Konoha Drunkard

Garp raised his fist and said to the people behind him. Although he didn't understand Ino's specific meaning, he understood one thing: smash that masked man away, and then smash away the one controlling the Edo Tensei inside, and that would be it.

818. The old comedian makes his appearance.

"Kill them!!!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

With Garp, the heir of the Thousand Hands, leading the charge, his underlings were exceptionally brave. Garp, in particular, was naturally large-fisted; his monstrous punches were even more powerful than Tsunade's. A single swing of his hand could cause mountains to crumble and the earth to split. Obito, watching from afar, couldn't help but twitch. He despised those who used their fists to attack; "You're a ninja, why don't you use ninjutsu instead of your fists..."

"Shinra Tensei!!"

Seeing that Garp was about to get close, Obito certainly couldn't let him succeed. What was the point of him fighting if someone who only knew how to use his fists got close? He reached out and used Shinra Tensei to try to blast Garp away.

"boom!"

"God Nima's Heavenly Conquest!"

"Roar!!!"

A powerful force swept through, blasting a group of underlings away. Garp gritted his teeth and endured the force, rising high into the sky to deliver a punch to Obito. However, the punch missed Obito and instead struck the Ten-Tails' back. The Ten-Tails roared in pain, making Garp and Obito on its back feel a sharp pain in their eardrums.

"Holy crap...does this have to be so powerful? Kakashi-san, are you alright?"

Garp, his head spinning in a panic, helped Garen up and shouted, "This monster is terrifying! It's so powerful just from its shout!"

"It's alright, just be careful, this guy is very strong."

Kakashi was also flustered. He was already reeling from the Ten-Tails' roar, but then this guy yelled right in his ear, almost making him deaf.

"Relax, sit down over there. I have some sunflower seeds and beer. Watch how I beat this guy to a pulp."

Garp pulled out a few packets of sunflower seeds and a few bottles of beer, and pushed Garp aside.

"⊙.⊙???"

Kadian, surrounded by sunflower seeds and beer, was completely bewildered, feeling utterly superfluous...

"Damn it, so arrogant! God..."

"boom!"

"God of all! You only ever use the same tricks, you're even weaker than that Nagato guy!"

Obito was enraged by Garp's actions. Was this bastard looking down on him? But before he could unleash his ultimate move, Garp's iron fist was already on his face.

The biggest benefit of transplanting Hashirama Senju's cells is probably increased durability. Garp's punch would have smashed someone's head, but Obito's mask was simply broken, revealing his swollen face.

"Huh... He's so ugly, no wonder he wears a mask."

Garp looked at Obito's bloated face with utter disgust. Although he was face-blind, he could still barely distinguish between ugly and beautiful. This guy was too ugly, even uglier than his great-uncle...

"This guy..."

While munching on sunflower seeds and cheering on Obito, Kakashi also saw Obito's face. However, because he had been disfigured and swollen from being punched by Garp, he only felt that the person was somewhat familiar and did not recognize him.

"What?! You bastard, you're dead!"

Obito, ignoring Garp's disdainful look, pulled out a small mirror from somewhere to examine his handsome face. He discovered that his peerless features had been swollen from being beaten, and a surge of anger welled up inside him. Forget about Shinra Tensei, he just charged in and did it.

"Come on, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

"Bang bang bang..."

The two of them fought like street thugs, using every trick in the book: groin kicks, eye gouging, chokeholds, toe stomping, hair pulling—the most underhanded tactics imaginable. Meanwhile, Garp forgot to eat his sunflower seeds, drink his beer, or even shout encouragement. These two were incredibly fierce, especially that ugly guy, who had been groped countless times by Garp without batting an eye. He was absolutely insane!

"Why do I feel like they're the ones who are truly fighting...?"

The duel between Garp and Obito became the focus of everyone's attention. Even the Konoha underlings in the distance stopped fighting, staring blankly at the two. One of the underlings inadvertently uttered what everyone was thinking: compared to the two's attacks, each aimed at vital points, making even bystanders tremble with fear, their fight, involving throwing kunai and shuriken or throwing ninjutsu, was simply beneath their notice...

