Battle Against Madara Uchiha

Madara Uchiha kept his eyes tightly shut, his chest heaving violently.

He drew in a deep breath of air thick with the smell of gunpowder, then slowly exhaled.

Warm blood raced through real veins, every heartbeat steady and powerful—a sensation a dead body created by Impure World Reincarnation could never experience.

Madara slightly raised his head, bare-chested as the fierce wind mixed with volcanic ash battered his skin.

He spread his hands, feeling the pull of bone and muscle as his knuckles bent, while an exaggerated curve slowly formed at the corner of his lips.

Then his laughter echoed above the cliffs, wild and arrogant, filled with extreme satisfaction at this living body.

Suddenly, the smile on his face faded slightly, and his empty eye sockets turned toward the crater below.

He sensed Black Zetsu's chakra, as well as an immensely powerful and familiar presence.

Madara made no unnecessary movements. His legs abruptly tensed.

The rock beneath his feet let out a strained crack as large chunks of stone shattered apart.

His figure instantly vanished from the cliff dozens of kilometers away, becoming a rapidly descending afterimage.

In the blink of an eye, a piercing sonic boom exploded directly above the deep crater where Chenshu Senju stood.

A heavy figure descended from the sky amid a violent physical shockwave and crashed rigidly into the center of the crater.

The ground shattered instantly, and dust surged wildly in every direction.

Kakashi was forced back again and again by the storm descending from above, raising an arm before his face.

Madara stood firmly atop the pile of rubble, his wild black hair whipping flamboyantly behind him.

At his feet lay Obito, half his body already controlled by Black Zetsu and completely devoid of any further use.

Without even lowering his head, Madara