The Battle Heats Up, Part Two

Surrounded by layers of forest, Kaguya wasn't nervous in the slightest. The moment the branches touched her body, they snapped apart just like the wooden spikes before, turning into nutrients that Kaguya absorbed.

But Kaguya's brows drew tightly together, as if she was disappointed to see the forest withering away. It reminded her of the God Tree. As its guardian, how could she stand by and watch it wither?

"Flatten everything!" Kaguya swept out a hand, sending an invisible wave surging forward. The entire forest trembled. The towering trees that had been lying in wait instantly cowered, shrinking back one after another as if they had encountered a demon. They didn't dare approach.

Trees weren't supposed to have minds, yet Hashirama Senju could clearly sense a deep fear coming from his own ninjutsu.

Hashirama's Wood Style was different from that of people like Yamato, who had his cells transplanted into them. Even if others could use Wood Style, it was no more than a clumsy imitation. Their Wood Style had no life in it, like a soulless puppet.

Hashirama was different. His Wood Style seemed to have been infused with life, brimming with vitality and vigor. That was why his Wood Style had been passed down through the ages—and why he took such pride in it.

Yet at that moment, Hashirama was annoyed that his Wood Style had a soul. Without one, it could have fought without hesitation, like ordinary ninjutsu, instead of shrinking back in fear.

"Damn it!" Hashirama scoffed. He held nothing back as all his Wood Style clones surged forward, surrounding Kaguya and blocking her path.

Hashirama himself quickly formed Hand Seals, his hands moving like butterflies among flowers as he displayed the art of the technique to its fullest.

"Wood Style: Wood Golem Technique!"

Hashirama's Chakra