“ROAR!”
In only two or three seconds, Sora’s transformation was complete.
A massive white dog yōkai, dozens of meters long, now stood where the old man had been.
Snow-white fur covered its enormous body.
Its blood-red eyes radiated a savage, oppressive aura.
For a moment, the pressure it released even seemed to surpass that of the Nine-Tails.
The Nine-Tails had just charged within reach—
when Sora casually swung one enormous paw.
BOOM!
The Nine-Tails was sent flying backward.
Although there was still a considerable difference in their size, Sora’s physical strength had clearly surpassed the Nine-Tails’.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
The battle erupted again.
The Nine-Tails attacked relentlessly.
Massive claws came crashing down one after another.
Its tails, each as thick as a pillar, swept across the battlefield like gigantic whips.
Tailed Beast Balls shot through the air like missiles, exploding around Sora without pause.
Yet none of it mattered.
Against Sora’s Great Dog Transformation, every attack was answered head-on.
A claw came down?
Sora struck it back with his own paw.
Both monsters were blasted apart.
A tail swept toward him?
Sora’s own enormous tail whipped through the air to meet it.
BOOM!
The two tails collided like gigantic flexible pillars.
A Tailed Beast Ball came flying?
BOOOOOOM!
The surrounding landscape was blown apart again and again.
But every time the smoke cleared—
Sora remained completely unharmed.
Brutal.
Overbearing.
Savage.
Even Madara could no longer dismiss Sora as some bizarre old man who had gotten lucky.
A battle between top-tier opponents could sometimes be decided in only a few seconds.
Yet the Nine-Tails had already attacked Sora continuously for nearly five minutes.
The surrounding area for miles had been reduced to ruins.
And Sora?
Still completely fine.
“Huff…
Huff…”
Even while controlled by Madara’s Sharingan, the Nine-Tails’ breathing had grown heavier after several minutes of such intense combat.
It stopped dozens of meters away.
Standing atop the Nine-Tails’ head, Madara stared at the enormous white dog and frowned.
A summon capable of fighting the Nine-Tails…
I’ve never heard of anything like this.
Hatake Sora hid himself far more deeply than anyone realized.
That was the conclusion Madara had reached.
As far as he could tell, the enormous dog had to be Sora’s summoned beast.
And if Sora possessed a summon whose raw strength exceeded that of the Nine-Tails…
Then Sora himself couldn’t possibly be weak.
But Madara trusted his Sharingan.
There was something strange about the fight.
Sora’s attacks were overwhelmingly powerful, yet his fighting style was incredibly crude.
Almost entirely brute force.
There was barely any technique involved.
That didn’t resemble the fighting style of an experienced powerhouse.
Something didn’t add up.
Madara’s eyes sharpened.
“Genjutsu: Moon Eye!”
His Sharingan spun.
An immensely powerful ocular genjutsu struck Sora directly.
At that instant—
Sora activated his second opportunity of the day.
50/50 ability, activate!
Target locked:
Madara Uchiha.
The system responded immediately.
[Random selection…]
[One Piece World — Edward Newgate, Whitebeard.]
[Calculating combat power…]
[Adjusting power…]
[Combat power equalized to Madara Uchiha.]
Sora’s eyes sharpened.
“Observation Haki!”
An invisible surge of spiritual force erupted from him.
For a fraction of a second, his mind went completely blank.
Then—
clarity returned.
Madara’s genjutsu had barely affected him.
At his peak, Whitebeard hadn’t possessed only overwhelming Conqueror’s Haki.
His Armament Haki and Observation Haki had also stood among the strongest in his world.
With Sora’s temporary power now equalized to Madara’s level, combined with powerful Observation Haki and extraordinary spiritual strength…
Madara’s genjutsu was nowhere near enough to incapacitate him.
Now we’re talking!
Sora’s confidence rose again.
His enormous canine body began returning to human form.
Soon, the mysterious-looking Sora stood before Madara once more.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
“Little Madara.”
“Still want to keep playing?”
His tone was completely composed.
“You and Hashirama have certainly surpassed your fathers’ generation.”
“You’ve even reached the summit of this world.”
Sora smiled mysteriously.
“But your strength still isn’t enough.”
“This world is far more mysterious than you imagine.”
Madara’s expression remained cold.
He didn’t respond.
He simply formed hand seals.
“Fire Release: Great Dragon Flame Singing Technique!”
Four enormous dragons of fire materialized around Sora.
They came from four different directions, roaring as they converged upon him.
BOOM!
Flames swallowed Sora completely.
Then—
CRACK!
A strange sound echoed from within the sea of fire.
Sora reached toward the empty air.
The space surrounding him seemed to fracture.
Cracks spread through the air itself.
Tremor-Tremor Fruit!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
The four enormous fire dragons shattered apart.
The flames dispersed.
Sora stepped out unharmed.
“All right.”
He dusted himself off casually.
“I’m done playing with you.”
“You two can continue your little fight.”
“I’ve got somewhere else to be.”
Before Madara could respond—
Sora disappeared.
Because he had sensed something.
There was a third powerful presence nearby.
Hidden in the darkness.
Black Zetsu.
That has to be Black Zetsu hiding nearby.
Sora knew the Naruto story.
He also knew exactly how dangerous that creature would become in the future.
While I still have combat power comparable to Madara’s…
I might as well kill that bastard now.
Sora suddenly reappeared more than thirty meters away.
He seemed to land casually.
But the instant his foot touched the ground—
BOOM!
The earth violently trembled.
The Tremor-Tremor Fruit’s power erupted.
Everything within more than ten meters was pulverized.
Dirt and shattered stone exploded upward.
But Black Zetsu was already gone.
“There?”
Sora immediately sensed another presence and turned.
Then he charged away again.
He had never actually intended to fight Madara seriously.
He had only wanted to experience what the 50/50 System was capable of.
“Stop!”
Madara’s expression darkened.
He immediately prepared to chase after Sora.
They had been fighting, and now Sora was simply walking away?
For someone as proud as Madara Uchiha, being ignored in the middle of a battle was almost more insulting than losing.
“Madara!”
Suddenly—
RUMBLE!
Countless wooden branches erupted from the ground and wrapped around the Nine-Tails.
Hashirama appeared directly in Madara’s path.
His earlier injuries had never been particularly severe.
And with the immense vitality granted by Wood Release, he had already recovered considerably.
Hashirama stared at his old friend.
“Madara!”
“Come back to the village with me!”
“You’ve seen Elder Hatake’s strength for yourself.”
“If the three of us stand together, there won’t be any force in the world capable of threatening Konoha!”
Madara looked down at him coldly.
“No.”
“The rotten Konoha of today should have been destroyed long ago.”
Hashirama’s expression slowly changed.
“So there’s really nothing left to discuss?”
Madara gave no answer.
Hashirama’s eyes hardened.
“Then…”
“Let’s fight.”
WHOOSH!
WHOOSH!
Two figures moved simultaneously.
And once again—
the battle between Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha erupted.
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