Absolute, overwhelming power could certainly bring the thrill of destroying everything, but the "clash of skill," the "refinement on the edge between life and death," and the "exhilaration of meeting one's match" that combat itself ought to possess had long since vanished amid that crushing dominance.
Too long... It had been far too long since he had met an opponent who could truly contend with him on the level of power, and who could force him to keep honing his practical combat skills!
The appearance of Six Paths Madara, with his fusion of the Ten-Tails' power, Rinnegan eye techniques, and battle instincts tempered through countless trials, perfectly filled that gap.
For Minamoto Takuya at that moment, Six Paths Madara, possessing such strength, such potential, and such fighting spirit, was likewise the finest whetstone he could ask for!
Minamoto Takuya's laughter gradually faded, and the playfulness in his eyes was replaced by pure anticipation for the battle itself.
He stopped holding back. A power even deeper and more majestic, as if originating from the very source of the world, began to surge around him.
Space itself warped faintly because of that power, and even Tobirama Senju, watching from afar, felt a shiver of fear in his heart.
"Madara Uchiha," Minamoto Takuya said, his voice calm yet carrying a force that pierced the soul.
"This fighting spirit of yours, this breadth of spirit, truly has not betrayed the patience I have shown in waiting until now. In that case..."
He lowered his stance slightly, assuming an opening posture that seemed ordinary, yet contained endless profundity.
The Six Tomoe Rinnegan in his left eye and the blue Tenseigan in his right eye lit up at the same time with a soul-stirring radiance.
"Come! Let me see just how sharp a blade this whetstone