Both my hands, coated in black mud, clamped down hard on Madara's shoulders.
Green life chakra slipped between my fingers and burrowed into his flesh in an instant.
"Drain him! Drain him dry, damn it! Don't leave a drop!"
I spat out the tough peanut skin stuck between my teeth, my gaze chillingly cold.
The smile on Madara's cracked, reanimated face froze instantly.
The pupils in his ringed eyes contracted sharply as he stared at me.
"You... you're forcibly extracting my soul?"
"No. I'm recycling trash, old man. Hold still."
My fingers dug in again, my nails sinking into his flesh.
The divine tree origin pulled like a bottomless black abyss, its suction reaching straight into his marrow.
The Impure World Reincarnation chakra inside Madara surged like a flood bursting through a dam.
It poured wildly up my arms and into my body, impossible to stop.
[Absorbing impure world origin! Divine tree chakra pool doubled. Level increasing!]
Deep inside my head, the system notifications began beeping in a frantic jumble.
Great waves of warm life force raced through my meridians, so hot that I sucked in sharp breaths.
I tugged at the collar of my tattered coat and grinned, baring a mouthful of blood-red teeth.
"Well, well. The chakra in these old bones of yours is pretty damn nourishing."
"More substantial than that cripple Nagato's. I'm very satisfied."
Madara's body began shaking violently, his Red Armor rattling.
"This... this is impossible... my reanimated body is collapsing!"
A few harsh, hoarse syllables squeezed out of his withered throat.
He could feel that the flaking scraps of paper and cracks weren't restoring themselves this time.
Instead, the green light spilling from my fingertips forcibly assimilated them into green leaves.
Tender shoots of grass rapidly sprouted along his chest and severed