Madara Uchiha, a Real Man

Madara felt some kind of power twist the causality of his fist.

The act of throwing the punch became something that had never happened. His body lost its balance, and he nearly stumbled through the void.

"What the hell was that?" Madara steadied himself and frowned.

He looked at his hand, then at Otsutsuki Yi, wearing the expression of someone who found a fly at the bottom of a ramen bowl.

"Causality Rewrite." Orochimaru's voice came from a snake's mouth. "The result of you hitting him was reversed into not hitting him. But all you need to do is sever causality before you land the hit."

"How do I sever it?"

"With your will." Light gleamed in Orochimaru's snake eyes. "Your will, Madara, is stronger than anyone's. You only need to tell yourself that this punch must land."

Madara raised an eyebrow, then smiled. The smile was arrogant, utterly Madara.

"Interesting."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The Hashirama face on his chest suddenly opened its eyes. Infinite Wood Release erupted from within his body and coiled around his right fist.

The vitality of Wood Release fused with his will, forming a layer of green light over his fist.

"Causality Rewrite, huh?" Madara opened his eyes, his Rinnegan spinning. "Let me ask you a question."

Otsutsuki Yi did not answer. He activated Causality Rewrite again, preparing for Madara's next strike.

"You can rewrite causality, but have you ever rewritten your own death?"

Madara's right fist shot forward.

This punch carried all his will, Hashirama's Wood Release vitality, and the Root Algorithm of the Rinnegan.

The force of the punch tore through the void and shattered the boundaries of Causality Rewrite.

Otsutsuki Yi's Causality Rewrite had no time to activate, because Madara's fist was wrapped in something he