Madara, I Guess That Makes Me Your Grandfather

"Overwhelming force beats a hundred clever moves.

A deft touch can turn aside a thousand pounds.

One strike can cut through ten thousand techniques."

The straw-hatted monk drew his blade. In a single instant, more than four thousand massive Wood Release hands were severed.

The two sides appeared evenly matched, but the battle quickly became one-sided.

No matter how strong Uchiha Madara and Hashirama Senju were, without the Ten-Tails, they could only reach the Six Paths level.

Against a monster like Ye Zhuo, who had long since surpassed Kaguya Otsutsuki, fighting at that level was little more than a scratch. It meant nothing to him.

One slash followed another.

Each strike severed another massive Wood Release hand.

"Damn it!"

Uchiha Madara rapidly formed hand signs. Huge fireballs appeared in the sky—the terrifying flames produced as meteors tore through the air.

The next moment.

Three enormous meteors, each comparable in size to the straw-hatted monk, plummeted from the sky.

"Shatter!"

The straw-hatted monk sheathed his three blades. The meteors shattered in response, leaving not a single piece intact.

"Madara, this guy's chakra is inexhaustible! We'll get nowhere if we keep fighting!"

Hashirama Senju had seen the problem. He had also noticed that both sides possessed Truth-Seeking Orbs, leaving neither with a real advantage.

Back then, Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki and Hamura Ōtsutsuki had joined forces. Both wielded the power of the Sage of Six Paths, along with Sage Jutsu and the Ten-Tails.

Now, even with Uchiha Madara and Hashirama Senju fighting together, they still fell somewhat short.

Their own formidable strength, combined with the Sage of Six Paths' gift, had put them beyond Indra and Asura.

But their power still lacked one crucial piece: the Ten-Tails!

Even during the Fourth Great Ninja War, Naruto had, in a sense, obtained chakra from all nine