well just how strong Uchiha Izuna was. But he never could’ve imagined that in front of Kazama, Izuna would go down so easily. 

Meanwhile, Uchiha Madara, locked in a fierce battle with Senju Hashirama, saw his younger brother get floored by some unknown kid. Rage surged through him, and he was practically fuming. 

Madara broke away from Hashirama and charged straight at Kazama. “You little punk! Who do you think you are, interfering in the battle between the Uchiha and Senju clans?!” 

As he shouted, Madara closed in, ready to take Kazama down. But when he caught sight of Kazama’s Eien no Mangekyō Sharingan (Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan), he froze, stumbling back several steps. For a moment, he thought Kazama was one of his own clan—after all, only an Uchiha could awaken the Eien no Mangekyō Sharingan. 

Glaring at Kazama, Madara snapped, “You little punk, those eyes tell me you’re an Uchiha! But you’ve got the nerve to attack one of our own? Are you an idiot or what?!” 

Slap! Slap! Slap!  

Before Madara could finish his tirade, Kazama used Shunshin no Jutsu (Body Flicker Technique) and landed three swift slaps, knocking him flat on the ground. 

Madara never saw it coming—Kazama was just too fast. Being taken down by some no-name kid? That only made Madara even angrier. 

Kazama smirked coldly and said, “Sure, I’ve got the Mangekyō Sharingan, but I’m not part of your Uchiha clan.” 

“What, are you a Senju then?” Madara shot back. 

“Nope, not a Senju either. I came here to try and stop this fight between your clans. You’re being manipulated by Black Zetsu, Madara. That’s why you’re attacking the Senju. I’m just asking you to turn back before it’s too late.” 

“Quit your nonsense!” Madara roared, not taking a single word seriously. 

The thing is, Madara hadn’t actually met Black Zetsu yet. Sure, his actions were being subtly guided by Black Zetsu’s influence, but the guy was always lurking in the shadows, pulling strings without being seen. So, Madara had no clue about Black Zetsu’s existence, even though he was indeed being played. 

To Madara, Kazama’s words just sounded like some cocky kid mouthing off. He was dead-set on tearing Kazama apart, no matter what. 

First, Madara quickly retrieved his brother Izuna and handed him off to the Uchiha forces in the rear. Then, he turned back to Kazama, his voice dripping with venom. “Listen here, punk. I don’t care if you mess with me, Uchiha Madara, but you dared to lay a hand on my brother, Uchiha Izuna? I’ll never forgive you for that. You think you’re hot stuff with those Mangekyō Sharingan? Well, guess what—I’m the head of the Uchiha clan, and I’ve got the Mangekyō Sharingan too!” 

As soon as he finished, Madara’s San-Tomoe Sharingan spun rapidly, transforming into his own Mangekyō Sharingan. 

Chapter 319: Uchiha Madara Paralyzed with Fear  

Uchiha Madara charged at Kazama once again, launching a fierce attack. 

But unfortunately for Madara, though his strikes were sharp and precise, in Kazama’s eyes, every move, every flaw, was laid bare as if in broad daylight. 

So Kazama, with effortless counters and strikes, sent Madara reeling back in defeat after just a few exchanges. 

“What… how is this even possible?” Madara gasped. 

Even with his Mangekyō Sharingan activated, he was no match for Kazama. He couldn’t even track Kazama’s movements. Shock gripped his heart tighter. 

“Let me spell it out for you, Uchiha Madara,” Kazama said coolly. “What you have is just an ordinary Mangekyō Sharingan. These eyes of mine? They’re the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan—a whole level above yours. You’ll never beat me!” 

“Damn it!” Madara roared. 

Learning that Kazama’s eyes were even more powerful than his own Mangekyō Sharingan sent a surge of rage through him. But it also sparked a greedy desire. If Kazama’s strength came from those Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, then Madara wanted them for himself. 

If he could seize those eyes, his power would rival Kazama’s—maybe even surpass it. 

With that thought, Madara unleashed his Perfect Susanoo. 

Kazama couldn’t help but admire Madara’s peak strength, conjuring such a technique with just the Mangekyō Sharingan. 

At that moment, Senju Tobirama, who had never seen a Perfect Susanoo before, gaped at the mountain-like giant. He stumbled back several steps, cold sweat dripping down his face. 

