Perfection

"Are you alright, Madara?"

Shin turned around and asked with concern. Uchiha Madara's condition looked far from good—half his body had transformed into wood, and the power of Wood Style was still erupting endlessly, showing no sign of stopping.

"I'm fine." Uchiha Madara gritted his teeth. The pattern of his Eternal Mangekyo vanished, and after dismissing the Complete Body Susanoo, he fell toward the ground.

Shin landed as well. Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi disappeared into his eyes, and his Rinnegan reverted to black pupils.

The moment he landed, Madara let out a muffled groan. Chakra throughout his body began gathering at his shoulders, and a cold, sinister chakra completely unlike the power of Wood Style erupted. The emerald trees began to shrink, and after a moment, they had entirely retreated into Madara's body.

By all rights, although Hashirama Cells contained immense energy, they did not pose a real threat to Madara. Even when Hashirama had been alive, Madara had not feared him, much less a rampage from these cells.

It was only because the cells had erupted at such an unfortunate moment that he had been placed in danger.

"By the way, where did you go? What happened to those three?" After suppressing the Hashirama Cells, Uchiha Madara spoke up.

Shin glanced at the devastated ground and replied, "There was something I wanted to verify, so I took a trip to the Land of Water. I didn't expect something like this to happen. Good thing you arrived in time. They're from the Otsutsuki clan—the clan that created the world. Later, they migrated to the moon with Hamura." As he spoke, Shin walked into the distance and reached into a pile of rubble, pulling out the unconscious Otsutsuki Guiyan. "The other two are dead. I kept one alive. By the way, why did you