Realizing something was wrong, Uchiha Madara's life force rapidly faded. The crimson in his eyes dimmed, and the light left them.
"Trying to use Izanagi again? I won't make the same mistake twice. Spirit Transformation · Konoha Style · Flying Raijin Slash!"
Forming seals with one hand, his soul left his body. He flashed before Uchiha Madara, who was about to depart for the Pure Land, and the Kusanagi Sword condensed through the Spirit Transformation Technique flashed with cold light.
The untouchable spirit split in two, turning into fragments before those intricate Mangekyō Sharingan.
"This feeling... Tch, it's not over yet!"
The aged body collapsed into the dust, a trace of prideful satisfaction curling at the corner of his lips as though he looked down upon the "gravel" before him.
"Reflect, Kyoka Suigetsu."
A dark purple Sage facial pattern spread to the corners of his eyes. Crimson blood gushed forth, turning Izanagi's dream into reality.
"Your era is over. Don't even think of escaping!"
At the intersection between the reality created by Izanagi and the Illusionary World, the soul that had been steadily healing scattered like dust. Uchiha Madara's pupils contracted, his eyes filled with shock.
"Brat, your ocular technique can actually reach the Illusionary World that only users of Izanagi can touch. It seems you've gained a fine pair of eyes, but this ends here."
"The ocular power needed to break into the Illusionary World isn't some toy that comes without a price. Your eyes are about to lose their light as well. State your name, shinobi."
Long-forgotten hot blood surged through Uchiha Madara's heart, and his smile turned wild. If he could still feel his blood boiling, then this long-awaited sense of danger alone would have made him want a warm-up match with the junior before him.
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