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"I'm here for those eyes…" Ryoichi's voice echoed through the hollow space. His sharp eyes pinned onto the ghost of Uchiha, scanning every little detail of him. The declining body nor the small twitch of Madara's eyelids at his words escaped him despite Madara not replying to his words or more like he thought wasting words on him would not be productive.
Without wasting time Madara launched at him, his back still connected to the Gedo. He reached him in mere seconds and engaged him in a bout of Taijutsu. His arms struck him with an impossible level of strength and skill. Each strike backing enough strength to crumble a small hill and followed a well-thought combination.
The level of skill was enough for him to say Madara was the most skilled fighter in this Era. But only in this Era that is. If he considers the people he have fought in the future timeline. Madara barely cracks the top 10 which in itself is a miracle considering how much refinement and improvement Taijutsu have went through.
Still, he weaved through Madara's blows like child's play, never blocking or redirecting. An action which irked the Uchiha.
Madara's face barely showed his anger as he retreated back, not wanting to continue this futility.
A fiery skeleton arm surrounded Madara before being hammered at him. He looked up, at the crawling arm of Madara's Suasano.
He felt the eyes of his subordinate on him, the reason he was prolonging this excuse of a fight. To further his god-like image in their views what better way is there to completely dominate the man who has nightmarized the three generations of active Shinobis, None.
He casually lifted his right hand loosely clenched in a fist. Letting the colossal hand to slam on it. The shockwave that followed destroyed the surroundings and even rattled his subordinates hiding in his shadow.
Once the shockwave dissipated he casually pushed the skeletal hand away making Madara narrow his eyes.
The Sharingan spun fiercely before they changed into the purple spiral eyes of Rinnegan. Madara raised his arm as strong gravity pulled him towards the Uchiha.
He didn't do anything to oppose the force pulling him. His body flew towards him as a black rod materialized between Madara's fingers which he dropped straight to his heart.
A pleased flint passed Madara's ringed eyes as the black rod came all the way to his back but Madara's smile didn't last long as his body popped.
"A Shadow clone…." Madara muttered with a frown.
"Took you long enough…" He said, casually coming out of the shadow holding the black Zetsu. Madara's frown deepened as stared at the glazed eyes of Zetsu.
"What did you do?"
No answer came from his lips. He did not see the necessity of fulfilling the curiosity of a dead man.
So without wasting time he went on attack. His body blurred forward, faster than Madara's Rinnegan could trace. A round kick drove straight into Madara's gut making him gasp blood and spit.
Another round kick followed, Madara barely raised his hand to block but it was futile. *Crack* The bones cracked and the kick connected to Madara's head.
Madara's head recoiled sideways, he barely had time to process before Ryoichi caught his neck in a voice grip and started punching him viciously.
One… two… three… Madara struggled to get him off but his strength was too to weak get his hand off of himself.
Four… five… six… Madara's struggle grew weak with each punch, his hands loosened around his hand.
Seven… eight… nine… and at the Tenth punch Madara's struggle ceased his body went limp.
But he did not let go. ' Here it comes…' he thought and sure enough, Madara's body healed and returned back to how it was before the fight.
'Izanagi…' he marveled before a green orb appeared in his hand and expanded to cover Madara's whole body. Madara struggled but it was of no use. Once the green orb receded and the light faded, it revealed Madara back to his original beaten form.
"It's useless…" he said as his arm blurred, cleanly cutting off Madara's arm and stopping him from using another Sharingan for Izanagi.
His Matrix came to life and slowly moved, neutralizing Madara— the ghost of the Uchiha.
In less than five minutes one of the two legend terrifying the previous era toyed, defeated, and captured.
His calm eyes scanned not the beaten-in body and spirit Uchiha but the ones hiding in his shadow. The disbelief radiating off them made him almost chuckle, almost.
From this day forward his image in his subordinate's eyes will be no less than the Sage of Six Path and with time greater than even him.
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