Madara: Where the Fuck Is My Statue?

Black curse markings spread wildly from Jingū Kiraku's palm like ink, twisting and winding like evil chains from the depths of hell, giving off an eerie aura.

In an instant, a thick, massive pillar of white smoke erupted in the center of the battlefield like an enraged dragon bursting from the ground. Billowing smoke rapidly spread, blotting out much of the sky.

Every Rain Ninja froze in place. Even Hanzō the Salamander, battle-hardened and famed far and wide, widened his eyes in terror and disbelief as he stared fixedly at the incomprehensible sight before him.

Within that staggering pillar of smoke, a shadow abruptly emerged.

The next second, the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path descended onto the battlefield. Its body was the color of dead wood, with ten pillar-like protrusions growing from its back. Towering and enormous, it resembled a majestic mountain rising from the earth.

"What the hell is that thing?"

The same question surfaced in everyone's mind across the battlefield.

At the same time, an indescribable sense of dread and a terror so intense it was nearly suffocating spread like a tide, engulfing everyone present.

That colossal creature needed only to stand there silently to radiate an invisible, bone-chilling pressure that made everyone tremble uncontrollably.

Hanzo included.

"Where the hell did Jingū Kiraku find something like this?"

Hanzō the Salamander stared intently at the giant before him, his gaze full of gravity and vigilance.

As a powerful ninja tempered by countless battles, he could clearly sense it—

What radiated from that monster was not merely the pressure brought by its enormous size, but a deep-seated fear that arose from the very depths of his soul.

However, as the Amegakure Leader, Hanzō the Salamander knew that he absolutely could not show any weakness now.

"Listen up, everyone! This monster is nothing more than a slightly larger target!"

"Attack! Attack, all of you!!"

Hanzo's voice rang across the battlefield, finally dispersing some of the fear clouding the Amegakure Ninja's hearts.

They looked up at the enormous statue towering into the clouds, out of reach, their hands trembling slightly as they slowly pulled kunai and shuriken from their Ninja Tool Pouches.

Someone shouted first, as though lighting a fuse.

In an instant, countless kunai bearing Exploding Tags shot toward the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path like a dense swarm of locusts.

Yet Jingū Kiraku, standing atop the statue's head, remained calm and unhurried.

From his lofty position, he looked down over the entire battlefield and the tiny, struggling figures below, as insignificant as ants.

An unprecedented and strange feeling welled up within him.

"Is this... power?"

The corners of Jingū Kiraku's mouth curled up slightly as he prepared to act cool.

But the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path's demand for Chakra immediately made him grunt, his face rapidly turning pale.

"Damn it, this Demonic Statue of the Outer Path burns through Chakra way too fast, doesn't it?"

Jingū Kiraku could not help grumbling.

If not for the boost brought by those thousand-plus Reputation Value, he would probably have been sucked dry by now.

No wonder Nagato looked so frail in the original story. Anyone would look frail after this.

Five minutes. He had to end this battle within five minutes!

With that thought, Jingū Kiraku swiftly controlled the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path into motion.

With a single wave of its hand, the arm of that legendary behemoth stretched across heaven and earth like a towering mountain.

The kunai and shuriken raining down struck the statue's body without even stirring the faintest ripple.

The successive explosions caused by the Exploding Tags were equally insignificant before such a terrifyingly massive body, like mosquito bites. They could not inflict any real damage on the statue at all.

"It's completely useless..."

At the sight, the hearts of the Hidden Rain Village forces plunged into an icy abyss, and the battlefield fell deathly silent.

Of course, what drove them even deeper into despair was that the giant statue before them raised its foot!

As an enormous black shadow covered more than half the battlefield, despair surged over them like a raging tide and utterly drowned them.

The Hidden Rain Village ninja's mental defenses finally broke. Even if Hanzō the Salamander shouted himself hoarse, it would have done no good.

"Run! Run!"

Under that terrifying shadow, they could no longer hold it together.

They all erupted with the fastest speed of their lives and fled in every direction.

The facts proved that they had made the right decision.

Because the instant the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path's foot struck the ground, the entire battlefield seemed to suffer an unprecedented super earthquake.

The earth shook violently, shattering layer by layer like fragile glass.

Countless cracks spread madly in every direction like vicious snakes.

The shockwave from the impact swept mercilessly outward like a raging tsunami, carrying countless shattered stones with it.

Some who failed to escape in time were directly crushed into pulp beneath the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path's giant foot. Only a few who had been farther away and reacted quickly survived the disaster.

Of course, they only survived temporarily.

Because Jingū Kiraku had no intention of leaving behind a single witness.

For the time being, he did not want anyone to know that he could summon the Ten-Tails Husk.

Thus, under Jingū Kiraku's control, the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path slowly opened its mouth.

"Stay right where you are. Not one of you is getting away."

With Jingū Kiraku's cold words, a massive amount of purple Chakra surged from the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path's mouth like a rushing flood.

It rapidly condensed into a giant, clawing dragon and shot toward the fleeing Hidden Rain Village forces at lightning speed!

The Chakra Dragon was so fast that before the Rain Ninja could react at all, it caught up to them like a ghost.

It then opened its huge jaws and, before countless terrified and despairing eyes, mercilessly devoured every last one of them!

The instant they were swallowed by the dragon, the Chakra within those Rain Ninja turned into humanoid forms and left their bodies like souls, before being completely absorbed by the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.

At the sight, Hanzō the Salamander no longer cared about his dignity as the Amegakure Leader.

He hurriedly activated his famed Water Body Flicker Technique and sprinted straight into the distance.

But how could Jingū Kiraku possibly let him off so easily?

He immediately controlled the Chakra Dragon to pursue him like a shadow.

"Damn it..."

Seeing that he could not easily shake off the threat, Hanzō the Salamander could not help cursing.

If he did not find a way to hold that monster back, he was afraid he would never escape.

Watching the giant dragon sway through the air, he finally made up his mind.

Very quickly, he performed the Summoning Technique just as Kiraku had.

With a burst of smoke, Ibuse, Hanzō the Salamander's longtime Summoning Beast, officially entered the battlefield.

The moment it appeared, it rapidly spewed out vast amounts of purple gas.

This was Hanzō the Salamander's greatest reliance on the battlefield—

Poison Gas Attack!

Of course, this time was different from all the others.

Hanzō the Salamander did not believe that he could kill the behemoth before him with this poison gas, but as long as it bought him a sliver of survival, that would be enough.

"I'm counting on you, Ibuse."

After patting the Summoning Beast beneath his feet, he once again tried to leave the battlefield under the cover of the poison gas.

Even as Ibuse's screams continuously rang out behind him, Hanzō the Salamander did not slow down in the slightest.

To him, his own life was what mattered most.

As for his Summoning Beast?

It was a bit of a pity, but he could always get another one later.

But Jingū Kiraku, I will definitely have my revenge someday!

Hanzō the Salamander roared inwardly, filled with resentment.

At the same time, an old man far beneath the Grass Country was filled with just as much resentment.

His head full of white hair, Uchiha Madara, the legendary Demon of the Shinobi World, stared blankly at the completely empty cave behind him.

Where the fuck is my statue?