Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

There was no trace of frustration in his voice; instead, it conveyed the appreciation of an elder for a younger generation.

"Your strength has indeed surpassed that of us in that era."

"However..." He changed the subject, his originally cheerful expression turning somewhat serious, "The greater the power, the heavier the responsibility one bears."

"The path you choose is destined to be full of thorns."

"If you really want to change the world, then don't lose sight of your true self."

Sasuke listened quietly, his expression remaining indifferent.

"I will," he replied softly, a final tribute to the legendary ninja.

Hashirama nodded, and his figure completely transformed into countless specks of light, disappearing without a trace.

In the distance, the ninja alliance's camp was deathly silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the collapsed giant Buddha, their eyes filled with despair and fear.

"Even... even the First Hokage lost?"

"That's the God of Shinobi! Even he couldn't stop this monster?!"

"It's over...we're finished..."

Despair spread like a plague among the crowd, and the hope that had been ignited by the appearance of the True Thousand Hands was now completely crushed.

"Retreat! Run!"

Someone shouted, and the once orderly allied forces instantly collapsed, with countless ninjas abandoning their armor and fleeing in disarray.

Sasuke looked down at the rout below, his eyes indifferent.

"A motley crew."

.........

On the distant cliffs.

Madara Uchiha crossed his arms and coldly watched everything that was happening on the battlefield.

"Hmph, he only defeated Hashirama who couldn't even unleash half his full strength." He sneered disdainfully. "This brat really thinks too highly of himself."

In his view, the battle just now was not a real duel at all.

The resurrected Hashirama, whether in terms of chakra reserves or ninjutsu power, was far inferior to his peak condition in life.

It was only natural that he was defeated by Sasuke.

“If it were Hashirama at his peak…” A hint of fanaticism flashed in Madara’s eyes, “that brat wouldn’t last long at all.”

"Really?"

A gentle voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

Ban frowned slightly, turned around, and saw a young man with round-framed glasses and a gentle smile standing there.

"Who are you?" Ban squinted, sizing up the unfamiliar brat.

"Who I am is unimportant." Kabuto adjusted his glasses, a signature fake smile on his face. "What's important is that Lord Madara seems quite dissatisfied with this battle?"

"Hmph, just a boring game of make-believe." Ban sneered.

"Since that's the case..." A glint of light flashed in Kabuto's eyes, "Then, Lord Madara, would you like to witness the First Hokage's full power once more?"

Ban was taken aback by what he heard, then let out a mocking sneer.

"You little brat, you've got quite the nerve."

He sized Kabuto up and down, his eyes filled with disdain. "Have you ever seen Hashirama at his peak? Do you know what that power means?"

No, I've never seen it.

Dou shook his head calmly, a smile appearing on his face.

"It's precisely because I've never seen it before that I want to see it for myself."

Chapter 239 Would you ask the sun, "Why do you shine?" (6k)

Dou smiled calmly: "Precisely because I've never seen it before, I want to see it for myself."

"Hehe..." Madara was amused by Kabuto's words. "Interesting. It seems that the kids these days are all incredibly arrogant."

He looked at the pocket with a playful expression.

"Since you want to see it so much, I'll grant your wish."

“However…” Madara’s tone shifted, turning icy, “If what you summon doesn’t satisfy me, the consequences will be severe.”

"Since I dare to say this, I am naturally confident."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the ravaged battlefield below. "However, in order to perfectly recreate that 'power,' I still need some special materials."

"Oh?" Ban crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow with interest. "Tell me about it."

"I want those special White Zetsu."

Kabuto pointed to the broken white dolls below, his voice low and deep, "If we can use them as a foundation, and supplement them with my research..."

"I can recreate a perfect body for the First Hokage that is closest to, or even surpasses, his original form."

"Only in that way can we bear the enormous and unreasonable soul and chakra of the 'God of Shinobi'."

"A good idea."

Ban commented casually, "Although I don't know exactly what technology you've mastered, since you're so confident..."

He waved his hand, "Then do as you please."

"They're just a bunch of failed, defective products; they're not really of any use to us anyway."

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Madara." Kabuto bowed his head respectfully.

Madara turned around and took one last look at the silver-haired boy standing in the distance within Susanoo, his eyes filled with amusement.

"Let's go, I'll take you to get what you need. It looks like Obito won't last much longer."

At this moment, Obito's life or death had become irrelevant to Madara Uchiha.

Now that he has been truly resurrected through the Rinne Rebirth, Obito, the pawn originally used to carry out the plan, has lost his value.

What's more, that good-for-nothing couldn't even handle Nagato and almost ruined the plan.

Such an incompetent fellow, he's dead, so be it.

But thanks to him, I saw a more interesting junior.

Madara paused slightly, turning his head to look in Sasuke's direction.

He wanted to see...

Having defeated the combined forces of five great nations, what exactly does this arrogant brat intend to turn the world into...?

............

The center of the battlefield.

As Obito sensed Madara's departing presence, his eyes were filled with disbelief.

"That bastard..." he gritted his teeth, anger rising within him, "He just left like that?!"

He sacrificed so much for the so-called Eye of the Moon project.

But in the end, when he was in his most critical moment, that guy abandoned him without hesitation.

"really......"

Obito's eyes turned sinister. "In this world, nothing is trustworthy."

"What? Have you been abandoned by your master?"

Sasuke looked down at Obito, his eyes full of mockery.

"Shut up!" Obito roared. "What do you know!"

"Of course I understand." Sasuke slowly landed, his long sword pointing directly at Obito. "Being used and then discarded is what happens when you're a dog."

"You bastard..."

Obito was thoroughly enraged by these words. He suddenly waved his hand, and the Susanoo behind him raised the huge chakra blade once again.

"Stop acting like you know everything!"

"I'll make you regret ever being born!"

"Regret?" Sasuke sneered. "You can savor that kind of pointless emotion yourself in hell."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his left hand, spread his five fingers, and the Mangekyou Sharingan instantly transformed into a golden Rinnegan.

"Planetary Devastation!"

Om-! ! !

A jet-black energy ball flew out from his palm, instantly expanding into a massive black hole.

The earth cracked open, and countless boulders shot into the sky as if summoned, frantically converging towards the black sphere.

Obito felt a sudden lightness in his body, and together with Susanoo, he uncontrollably flew towards the black sphere.

"This is... the power of the Rinnegan?!"

Obito was terrified. He didn't have time to think about where Sasuke's Rinnegan came from. He just focused on desperately activating his eye power, trying to break free from this gravitational pull.

But it didn't work.

Faced with that terrifying gravitational force capable of distorting space, even the fully formed Susanoo appeared so insignificant.

Countless boulders crashed into Susanoo's armor, enveloping him layer by layer.

In the blink of an eye, a huge stone sphere with a diameter of several hundred meters was formed, suspended in mid-air, completely sealing Obito inside.

Is it over?

The ninjas in the distance looked at the towering stone sphere with awe in their eyes.

This level of ninjutsu is practically a miracle.