The trouble with a Ten-Tails Jinchuriki lay in this: if they could not be utterly killed with overwhelming force in a short time, their immortal body's regenerative ability would swiftly heal their injuries. Even fatal wounds that had brought them to the brink of death would not take long to recover from.
Might Guy had ultimately failed, but there was nothing shameful about it. To force Madara Uchiha into such a state with nothing but unrefined strength was already no easy feat. All the other shinobi put together could not have accomplished the same.
Madara Uchiha stretched out one hand and straightened the neck that had nearly been twisted off by that tremendous force. After most of the bones in his body had reset themselves, he moved his joints a little before finally rising to his feet.
"If you knew sealing techniques, you might truly have won. But..."
He looked at the nearly dead Might Guy and shook his head regretfully.
"Focusing on sealing techniques would have divided your attention, regardless of whether you had the talent to master them. Perhaps you would not have trained the Eight Inner Gates to this extent. That is the limit of mortals. You have done very well, but unfortunately, you faced me—the god who will rule the new world!"
The Eight Inner Gates might have been the only method by which a completely ordinary human body could surpass human limits without relying on the power of jutsu.
"Your final resistance is over. Let me bury this world!"
Retracting all the power of Yin-Yang Release, Madara Uchiha gripped the Six Paths Staff and began to rise slowly, ignoring gravity. Against the full moon overhead, an inexplicable sense of terror began to spread through everyone's senses.
Shinobi with keen eyesight could see the moon gradually