"Oh-ho, not bad."
Flying through the air with the power of the Rinnegan, Naruto watched Sasuke hold his Supermassive Rasengan in place, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes.
After all, Sasuke had yet to use the Six Paths Yin Power Grandpa Hagoromo had left him.
"He's pretty strong."
Inside the Sealing Space, Madara lay on the couch. Two days had passed since his food poisoning, and he had finally recovered somewhat.
He really should not have gone soft and tried a bite of Hashirama's tofu made from coffee beans.
Anyway, he had lost consciousness after that.
According to Kurama, when he returned, two unconscious old men had been lying on the floor.
The kind who feebly foamed at the mouth, the foam the color of poop.
They had looked as hideous as could be.
From then on, Madara swore never to believe any of Hashirama's boasts about his cooking again.
"Mm-hmm, Sasuke's power might even surpass yours now."
Hashirama nodded in agreement beside him, completely unaware of how hard his words had hit his best buddy.
"He... surpassed me?"
Madara's eyes widened as he stared at Hashirama and asked in disbelief.
"Well, pretty much. After all, the Sage of Six Paths gave him some Six Paths Power too. If you really fought, Madara, you wouldn't be a match for Sasuke."
Hashirama rubbed his chin and thought for a while before speaking.
"Hashirama, you haven't witnessed my power at my peak."
Madara rose, unleashing his full presence as he spoke earnestly to Hashirama.
Although his body from Impure World Reincarnation theoretically possessed the power of his "prime," many techniques had been unavailable because his Rinnegan had not been real.
Limbo: Border Jail, for example.
That was an ability exclusive to Madara's Rinnegan.
It was a very powerful ability.
"Really?"
Hashirama