"Madara, take a guess. Why do you think I have such great strength?"
Madara effortlessly caught Natsuki's slash, directing Truth-Seeking Orbs toward him as he replied casually, "heh heh, it's just Precognition Ability. No different from those toads at Mount Myōboku."
Natsuki's satellite-like Truth-Seeking Orbs quickly knocked Madara's aside.
He drew his blade back and held it across his waist, blocking Madara's Amenonuhoko.
He replied just as casually, "I really can foresee the future."
"But I don't just know the future. I know the past too."
Madara spun around, sweeping the Amenonuhoko before chopping down again.
He seemed uninterested. "So what? You just know some things about my past."
Natsuki raised his blade to block, then let out a sinister chuckle.
"Tell me, if Black Zetsu is your will, why don't you know what he's thinking?"
Hmm?
Madara made a puzzled sound.
"Tell me, if Black Zetsu is your will, why can't you control him?"
Madara frowned, and the Amenonuhoko moved even faster in his hands.
"You think the Sage of Six Paths' power is the end, but it's actually only the beginning."
"The one who attacked you before, and me—we both possess a power called Kekkei Mōra."
"Take a guess. Where do you think we came from?"
As Natsuki spoke, he launched a fierce assault on Madara. Their weapons clashed again and again, ringing out with sharp metallic clangs.
The five people present could be said to be the strongest force in the Ninja World.
Even so, they could only barely maintain a stalemate. They could not even directly kill Limbo: Border Jail, because it would revive. They could only hold it back.
Whether they were Reanimated bodies or the others who had not been suspended from the God Tree,
they all watched the battle in their own ways.