"You damn bastard, you pulled my hair, go to hell..."

"Ugly freak, bastard, take this kick..."

Both Garp and Obito were consumed by rage and had already decided on the purpose of the war. They were now locked in a battle of wits, each thinking only of how to cripple the other. The means didn't matter; as long as they could win, that was all that mattered.

"...How terrifying! Black Zetsu, should we go and warn Obito? The longer this drags on, the worse it will be for us."

Watching the two fight with all their might from afar, White Zetsu felt a chill run down his spine and asked Black Zetsu beside him a question.

"...Let's wait and see."

Black Zetsu was also chilled to the bone. Having lived for over a thousand years, this was the first time he had witnessed a battle of this magnitude. If the battle between Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha was earth-shattering, the fight between these two was utterly shameless. Street thug techniques became incredibly sharp in their hands. Even if one of them had received Hashirama Senju's cells and the other was a hybrid of Senju and Uzumaki blood, both possessing extremely powerful vitality, an ordinary person would be doomed if struck by such a weapon...

..........

Garp and Obito were fighting tooth and nail, while Minato and Tobirama were being relentlessly attacked by Madara. The two, watching the Flying Thunder God Technique constantly flashing, weren't particularly injured, but after a while, Minato started to tire. Unlike Madara and Tobirama, who were resurrected with unlimited chakra, he didn't have a quarter of the Nine-Tails inside him as an engine. The Flying Thunder God Technique was inherently chakra-intensive, and he couldn't even remember how many times he'd flashed. It was just constant flashing, and the little Nine-Tails inside him was already listless. Two or three more flashes and it would be almost finished.

"Fourth generation, are you alright?"

Tobirama Senju also noticed Minato's condition. After all, he had used the Flying Thunder God Technique so many times. If he hadn't been resurrected through Edo Tensei, he probably wouldn't have been able to handle it. Moreover, Minato was just an ordinary person without any bloodline limit, and he only had a small Nine-Tails inside him. It was already quite remarkable that he had been able to hold on until now.

"Hmph! Die!"

Madara wasn't going to chat with them. If Tobirama Senju could see Minato's condition, Madara naturally could too. After fighting for so long, he must be out of chakra, right? His legs must be weak.

Just as the five blue giants were about to strike Tobirama Senju and Minato, a long-awaited voice, somewhat comical and exaggerated, resounded throughout the arena. Madara's beloved voice had finally made its appearance.

"Wood Release: Five Wood Dragons Technique!"

819. It's him! It's him! It's him!

"Holy crap! Even the God of Ninjas is here, is this for real?"

"This is Wood Release! Amazing, it bound five giants in one go..."

The Iwa ninja in the distance felt their minds go numb. Each person appearing was more powerful than the last, and all of them had been dead for decades. They wouldn't be surprised if the Sage of Six Paths appeared later...

Although entangled by the wooden dragon, Madara didn't seem to care. Instead, he gazed affectionately at Hashirama Senju as he appeared, his long-held feelings surging within him...

It's him!It's him!it's him!

When he was a child, he, who had the farthest urination among his generation in his family, met someone who could urinate even further!

Even after he grew up and became incredibly awesome, he still encountered someone who was on another level!

Now that he was about to achieve his great goal, he encountered this bastard again. Various negative emotions kept impacting Grandpa Ban's mind, and the expression on his face kept changing.

"Tobirama, what is he doing...? Could this guy really be plotting against me, like Shanks said?"

Having not seen each other for decades, Hashirama Senju, who had originally wanted to catch up with his best friend, couldn't help but shrink back and ask Tobirama Senju, seeing Madara's ever-changing expressions.

"Damn Hashirama! And that damn red-haired brat! You're both asking for it!"

