Rampaging Hashirama

"Senju Tobirama!"

With a roar, Senju Hashirama's eyes were instantly bloodshot.

A chakra pressure so immense it defied description erupted from him; in this moment, he was like an ancient, ferocious beast.

Senju Hashirama rarely lost his temper. In the eyes of others, he always appeared kind, approachable, and wearing a smile.

Even Shin, who was very familiar with him, had almost never seen him in such a rage.

But if you mistook him for a saint incapable of anger because of that, you would be wrong. He was human after all, and as long as one is human, there are things one cherishes. Once those cherished things are shattered, no one can predict what he might become.

The pitch-black chains sealing him shattered simultaneously, dissolving into pure chakra energy.

In the sky, dark clouds began to gather, and the markings of Sage Mode appeared on his face. A deathly silence fell over the entire space; there was no other sound to be heard.

"Sage Art, Gate of the Great God!"

He clapped his hands together, and red gates descended from the sky with a thunderous rumble, their speed exceeding the limits of human reaction.

With a resounding crash, five gates stacked upon one another, pinning Shin directly beneath them.

For the first time, Shin felt the power of this Sage Art capable of suppressing a Tailed Beast. It was truly as vast as a mountain, and the overwhelming Sage Art chakra pressed down with such unreasonable force that it felt as if it could crush everything into dust.

Senju Tobirama must be dead. There is no need to clash head-on with a crazed Senju Hashirama. I should take this chance to leave. With this thought, Shin activated his Mangekyo ability. The space rippled, preparing to absorb him.

The Gate