The Fierce Battle Against Madara, Part Three

"Naruto, don't let your guard down. We haven't won yet." Sasuke watched the spot where Madara Uchiha had fallen, his gaze cautious. "I can tell I haven't done him any real damage."

"What?" Naruto's eyes widened. "He's still alive after that?" He could hardly believe it. Sasuke had nearly cut the guy in half, and he was still fine? Was his skin really that thick?

Naruto figured the old guy called Madara Uchiha ought to change his name to Madara the Indestructible. There was a curse on the tip of his tongue, and he wasn't sure whether he should say it.

Compared to Naruto, Sasuke didn't waste time on such wild thoughts. As long as his opponent was still alive, he could keep a cool head.

Sasuke sheathed the Kusanagi Sword and stood atop a mound of dirt. A breeze swept past, lifting his robe and tossing his hair in the wind.

Seeing Sasuke looking so cool, Naruto couldn't help muttering, "Tch." The guy was great in every way, except for one thing: he loved showing off too much. He always acted like he wanted nothing to do with anyone, making all the schoolgirls swoon like crazy.

Rising from the dust, Madara shot the two of them a dark look and snorted. "I see I underestimated you."

At first, he'd looked down on them from a position of superiority. Now, however, Madara no longer dared to underestimate them. He feared no one in a one-on-one fight, but the two of them together were more than the sum of their parts.

As the saying went, two fists couldn't beat four hands. Even a seasoned fighter like Madara was caught off guard by the wild punches of two hotheaded youngsters.

"This isn't going to work," Madara thought, wiping the blood from the