I suddenly curled all ten fingers inward again.
The Wooden Buddha's hundreds of enormous wooden hands tightened their grip with all their might.
The hard blue armor creaked with a teeth-grating sound.
Shreds of paper and blue light sprayed wildly into the wind.
"Sen! Are you really going to tear that bastard's shell apart?"
Jiraiya shouted from the mud pit behind me.
The wind blew his messy white hair into a mangled bird's nest.
"Old man, this big guy won't behave. I'm loosening his bones for him."
With my hands in my pockets, I took a leisurely step forward.
The mud beneath my soles squelched, thick and sticky.
"Sen Senju! You dare underestimate the power of a god!"
Inside the crystal, Madara's face twitched as he frantically formed hand seals before his chest.
His Perfect Susanoo let out a thunderous roar.
Sparks flew from its blue steel joints as they overloaded.
"A god, my ass. In front of my giant Wooden Buddha, you're just a toy."
I sneered and lightly tapped my right foot against the Buddha's head.
"Big Tree, rip its wings off for me."
The wooden man-the Wooden Buddha-gave a deep, muffled growl.
Hundreds of giant wooden palms exerted their strength at once, wrenching violently outward.
Riiip!
A piercing crack like tearing cloth exploded in midair.
The huge blue wings on Susanoo's back were torn clean off.
Blue chakra fragments scattered everywhere like a torrential downpour.
"That... that kind of strength is just cheating..."
Watching from behind, Darui dropped his Great Sword into the sand with a clang.
His mouth hung wide open, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.
"I never imagined I'd live to see someone tear a Susanoo apart with bare hands."
Ōnoki patted his aching old back, clicking his tongue in amazement.
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