Unable to Struggle at All!

The pupils in the Hashirama contracted suddenly.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the young man stood quietly on the water, his black hair flying, his brows and eyes cold and stern, his armor ancient and majestic, his shoulders draped with dark purple feathers, and his chest imprinted with strange patterns of Tomoe wheels. Behind him, a faint phantom appeared, as if he were one with heaven and earth.

In his eyes, nine star wheels slowly rotated, and deep within his pupils, a wisp of silver-blue divine pattern slowly emerged like the origin of the universe, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at him.

"What are you barking like a dog?" the boy spoke again, his voice not loud, but carrying a chilling pressure that seemed to come from ancient times.

Hashirama was startled. The aura emanating from the young man before him was silent and unfathomable. What was even stranger was that, although he had never seen this person before, a sense of familiarity inexplicably arose in his heart.

Madara's body, which was originally too weak to support itself, was now being steadily held up by an invisible force.

Blood trickled down Ban's lips, but a maniacal smile crept across his face.

"Ha... Night, you really came." Madara coughed up blood, but his eyes held a morbid fanaticism. "It seems... you've won."

Hashirama a low voice, "Are you... the mysterious person Madara mentioned? Uchiha Yoru?"

Uchiha Yoru did not answer, but slowly lowered his head, looking at the blood-stained Madara in his hand.

The nine star wheels turned gently, and a vast amount of Chakra suddenly surged out from his body, stirring the water and shaking the sky.

He slowly bent down, supporting Madara's blood-stained body with one hand, while raising the other hand high, his five fingers spread, the Chakra patterns on his palm shimmering like stars, and a silver-blue light quietly emerging, reflecting on the surrounding water like a night sky.

In the void, countless silver-like energy lines stretched out from his palm, like threads of fate, slowly wrapping around Ban's shattered chest.

The next instant, Night's fingertips suddenly flicked, and silver light abruptly gathered into a swirling mark, which was quietly pressed against Spot's heart.

A sound like the rotation of celestial bodies exploded in the air, ripples spread, and a raging storm rose on the surface of the Valley of the End Lake.

Madara's chest wound rapidly writhed and closed, the broken bones were reshaped in the silver-blue light, flesh and blood regenerated like spring grass, and even the disordered Chakra in his body returned to balance under Night's control, becoming even purer than before.

His eyes gradually changed.

As Asura Chakra was injected, the once calm Eternal Eye began to spin violently, as if drawn by some powerful force.

The spinning speed increased, and purple light began to spread in the pupils, slowly forming mysterious circles.

Soon, the original Eternal Eye completely changed, transforming into the Rinnegan, which symbolizes destruction and rebirth.

A purple light shimmered in his eyes, as if it could see through everything, granting him unparalleled power and vision.

At this moment, Madara's eyes no longer held only pain and despair, but also a profound determination—he was no longer the person he once was.

Hashirama's pupils dilated violently; witnessing this process firsthand was like witnessing a miracle.

"This is no ordinary Medical Ninjutsu... Who exactly are you?" he whispered, his gaze fixed on the night.

Ye slowly got up, let go of his hand, and let Ren Ban slowly straighten his back.

He raised his hand and gently brushed the Tomoe pattern on his chest. The nine star wheels in his eyes contracted slightly, and the silver-blue light receded into his pupils, transforming into a cold glint.

"I am— Uchiha Yoru."

He gave a cold laugh, his voice like an ice blade slicing through the void, "Indeed, you are the one who came to bring glory to your time and space!"

A silvery-blue light slowly swirled deep within his pupils, like the cosmos moving in reverse, sending shivers down one's spine.

Madara, who had been on the verge of death, gasped for breath, regained his footing, and stared intently at Hashirama with eyes sharp as blades.

He grinned slightly and whispered:

"Hashirama... you think that by ending my life, you can end everything? You're wrong."

"Because... night is the true spark of the new era."

Senju Hashirama frowned, his eyes filled with complex emotions. He was covered in blood, Chakra nearly depleted, and even lifting his hand felt incredibly heavy. He tried to maintain his fighting spirit, but even his legs began to weaken.

Just then--

"--Flying Thunder God Slash!"

A figure flashed through the void, a short blade already close to Yoru's neck, the angle strange and the killing intent resolute—it was Senju Tobirama!

Even before the battle, he had laid down the Flying Thunder God Mark on the water's surface, waiting for this moment to deliver the final blow and seal the enemy's throat.

His short blade was already close to Ye's neck, at a tricky angle, his killing intent resolute, unleashing a single, lethal strike without reservation.

But--

"Too slow."

Uchiha Yoru uttered three words calmly, and his figure blurred slightly for a moment.

"What!?"

Tobirama's pupils contracted sharply.

"Reincarnation and Rebirth - The Amenotokotachi"

The next instant, the air shattered like a sliced mirror, and Tobirama's figure was abruptly frozen in mid-air, unable to move an inch.

A chain made of silver-blue energy floated around his neck, with the other end connected to Ye's wrist.

"The spatial magic... has been reversed?!" Tobirama exclaimed in disbelief.

"Your spatial fluctuations," Ye Ping said calmly, his palm twitching slightly as the silver chain tightened abruptly, "We saw through it from the very beginning!"

As Ye Qingnian spoke, Tobirama was completely imprisoned by a strange force, his body frozen in mid -Tobirama air, his eyes reflecting those eyes that looked down upon all living beings and bore nine star-shaped rings.

With a soft thud.

The Tobirama crashed heavily into the water, splashing waves several meters high, the rubble and water jets intertwining like a thunderous roar.

But the next second, a foot silently stepped down, landing directly on his chest.

It was Uchiha Yoru.

He looked down at them, like a king judging ants.

"What you excel at isn't speed... but scheming in the shadows," he said coldly, his foot sinking slightly.

"Ugh--!"

Tobirama couldn't help but growl, his chest bones cracking as he was unable to move.

Madara stood not far away, tilting his head to look at the disheveled Tobirama, a cold smile playing Tobirama his lips, his tone full of mockery and smugness:

"The Second Hokage, Tobirama, the 'Flying Thunder God Tobirama,' is this all he's got? He can't even dodge a single finger of Tobirama's."

He slowly approached, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his smile growing increasingly sinister. "Oh right, you certainly have a knack for it, skilled at killing my clansmen, killing my brother, killing the future of the Uchiha Clan— "

"And now? I'm being trampled underfoot like a dead dog, unable to even struggle."

Tobirama Madara, gritting his teeth. "Madara, you've stooped so low as to associate with this kind of person—"

"Shut up." Ban's face turned cold, his voice like a knife cutting into bone marrow. "You are not worthy to question me."

Your words and actions disgust me!

"In the face of true power, your ninja way and your ideals are nothing but a joke."

At this moment, Uchiha Yoru gently turned his palm, and the light beneath his feet once again gathered into a lock seal. The silver-blue Chakra transformed into patterns, sealing Tobirama in place like a magic array, as if freezing time and space.

"You will find yourself at the bottom of this water, quietly reflecting on your foolish notion of 'innate righteousness'."

Night raised her head, looked at Hashirama, and said in a cold voice:

"A corrupt era must ultimately be brought to its knees by a new will."

The water was completely still.

Senju Hashirama was tense all over, but powerless to fight any longer. He could only watch Tobirama was suppressed and Madara stood up again. This unknown boy was gradually turning the tide of the battle.

At this moment—the sky of this Ninja World in this time and space seems to be slowly tilting over.