Deathly Calm

"Even now, you can't even satisfy me."

Madara Uchiha stood bare-chested and completely unharmed amid the wind and sand, a black rod in his hand. Suddenly, he thrust it toward Hashirama Senju, who was kneeling before him.

The black rod pierced Hashirama Senju's chest with ease and was driven diagonally into the ground.

With the black rod Madara Uchiha had just added, six black rods were now impaling Hashirama Senju. His body was covered in dense cracks, looking as though it was about to collapse at any moment, yet somehow remained standing.

"Madara...!"

Hashirama Senju, his body shackled by the black rods, struggled to raise his head and stared at Madara Uchiha's expressionless face. Madara coldly extended an arm and pressed it against Hashirama's now-fragile body.

Suddenly, Hashirama Senju clearly felt the Senjutsu Chakra within his body being absorbed by Madara Uchiha, and his eyes trembled faintly.

"So this is Senjutsu Chakra?"

Through physical contact, Madara Uchiha drew the Senjutsu Chakra from Hashirama Senju's body. As he felt it course through his own body, a cold smile spread across his face.

"With power at only this level, it seems easy enough to control."

Madara Uchiha withdrew the hand pressed against Hashirama Senju and slowly closed his eyes, manipulating the Senjutsu Chakra he had absorbed into his body.

A moment later, the Sage Mode markings that had previously appeared on Hashirama Senju's face actually shifted onto Madara Uchiha's face.

"...!"

Seeing this, Hashirama Senju felt the power Madara Uchiha now possessed and sank into utter despair.

Who could stop Madara Uchiha?

"Hashirama, stay right here and watch the birth of the new world."

Madara Uchiha gave a cold laugh and turned toward the battlefield.

Not long ago, a wave of Chakra no weaker than his own had come from there. It