Over a thousand massive wooden fists came crashing down, blotting out the sky.
My entire field of vision filled with dark masses of knotted wood as the wind shrieked.
The two glowing blue chakra swords below swung upward with brute force.
The instant the two sides collided, the piercing scrape nearly tore my eardrums apart.
I hurriedly covered my ears, the vibration making the roots of my teeth ache.
Sparks exploded between the wood and chakra swords, crackling and flying everywhere.
The blue sword energy couldn't withstand the head-on brute force and slipped out through the gaps between the wooden fists.
With a muffled whoosh, the sword energy flew past the giant Wooden Buddha's ankle.
It struck the bare rocky mountain in the distance head-on.
That barren mountain, hundreds of meters high, might as well have been a block of fragile tofu.
The blue light sliced it cleanly in half down the middle.
Half the mountaintop collapsed with a thunderous rumble, throwing yellow dust into the sky.
Shattered rocks rained like hail into the little stream below.
Madara stood inside the blue, five-pointed crystal, throwing his head back and laughing wildly.
His laughter pierced the howling wind, brimming with undisguised madness.
"Ha ha ha ha! Good! Excellent!"
"That strength, that vitality! You haven't disappointed me, boy!"
His blood-red Sharingan opened so wide that the corners of his eyes nearly split.
"That wooden blockhead Hashirama never forced me back even half a step!"
"Sen Senju! Come on! Show me just how far you can take this power!"
He swept his hands out, and all four of Susanoo's arms grew into place.
Four blue greatswords danced through the air, frantically hacking at the descending wooden fists.
Wood chips flew everywhere, choking me into a coughing fit.
I spat out a mouthful of