Primordial Black 21: Madara vs.
Primordial Black “Whitebeard?” Diablo and Madara Uchiha both turned their gazes toward Ren Mori.
Seeing the puzzled expressions on their faces, Ren Mori paused slightly before asking curiously, “Don’t tell me…
that mysterious voice never explained things to you in detail?” Unsurprisingly, both Madara and Diablo shook their heads.
However, their response allowed Ren Mori to confirm something.
Although the System had awakened by binding itself to the Whitebeard Pirates’ 17th Division, the people Ren Mori summoned would only recognize him.
They would not obey anyone else’s orders.
Even Edward Newgate, captain of the Whitebeard Pirates, had no authority to order around the people Ren Mori summoned.
In other words, the summoned characters did not recognize the normal chain of authority within the Whitebeard Pirates.
To them, there would always be only one person they followed— Ren Mori.
“Want me to explain it to you?” Ren Mori asked.
Madara and Diablo shook their heads again.
For once, the two spoke almost in unison.
“No need.
We’re not interested.” Ren Mori merely smiled faintly and said nothing more.
He lowered his head and continued eating the unfinished leg of lamb.
“What are you planning to do for the rest of the day?” Madara asked.
“After I finish enjoying this meal, I’m going to take an afternoon nap.” Ren Mori spoke casually.
“You two can do whatever you want.” “We’ll be staying on this island for two days.
Just make sure you’re back on time when we regroup two days from now.” The moment Ren Mori finished speaking, Madara turned toward Diablo with a grin.
“Let’s settle this, bastard.” Back aboard the ship, neither of them had truly been able to fight without restraint.
Part of the reason was Ren Mori.
The other reason was that the ship simply could not withstand a serious battle between them.
Fighting on solid ground, however…
was an entirely different matter.
“You can spar, but remember to keep it under control,” Ren Mori reminded them.
He had no objection to the two of them fighting.
There was nothing else to do anyway.
As long as they knew when to stop, a friendly spar could actually be beneficial.
Since Ren Mori had given permission, Diablo naturally had no reason to refuse.
…
A long while later— Ren Mori casually found an inn and went to take his afternoon nap.
Madara and Diablo, meanwhile, arrived at a vast stretch of open land.
Their spar officially began.
“I hope you don’t disappoint me.” Madara swung the sickle in his hand and pointed it toward Diablo in the distance.
Diablo merely grinned.
He made no unnecessary movements.
“I should be saying that.” “I only hope your strength can live up to that arrogance of yours.” The moment those words fell— Diablo attacked first.
His figure vanished from where he stood.
The next instant— he appeared directly above Madara.
The entire sequence was smooth and seamless as Diablo drove a fist straight toward Madara’s head.
Madara reacted just as quickly.
He tilted his body slightly and adjusted his position, allowing Diablo’s fist to strike the war fan strapped across his back.
“Uchiha Reflection!” The instant Madara spoke— an invisible force erupted outward.
Diablo was blasted away.
However, with his immense combat experience, Diablo reacted immediately even while being thrown backward.
A mass of flames erupted from him and shot straight toward Madara.
Naturally, Madara showed no hesitation either.
He inhaled deeply.
“Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation!” A massive sea of flames surged from Madara’s mouth.
Although both sides had unleashed fire-based attacks, the scale of Madara’s flames was enormous.
They instantly swallowed Diablo’s incoming flames.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion rang out.
The surrounding temperature rapidly climbed.
Scorching waves of heat swept across everything nearby.
…
Meanwhile— At the port not too far from the battlefield, Momousagi and her Marines were preparing to leave the island.
The moment the violent disturbance reached them, everyone instinctively turned toward the source.
“What happened?” Momousagi stared at the towering flames in the distance, her brows knitting tightly.
“Could it be…
another group of pirates landed on the island and started burning and looting?” One Marine soldier offered his guess.
“T-That’s possible.” Another Marine hesitated before adding, “But I also think it might be…
those guys from the Whitebeard Pirates causing trouble.” “Vice Admiral Momousagi, what should we do?” “Should we go over there and see what’s happening, or pretend we didn’t notice and leave with the pirates we just captured?” The moment Momousagi heard that, her gaze turned cold.
She stared at the Marine and spoke sternly.
“What are you saying?” “We…
are Marines.” “Whether it’s the Whitebeard Pirates or anyone else, it makes no difference.” “And you, as a Marine, are actually suggesting that we avoid it?!” “I’m sorry, Vice Admiral Momousagi!” Momousagi did not bother saying anything more to him.
She left a portion of the Marines behind to guard the captured Rance Pirates.
Everyone else followed her toward the source of the explosions.
…
Meanwhile, Madara and Diablo were becoming increasingly excited as their battle continued.
Each had already acknowledged the other’s strength.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a fight that made me sweat like this!” Madara grinned.
“Since coming to this place, you’re the first person who’s managed to give me this feeling.” “So naturally…” “I should return the favor by showing you something worthwhile.” As Madara spoke, the tomoe in his eyes began spinning rapidly.
His Sharingan transformed directly into the— Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan.
The next instant, brilliant blue light erupted around him.
An enormous blue giant rose from the ground.