The Ninja World had no shortage of strange and bizarre ninjutsu. They had heard of things like cell transplants and stitching hearts together.
But having someone else's face grow over your heart was still far too horrifying.
"Oh, this? These are Hashirama's cells. It took quite a bit of effort to suppress their invasive power."
Uchiha Madara wore an amused expression, seemingly savoring their shock.
"Senju Hashirama's cells... don't tell me you've mastered Wood Release too?" At that moment, Ōnoki suddenly felt a suffocating despair.
The powers of Wood Release and the Sharingan, belonging to the two most renowned men of the Warring States Period, had now come together in a single person.
And that person was Uchiha Madara, a man who killed without blinking. What news could be more despair-inducing?
"Wood Release? Of course. But I have a better idea now."
He had just thought of another, far more promising quarry, so these people no longer interested him.
Hopefully, Uchiha Genya won't be as useless as these people.
They would live if they could withstand his next move. If they could not, they would die. It was that simple.
His Susanoo slowly dissipated. With a few great leaps, Uchiha Madara reached a high point on a nearby mountain.
"Uchiha Madara, what are you plotting now?" Ōnoki shouted as he watched Uchiha Madara dismiss his Susanoo and even move away from the battlefield.
He did not believe a lion of a man like Uchiha Madara would back down, especially when their all-out efforts had failed to give them even the slightest advantage.
Uchiha Madara folded his arms and looked down at the four below, speaking calmly.
"I've grown bored of this battle. If you survive my next move, perhaps I'll show you mercy and give you a chance to live."