"Since that's the case, I can't fall behind either."
Kevin Graham smiled faintly. "I'll be the one to end all this sorrow. Ries, I'm coming to keep you company."
Kevin raised the Seven-Seven Infinite Shooter once more. "Stigma Cannon: Origin of Planet Annihilation."
Blood flowed through the small river. Corpse after corpse lay strewn across the area, while Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama still faced each other. Their strength was evenly matched; neither could defeat the other.
"Uchiha Madara, you really are remarkable. I never expected you to keep fighting me to a draw." Faced with the enemy before him, Senju Hashirama actually smiled.
Uchiha Madara smiled as well. Suddenly, he felt that this contest was like when they were children, standing by the river and competing to see who could skip a stone across the water more times. It seemed as though everything was nothing more than a game.
Back then, Uchiha Madara had lost. Senju Hashirama could make a stone skip more than ten times, while Uchiha Madara could only manage seven or eight. But after all those years of practice, Uchiha Madara now possessed the ability to make it skip more than ten times as well. Even Senju Hashirama would surely have admired such skill, wouldn't he?
But what they were competing over now was no longer such childish things.
What they were fighting over now was life and death. Life and death...
Uchiha Madara knocked Senju Hashirama away once again. Senju Hashirama sneered at him. "Uchiha Madara, it seems we won't be able to determine a winner anytime soon. How about we use our ultimate techniques and fight to the death?"
Uchiha Madara froze. "Ultimate techniques?"
He knew that Senju Hashirama possessed as many ultimate techniques as he did, covering every conceivable kind. Yet overall,