Madara Uchiha's pupils trembled.
His reanimated body should not have felt anything.
Yet Madara Uchiha still felt pressure.
Pressure?
Wasn't that a joke to him, the Asura of the Ninja World?
Who had ever put pressure on him?
Not even Hashirama Senju had managed it while alive.
Madara Uchiha stared into Yemu's eyes.
Those eyes streamed with golden light, like a galaxy cascading down, like the birth of heaven and earth. Within them lay an incomprehensible power.
"This control over force fields..."
"This power is beyond the realm of ninjutsu. Are you even human anymore?"
Yemu did not respond.
He simply stood quietly at the center of the storm, his gaze calm, his presence like a deity's.
Then...
Yemu spoke softly. "Madara Uchiha, you're lucky. You get to witness... my brand-new form."
The instant his words fell, heaven and earth changed!
Golden radiance formed the foundation as a terrifying force field arose around Yemu, and chakra gathered and compressed within his body.
It transformed into pieces of silver-white armor that fitted themselves over Yemu's limbs, torso, and shoulders, overlapping in distinct, angular layers, sharp as divine weapons.
Every inch of the armor carried a force field capable of warping space. Merely standing there, Yemu caused cracks to spread across the ground.
The wind stopped. The rain dispersed.
His terrifying aura bore down on the entire battlefield.
And before everyone's eyes-
Space shuddered as Yemu slowly raised his hand.
Clang!
A sound like a dragon's roar and a sword's ring resounded through the heavens!
In empty space, a silver-white katana condensed out of nothing. Its long blade gleamed like water, its spine took the shape of a dragon's backbone, and sealing chains wound around its hilt. It looked like a weapon made to slay gods!
It slowly settled into Yemu's palm,