Konoha: The thirty-year-old Uchiha lacks motivation.

"Nine-Tails!"

"exist!"

"You form the crotch."

"Receive?"

Clothing a colossal wooden golem with Susanoo armor would undoubtedly be a massive undertaking. Even with Madara Uchiha's Eternal Eye, which has no side effects, a huge amount of chakra would still be needed to support it.

Madara Uchiha isn't some freak like Hasi Hot Mom; his own chakra wasn't enough to support him in independently performing the Susanoo Great Buddha technique. He could only place his hopes on Kurama, the Nine-Tails, who usually just lazes around like a battery.

"Stop talking nonsense and hand over your power."

Madara Uchiha glared coldly at the completely bewildered Nine-Tails in the consciousness space, then frowned and urged,

"Okay~"

Knowing he was at the mercy of others, Kurama hastily poured his violent and pure tailed beast chakra into Madara Uchiha's body. The blue phantom behind the wooden golem solidified at a visible speed.

Under his deliberate manipulation, the blue Susanoo continuously covered the wooden figure, and in the blink of an eye, a colossal wooden figure clad in magnificent blue armor stood between heaven and earth.

"Susanoo - Armored Wooden Golem!"

"Playing tricks."

Looking at the wooden figure suddenly clad in blue armor, a strange emotion welled up within the long-dormant heart of Clone Number Nine.

Unfortunately, he wasn't a real person yet and didn't know that this feeling was called fear.

At this moment, he had already unleashed the True Thousand Hands technique. He refused to believe that Madara Uchiha could withstand his devastating attack simply by putting a blue plastic bag over the wooden doll.

"Are you ready to die?"

Seeing hundreds upon hundreds of fists hurtling towards him, Madara Uchiha calmly reached for the massive blue blade at his waist. A flash of red light appeared in his eyes, and the hundreds-of-meters-long blade was drawn, its sword aura like a rainbow.

"Susanoo Tsukumo: Draw Sword Slash".

The arc-shaped blue blade aura struck directly at the True Thousand Hands. The seemingly indestructible fist shattered completely under the blade aura of the drawn sword slash, vanishing into the blue light.

"How is that possible?"

Watching the blue blade aura sweep through everything in its path, utterly destroying his True Thousand Hands technique, Number Nine's fake smile revealed a look of astonishment for the first time.

"Bang!"

Just as Number Nine was in shock, the imposing wooden figure had already closed in with its sword drawn, the hundred-meter-long blade crashing down. The clumsy Immortal Buddha had no choice but to sacrifice its remaining arms to buy itself a chance to dodge.

"Boom!"

The sharp Susanoo blade easily severed the Buddha's arm, but it was still a step too slow. Number Nine controlled the Buddha beneath his feet to retreat a hundred meters, barely dodging the blue blade that came down on its head.

"We can win!"

Tobirama Senju, who had originally planned to flee with his disciples, witnessed Madara Uchiha's incredible performance and instantly felt confident in his abilities. He temporarily shelved his escape plan and instead watched intently.

"You guys should watch and learn carefully; these are the basics for Konoha's leaders."

Pointing at the imposing wooden figure that had forced the Great Buddha of Immortal Arts to flee in all directions, Tobirama Senju shamelessly addressed the F6 members who were filled with admiration.

"But this is too difficult."

Those who dreamed of leadership looked on with undisguised bitterness. This level of power was something they could never hope to achieve in their lifetime.

"Study hard, kid, you'll get stronger."

Tobirama Senju, speaking with the wisdom of someone who had been through it all, comforted his dejected disciples, attempting to rekindle their shattered fighting spirit.

"Teacher, can you teach me to become as strong as them?"

Unable to tear himself away from the colossal battle, Danzo instinctively asked the question the others wanted to ask but dared not.

"."

Surprisingly, someone actually asked that question. Tobirama Senju fell silent instantly. He had just said something casually, how could Danzo have taken it seriously?

"I'm sorry, I can't help you with that, since you don't have the Sharingan or Wood Release."

In the end, Tobirama Senju hardened his heart and used the cruel truth to awaken his disciple from his delusion. Danzo, upon hearing this, was somewhat disappointed, but more than anything, he was deep in thought.

Is having the Sharingan and Wood Release enough?

"However, the unique technique you are currently practicing is also quite good, and you will definitely have a bright future."

His gaze fell on Danzo's impressively rounded buttocks, and Tobirama Senju added in an extremely serious tone, "He also saw the potential of the 'Buttock Release' technique."

If practiced properly, it can become a legendary secret technique that can make one famous throughout the ninja world.

"The Hokage is going to win!"

Suddenly, Jingzi, who had been keeping a close eye on Madara Uchiha's movements, shouted in a surprised tone. The others, as if waking from a dream, immediately turned their attention back to the battlefield.

In a valley several miles away, the once majestic and dignified Buddha statue had been forced into a ravine by Madara Uchiha's imposing wooden puppet, with its back against the mountain and nowhere to retreat.