Just then, Senju Hashirama, the First Hokage, rushed to Kazama’s side. Though he didn’t know Kazama, he’d seen him save his younger brother and hold his own against Madara and Uchiha Izuna in a fierce battle. Hashirama knew Kazama was an ally, not a foe. 

“Little brother, you need to get out of here!” Hashirama urged. “Madara’s Susanoo is a forbidden jutsu of the Uchiha clan. No ordinary person can stand against it!” 

“Heh, you’re not wrong, Hashirama,” Madara sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Your brain might not be the sharpest, but you’ve got a good grasp of my forbidden technique.” 

Standing atop his Perfect Susanoo, Madara loomed like a king over Kazama, Hashirama, and the others, mocking them. “Let me make this clear, you insignificant pests. My Perfect Susanoo is a supreme forbidden jutsu. They say no one who’s seen it lives to tell the tale. Today, I’ll use it to slaughter you, Kazama, and every last member of the Senju clan. Only then will the Uchiha clan rule the entire shinobi world!” 

“Hahaha!” Madara’s wild laughter echoed. 

But then, his eyes widened in disbelief. Before him stood a golden giant, towering several times taller than his own Susanoo. Its presence was overwhelming, radiating an aura far more imposing than his Perfect Susanoo.  

This golden figure had three heads and six arms, each hand gripping a weapon of devastating power. 

Madara staggered back, legs trembling, nearly collapsing in terror. 

Chapter 320: Stylishly Thrashing Uchiha Madara  

Faced with this sudden turn of events, Senju Hashirama and Senju Tobirama exchanged glances, completely dumbfounded.  

They never could’ve imagined that Kazama, a guy they thought was just an ordinary nobody, could pull off something even more insane than Uchiha Madara’s perfect Susanoo in the blink of an eye.  

“What the hell? You’re not even from the Uchiha clan, so how can you use our clan’s forbidden jutsu?” Madara spat, staring at Kazama’s golden Susanoo, his heart practically exploding with shock.  

“Let me correct you,” Kazama replied coolly. “This isn’t a perfect Susanoo. It’s a divine Susanoo!”  

“Don’t give me that fancy crap!” Madara growled.  

Even though he was shaken, Madara looked down on Kazama from the bottom of his heart. After all, Kazama wasn’t an Uchiha. Yet here he was, not only wielding the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan—an ability exclusive to the Uchiha clan—but also unleashing a Susanoo that matched, or maybe even surpassed, Madara’s own.  

How could Madara not be pissed?  

Without wasting a second, Madara commanded his Susanoo to charge at Kazama’s divine Susanoo, ready to tear it apart.  

Too bad for Madara—despite his strength, he didn’t stand a chance against Kazama.  

Madara’s Susanoo sword, which could shatter mountains and split the earth, struck Kazama’s divine Susanoo. But instead of doing any damage, it was Madara’s Susanoo that staggered back several steps, reeling from the impact. Madara was floored.  

He never would’ve dreamed that his pride and joy, his perfect Susanoo, would get outclassed in a single clash by Kazama’s divine Susanoo.  

Meanwhile, Hashirama had thought that no matter how strong Kazama was, he’d never be a match for Madara. Hell, even Hashirama himself wasn’t sure he could dominate Madara in a fight.  

But now, seeing Kazama’s divine Susanoo force Madara’s perfect Susanoo to stumble back just by tanking the hit, Hashirama couldn’t help but shout, “Who is this kid? His strength is unreal—absolutely insane! Looks like there’s a world of difference between him and Madara!”  

“What? Aniki, are you serious?” Tobirama, standing nearby, was stunned by his brother’s words.  

He’d already seen Madara’s power firsthand and couldn’t believe that anyone besides Hashirama could take him on.  

As the Senju brothers stood there, reeling from Kazama’s display of strength, Madara wasn’t about to give up. He threw everything he had into another attack, charging at Kazama’s divine Susanoo with all his might.  

But no matter how badass or powerful Madara was, how could he possibly match Kazama?  

Kazama didn’t even flinch. He unleashed the six divine weapons of his Susanoo, and in just a few exchanges, he smashed Madara’s perfect Susanoo to pieces, leaving it in shambles.