Madara was no ordinary man. Even if Hashirama Senju whispered his question, it wouldn't escape his ears. Before Tobirama could even answer, Madara exploded in fury. Five blue giants simultaneously slashed at the wooden dragon that was entangled around him, severing its head. He wasn't angry at Hashirama's words, but rather at how despicable that red-haired brat was, never missing an opportunity to slander his reputation. Before, he had slandered him for stealing a girl from the First Kazekage, and now he was slandering him in front of his best friend. He deserved to die! He wished he never saw him again!

Shanks suddenly surpassed his lifelong love in his heart and became number one.

"Holy crap! Madara! Your reaction is so strong, you're not actually thinking those things, are you?"

Seeing Madara's strong reaction, Hashirama Senju quickly pulled Tobirama Senju and Minato away to keep as far away as possible.

"This guy is terrifying. No wonder I said he hadn't gotten married or had children all these years..."

After fleeing far away, Hashirama Senju patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Big brother, what time is it now? Be serious!"

Senju Tobirama, with a cold face, habitually roared at him.

"........."

Although they'd known each other for a while, Minato still couldn't stand the ninja god's goofy personality. Who would win money gambling with their granddaughter or great-grandson and then block the door demanding repayment? Who would think of such nonsense in such a serious setting? Truly a man capable of training teachers to be successful...

"You can all die! I'll kill you and then go find that damn brat!"

The enraged Madara's fighting power reached a new high. Although the five blue giants were large, they were not slow. They covered the distance in two steps and arrived in front of the three of them, their five large swords pointing at them.

"Wood Release: Ranking Technique!"

"boom!"

Five large swords struck the enormous ghost-faced shield, causing the ground to shake violently.

"Get back! Get away from here!"

From a distance, Onoki, perched on his son Koto's back, shouted to his younger brother behind him.

"Run! Run!"

The Iwa ninja underlings don't really follow their bosses' orders. They were already running as fast as they could when Hashirama Senju and Madara started fighting. If these two dead men could fight like that, what would happen if they were alive...?

..........

"boom!"

"Haha! Achoo! Achoo! Damn it, which bastard is eyeing me again?"

Shanks, who had once again blasted the Third Raikage away, was about to launch into a verbal attack when his nose started itching and he sneezed twice. Rubbing his nose, he cursed, "The series is almost over, and they're still trying to scheme against me. Is it Onoki again...?"

"Lord Shanks! Madara Uchiha has been brought out. The Third Hokage wants you to deal with him quickly so you can go and fight the Hokage."

It was that same ANBU errand boy again, shouting from afar, but this time his tone was more urgent, unlike when he went to the Sand Village to inform him before.

"Is there no talent left in the entire ninja world? I haven't even sorted things out here and they want me to go over there again!"

Shanks was furious when he heard what the Anbu said. They really thought he was a special forces rescue team, putting out fires everywhere.

"Lord Shanks, the Hokage is about to collapse! Madara Uchiha is... so powerful!"

This ANBU member tried his best to make his expression more vivid, because Hiruzen Sarutobi, who had sent him, felt that Hashirama Senju and Madara were evenly matched at the moment, and at the very least, they would fight until they grew old together. If they didn't take advantage of their numbers to suppress Madara now, things would get troublesome once the Ten-Tails appeared at the end.

Meanwhile, Hiruzen Sarutobi happened to see Shanks playing house with the Third Raikage on the screen. Knowing Shanks' personality well, Hiruzen Sarutobi told the Anbu to exaggerate Minato's misery as much as possible, so that the bastard Shanks wouldn't continue to slack off.

"Are you kidding me...?"

Shanks, rubbing his hair, thought to himself, "Does he really think I'm stupid? Madara is already here, there's no reason why that old idiot Hashirama shouldn't show up and act opposite him. It must be another bad idea from that scheming Third Hokage." Shanks wasn't very interested in teaming up with someone to beat them up, especially since the other person was his idol.

But he really wanted to see his idol being rubbed and abused; filming it would definitely be valuable...

Shanks glanced apologetically at the recovered Third Raikage and Rasa, who was still releasing gold dust.