Hajime Kashimo became a blinding bolt of lightning, tearing through the air as he hurtled toward Madara!
Wherever he passed, the ground blackened, and the air ionized with piercing cracks.
His speed had reached its absolute limit.
He simply poured the full power of his lightning into his legs, melding his combat experience from four hundred years ago with instinct to charge at the purest possible speed.
(This would work!)
(At this speed, even with those reflexes from earlier, he definitely couldn't dodge!)
Hajime Kashimo's deep purple eyes locked onto Madara's figure, the muscles in his right arm bulging.
The purple-white lightning coiling around it compressed to its limit, forming a spearhead of flickering lightning that thrust straight at Madara's chest!
And yet-
Faced with a terrifying thrust capable of instantly vaporizing even steel, Madara merely stood calmly in place.
He simply raised his head slowly, a blood-red light flaring in his eyes.
Three black tomoe appeared within his blood-red irises, then began to rotate slowly.
Sharingan.
His dynamic vision sharpened. Within the Sharingan's field of view, Hajime Kashimo's lightning-fast movements were instantly broken down.
Every piece of information lay before his eyes.
Then Madara moved to intercept, the cursed energy inside him surging wildly into every part of his body like floodwater through an opened dam.
Building on a body already tempered through countless trials, Madara once again reinforced it to the utmost with cursed energy.
His strength in the realm of pure "hand-to-hand combat" had now reached a terrifying level that would make any Taijutsu master tremble.
Then-
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Impacts as dense as torrential rain hammering a tin roof erupted wildly across the battlefield!
The two figures became a blur of light and shadow, furiously colliding at the bottom of the blackened