Uchiha Madara sensed that something was wrong. His life force rapidly faded, the crimson in his eyes dimming until they lost their light.
"Still trying to use Izanagi? I won't make the same mistake twice. Spirit Transformation: Konoha Style: Flying Thunder God Slash!"
Forming hand seals with one hand, his soul left his body. He flashed before Uchiha Madara, who was about to depart for the underworld, and the Kusanagi Sword formed through the Spirit Transformation Technique flashed with cold light.
The untouchable spirit body split in two, turning to fragments before that intricate Mangekyō Sharingan.
"This feeling... Tch, it's not over yet!"
The aged body collapsed into the dust, the faint smile and complacency at the corner of his lips seeming to disdain the "grains of sand" before him.
"Reflect, Kyoka Suigetsu."
A dark purple Sage facial pattern spread to the corners of his eyes. Scarlet blood gushed forth, turning Izanagi's dream into reality.
"Your era is over. Don't even think about escaping!"
At the intersection between the reality and illusion created by Izanagi, the soul that had been continuously healing scattered like dust. Uchiha Madara's pupils contracted, his eyes filled with shock.
"Brat, your ocular technique can actually reach the illusionary realm that only an Izanagi user can touch. It seems you've acquired a fine pair of eyes, but this ends here."
"The ocular power needed to open a path to the illusionary realm is no toy that comes without a price. Your eyes are about to lose their light as well. State your name, ninja."
Long-forgotten hot blood surged through Uchiha Madara's heart, and his smile became manic. If he could still feel his blood boiling, then this long-lost sense of danger alone would have made him want a warm-up match with this junior before him.
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