Weren't you being very arrogant just now?

Madara Uchiha, seeing the disheveled clone number nine, showed no mercy, pointing the giant blade in his armored wooden doll at the enemy, instantly filling the entire battlefield with a chilling aura.

"hateful."

Driven to the brink, the clone lowered its head, looking at its hands that were trembling slightly for some reason. It gradually began to understand the emotions that had arisen within it.

Is this fear?

I was actually scared.

Although he knew he was in deep trouble, a faint look of joy gradually appeared on the face of clone number nine.

The ability to generate fear indicates that he is one step closer to adulthood.

"Are you crazy?"

Madara Uchiha, inside the Susanoo cockpit, witnessed the entire process of the clone's transformation thanks to his superior eyesight, and was greatly puzzled.

"Thank you."

After experiencing the emotion called fear, Number Nine actually thanked Madara Uchiha, his face once again displaying the unsettling fake smile he had given her before.

"ha?"

Did I knock his brains out?

"As a token of my gratitude, I will make your death less painful."

"He really did get knocked stupid."

Hearing the clone's boastful words, Madara Uchiha blinked in bewilderment. This guy was almost turned into a human stick by him, yet he was still so stubborn.

"Just wait and see how I interrogate you!"

Feeling victory was assured, Madara Uchiha stopped wasting his brainpower pondering the clone's bizarre behavior and once again raised his massive blue blade, slashing at the mangled body of the Sage Art: Buddha.

The shockwave from the blade caused the surrounding trees to sway from side to side, and the sandstorm it whipped up reached tens of meters high.

"Bang!"

"Um?"

Madara Uchiha stared in astonishment at the Sage Art: Buddha who had caught a blade with his bare hands. He was about to fall apart, so why was he putting in so much effort?

Does your boss pay you a high salary?

"bass!"

Using brute force, Madara Uchiha pulled back the Susanoo Blade, adjusted his position, and swung the blade at the enemy once more.

This time, the giant Buddha did not dodge; instead, it faced the challenge head-on. Its enormous wooden fist, gleaming with blue light, collided with the indestructible Susanoo blade.

"boom!"

The moment they collided, the heavens and earth trembled, the collision producing a deafening roar that shook the earth and leveled everything around them.

"Buttock Displacement: Giant Butt Technique!"

The onlookers hid behind Danzo's enormous buttocks, only peeking out to investigate after the dust settled.

"How is it?"

In the center of the battlefield, two colossal figures had already separated by a distance. The wooden golem clad in Susanoo's armor had lost its arm wielding its giant blade, and half of its body was mangled and broken.

"She actually had some energy left over; no wonder she's a hot mom from Haxi."

Madara Uchiha, perched atop the wooden dummy's forehead, wore an extremely solemn expression. Gazing at the Sage Art: Great Buddha, which had begun its self-healing process in the distance, he silently made a comparison in his mind.

Ultimately, he reached a conclusion he was reluctant to admit.

If it weren't for the Nine-Tails being his reliable and durable "battery," he wouldn't have been able to fight this clone for so long, let alone gain the upper hand, relying solely on his own strength.

"Application activation status three"

The ninth clone atop the Buddha's head also concluded that they couldn't defeat Uchiha Madara at this stage, so they turned to Jigen, who was hiding nearby.

"turn down."

Having witnessed a rare spectacle, Cixian shook his head in the void a thousand meters above everyone's heads. Using state three came at a huge cost; it would reduce the clone's previous efforts to ashes.

We haven't reached a desperate situation yet, so there's no need to use it.

"What a show!"

This distance was nothing in the eyes of the Byakuya of the Otsutsuki clan. What surprised him more was that there was someone in this ninja world who could rival Hashirama Senju.

Even if he personally intervenes, he might not necessarily gain the upper hand against Madara Uchiha.

"It seems the chakra fruits on this planet are quite nutritious."

The chakra used by ninjas ultimately originates from the fruits of the Divine Tree of the Otsutsuki clan. Fruits from ordinary planets can only slightly enhance their strength, and those with too many impure components might even cause them diarrhea.

The fact that the fruit from this planet, after being divided and spread, could give birth to powerful figures like Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha, who were comparable to pure-blooded Otsutsuki clan members, is enough to show how powerful the fruit Kaguya took back then was.

"If things had gone according to plan back then, I might be a god by now, right?"

After a brief moment of daydreaming, Cixian turned his gaze back to the fierce battlefield. Looking at Clone Number Nine, who was once again at a disadvantage, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

"You guys warm up, then you can come down and help out later."

Without turning his head, Cixian said a sentence, and eight pairs of eyes with different expressions lit up in the pitch-black space behind him.

"Hmph! I thought you were going to prepare some kind of surprise for me, but it turns out you're just a big talker."

