"The power of Susanoo..."
"It actually resonated with Sage Art: Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands?"
Standing on either side of Senju Asura, Madara and Hashirama exchanged a glance, feeling their chakra coexist in remarkable harmony.
The Nine-Tails once said that Madara and I were also reincarnations of Asura's chakra and Indra's chakra... these two powers that the Sage of Six Paths believed should have been brought together...
Countless thoughts flashed through Hashirama's mind, but he knew this was no time to dwell on them.
After his brief shock, Isshiki had already charged at them again, his momentum undiminished.
"Susanoo is the third power. Like your Senjutsu, it has nothing to fear from his absorption. Let's kill him here once and for all. Hashirama, get ready... why are you crying?"
Madara sneered at Isshiki's tiny figure, calling out to Hashirama in an excited, exhilarated voice, only to freeze when he saw Hashirama's expression.
"I just never thought I'd hear you say that... I'm so moved..."
Hashirama's eyes were shining. Madara knew him all too well, and his mouth twitched. "Just don't hold me back."
"Heh, I won't. Have you forgotten? You've never beaten me..."
"Shut up!"
Their exchange ended there, but Senju Asura's fists, encased in Majestic Attire: Susanoo, had already begun taking countless forms.
Its arms extended, adopting all manner of opening stances in configurations no human could imagine. Fists opened into palms, fingers straightened into swords, palms turned into blades... countless intricate Taijutsu opening moves were unleashed once more.
With Senju Asura's body hundreds or thousands of times larger than an ordinary person's, the power of these techniques was on an entirely different level.
The fists and palms cloaked in Susanoo's power came crashing toward Isshiki with unmatched force, as though mountains were collapsing and the earth were