The boundless starry sky stretched out around them, faint starlight spilling over the bodies of the two Perfect Susanoo.
The deafening clang of metal shook the void as the blade collided with the twin truncheons, sending great sprays of dazzling light flying.
Stardust scattered under the two tremendous forces, countless points of light vanishing in the shock waves born of the collision.
"Hahahahahahaha, Uchiha Gen!!!"
Inside his Susanoo, Madara Uchiha's black hair flew wildly, the Uchiha's signature arrogant grin on his face.
This battle had fully brought back the feeling he had experienced fighting Hashirama Senju all those years ago.
"An opponent like this is truly exciting! Uchiha Gen!! If you had lived in the same era as us... what a blessing that would have been. Come, Uchiha Gen, let me take the full measure of you!"
Madara Uchiha raised a hand to cover his eyes. Within their sockets, his Three-Tomoe Sharingan began spinning rapidly, ultimately skipping straight past the level of the Mangekyō Sharingan to manifest phantom Rinnegans.
"Sure enough, shouting each other's names in battle is another part of the experience you just have to savor."
Watching Madara Uchiha excitedly shout his name, Uchiha Gen's throat bobbed. For some inexplicable reason, he felt a little like shouting "Madara" too.
Watching Madara Uchiha charge toward him, Uchiha Gen held Ryūjin Jakka horizontally.
Firelight blotted out the starry sky.
On a ruined planet with only half of it remaining, Uchiha Gen and Madara Uchiha stood facing each other.
This battle... had no outcome.
After all, this was only a spar, not a fight that had to end in death. Once their strength reached the level of Madara Uchiha and Uchiha Gen, sparring without fighting to the death was little different from playing around.
However...
"If this had really been