After exchanging a few blows with the now fully recovered Sage Art: Buddha, Madara Uchiha was puzzled to find that his opponent hadn't improved at all; his confident display just moments before seemed more like incompetent barking.

"It's really ugly."

Madara Uchiha was no longer willing to play along. He decided to capture the clone in front of him as quickly as possible, then tie it up and interrogate it thoroughly.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Under the relentless barrage of attacks from the armored wooden dummies, the Immortal Buddha's recovery speed could no longer keep up with the rate of damage.

"Boom!"

With a crisp sound, the immortal Buddha, which had been locked in fierce combat for so long, was finally slain by the armored wooden figure. The enormous Buddha head rolled to the ground, and the ninth clone, left with no other choice, could only manipulate the small wooden figure to land.

"Crackling~ Snapping~ Crackling~"

Without Number Nine as its chakra supplier, the headless Buddha teetered on the brink of collapse, quickly beginning to decay and crumble, ultimately turning into a shower of wood chips before everyone's eyes.

"We won!"

The F6 players jumped up excitedly, as if they were the ones who had defeated the Immortal Buddha, showing absolutely no shame for being easy prey.

"It's time for me to make my move."

Tobirama Senju nodded in satisfaction, then pulled out a kunai engraved with the Flying Thunder God seal, his face showing eager anticipation.

Without the Sage Art: Buddha, this clone was no match for him and Madara Uchiha when they attacked together.

That's right, this white-haired guy was planning to steal a kill and use the opportunity to boost his KDA, trying to make his score look better.

"despair!"

The wooden Arhats that once appeared enormous now looked like children compared to the majestic wooden dummy. Looking at the tiny wooden dummy that barely reached his calves, Madara Uchiha's lips curled into a smug smile.

"These mere grains of sand are not even half as good as me."

As he spoke, he manipulated the armored wooden dummy, grabbed the resisting Arhat wooden dummy, and lifted it in front of him. His scarlet eyes scrutinized the clone, whose fake smile had turned back into a blank expression.

"Why aren't you smiling? Are you just naturally averse to smiling?"

Number Nine, whose brows were tightly furrowed by the Kaleidoscope Eye Power, dared not make any rash moves.

"Whoosh!"

A flash of blue light, and the human-headed dog makes its dazzling entrance.

The Senju Tobirama, perched atop the armored wooden dummy's shoulder, struck a very cool pose.

"I'll help you!"

"You haven't left yet?"

Madara Uchiha glanced at Tobirama Senju, who had come to help him out, and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I'm not worried that they might be lying in ambush."

Senju Tobirama's face stiffened slightly upon sensing the sarcasm in Madara Uchiha's words, as he quickly found a plausible excuse for his absence from the battle.

"Forget it, I'll deal with him after I've crippled him."

If it weren't for the urgency of the situation, Madara Uchiha would have at least taught Tobirama Senju a lesson. But for now, he'd let the white-haired guy have a taste of soup and add a line to his resume.

"Crack!"

With a forceful manipulation of the armored wooden dummy, the Arhat wooden dummy in his palm shattered instantly. Seeing this, the clone leaped forward, escaping into the distance before Madara Uchiha could lock onto him again with his eye power.

Failure is not shameful, but being captured is.

Among the clones that went out on missions before, some missions failed.

The second clone not only failed to complete its mission, but its neck was also cruelly broken by the mission target. The eighth clone, who was on the mission with it, risked its life to bring back its barely alive body, which was saved from being destroyed thanks to Cixian's treatment.

"Trying to escape?"

Madara Uchiha raised an eyebrow. He had initially thought these clones were machines that only obeyed orders, but now it seemed that their judgment was wrong; these clones might have a certain degree of self-awareness.

"Leave it to me!"

Tobirama Senju volunteered to throw out his Flying Thunder God kunai, preparing to intercept the fleeing clone.

"Whoosh!"

Just as the rapidly advancing kunai was about to catch up with its opponent, before Tobirama Senju could even reveal a smug smile, a dark red circular portal suddenly appeared in the void, swallowing his kunai inside.

Upon seeing this, Number Nine, who had been fleeing, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, stopped running, and stood by the portal to wait.

"Reinforcements?"

Madara Uchiha and Tobirama Senju's pupils dilated slightly. They hadn't sensed any other enemies within a ten-mile radius before, and now the portal that Shui Lingling had appeared in front of them was a slap in the face.

Madara Uchiha, his face burning, raised his head disdainfully and said with an air of seriousness,

"Hmph! What's the panic? Even if another clone of that level comes along, it won't be my match."

"Tap!" *8

Seeing eight right feet emerge from the portal in perfect unison, a speechless Madara Uchiha stiffly turned his head to look at Tobirama Senju, who wore the same expression as him.

"White Hair, I remember you just said you'd cover our retreat, right? The Senju clan has always been a people of your word. I hope you'll live up to our ancestral teachings and keep your promise." (End of Chapter)