The battle had begun from the four directions of the Shinobi Sect.
To the south—
Second Tsuchikage Mu and Second Mizukage Hōzuki Gengetsu—
Facing off against former vice-captain of the Roger Pirates, 'Dark King' Rayleigh.
Meanwhile, on the western side of the Shinobi Sect—
Uchiha Kagami and Hatake Sakumo,
Were fighting side by side with remarkable coordination against Kozuki Oden.
All three were masters of high-speed close combat.
So much so that even the nearby shinobi could barely keep up with their movements—
Only catching glimpses of blurred afterimages streaking past, colliding violently one moment and weaving apart the next.
Even with Uchiha Kagami and Hatake Sakumo fighting at full strength, they were only barely managing to withstand Kozuki Oden's ferocious assault.
In fact, they had a vague sense that the only reason they were still standing—
Was because this ridiculously massive man was holding back on purpose. They could hear it in the bursts of hearty laughter he let out from time to time.
To the north of the Shinobi Sect—
Jabba, wielding twin axes, was confronting a joint assault from the Second Raikage's thunderous offensive and the Third Kazekage's sweeping attacks of Iron Sand.
However—
Though Jabba's strength was a notch below that of Roger, Rayleigh, and Oden,
He had already reached the level of a General five years ago, mastering both Armament and Observation Haki, along with powerful axe techniques and hand-to-hand combat.
And after years of training under the King of the Dead, his abilities had only continued to improve.
...
"How can the enemy have so many fighters on par with Hashirama and Madara?!"
High in the sky, Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo looked out over the battlefield. His expression grew deeply grim.
And these were just the powerful dead.
Back in the Shinobi World, there were still fighters like Crocodile and Aramaki—and they were only classified as Lieutenant Generals.
How were they supposed to win this war?
Unless he transferred his own chakra to Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara, perhaps then—
They might have the power to defeat these Generals and Admirals.
But there was a problem: with the King of the Dead watching him from within that black hole, Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo didn't dare split his power.
He could feel that the other's presence was on par with his own.
In such a situation, weakening himself was out of the question.
[BOOM!!!]
Just then, on the eastern front of the Shinobi Sect—
Roger's Divine Departure collided head-on with Uchiha Madara's Shinra Tensei—
And the result was a terrifying explosion that felt like it could tear the world apart.
A surge of devastating power swept through the entire region, erasing everything in its path—including part of the Shinobi Sect's buildings.
No one knew how many souls on both sides were disintegrated by the indiscriminate shockwave.
"Huff… Thank goodness Madara is here. If he can defeat his opponent quickly, maybe he can go handle the other three enemy powerhouses," Hagoromo thought to himself.
"Hahahahaha!"
As the smoke and dust finally cleared—
Uchiha Madara stood at the center of a vast basin, as if a meteor had just struck the land.
He could no longer contain the excitement surging in his heart.
Clad in the fourth stage of his external Susanoo, he raised one hand to his face and threw his head back in wild laughter.
"At last! Finally—finally, I've found an opponent who excites me!"
"I don't know why I've made you this happy," Roger called out, "but I, Roger, am glad to meet you as well!"
"Then let's begin, Roger!"
Madara's mouth stretched into a wide, manic grin as he shouted.
"Alright! Come on!"
Gol D. Roger laughed just as boldly.
[Boom!]
As the words left his mouth—
He stomped down, blasting apart the ground beneath his feet.
A thick cloud of dust erupted skyward, and the earth caved in to form a massive crater.
Roger shot forward like a streak of black and crimson lightning—
Tearing through layers of air in an instant, producing thunderous sonic booms, and appearing right in front of Uchiha Madara.
As Roger swung Ace—now blackened with Haki—through the air, the torn currents behind it surged into a massive vacuum blade.
Meanwhile—
Madara was already fully braced.
Within the fourth-stage Susanoo, he raised both enormous chakra blades of shimmering azure.
Crossing them in front of him, he met Roger's seemingly simple slash head-on.
[Duang!]
The clash of the three enormous blades rang out across the sky.
For a moment—
The shockwave of the impact rippled through the air in visible concentric waves, while black and crimson lightning arced violently in every direction.
The ground surrounding them collapsed further, cracking open with deep fractures.
And yet, this was only the beginning.
[Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!]
As the two were blown apart under a hurricane of raw force—
The twin chakra blades in Susanoo's hands quivered, and in an instant, they split into a swarm of dense, azure blade shadows across the sky.
On the other side—
An overwhelming aura burst from Roger's body, like a raging sea crashing from the heavens.
In his hand, Ace once again flared with boundless black-red lightning, its aura sharp and unyielding.
In the next moment—
A flicker of shock flashed across Madara's face.
Roger's single slash didn't just shatter the sky full of chakra blade shadows—
It completely destroyed the two massive azure chakra blades themselves.
Madara was forced to immediately manifest a third and fourth arm and recreate new chakra blades within Susanoo.
[BOOM!]
Yet even those new chakra blades—and the freshly formed arms that wielded them—crumbled the moment they clashed,
Disintegrating into countless particles of glowing blue light.
Seeing this, Madara leapt backward in haste.
But even mid-air, Roger's slash tore through the armor of Susanoo in front of him.
"Unbelievable swordsmanship… and power."
Landing back on the ground, Madara muttered in disbelief. He never imagined that his fourth-stage Susanoo could be rendered so fragile by Roger's blade.
But Roger was already fully in the flow of battle.
Just as Madara retreated, Roger surged after him in a blur of sonic booms.
"Shinra Tensei!"
A tremendous repulsive force exploded outward as Madara opened his arms wide, unleashing it from deep within.
[BOOM!]
Roger, charging straight in, suddenly slowed in midair.
The invisible repulsion created a thick wall of pressure—transparent but immovable—clashing with the raging black-red lightning exploding off of Roger's body.
"Hmph!"
Feeling the resistance ahead, Roger let out a cold snort as his aura erupted once more in a wave of raw, violent energy.
Conqueror's Haki!
In an instant, the powerful repulsion of Shinra Tensei was forcefully neutralized by the overwhelming spiritual pressure of his Haki.
Under the crushing weight of these two forces, the solid earth swelled like waves, rippling outward in soft, rolling surges of stone and dust.
Roger pushed forward again—closing in on Madara.
And just in the nick of time—
Within Susanoo, Madara raised both hands. Between his palms appeared a formation of bright blue tomoe—
Linked together by streaks of what looked like crackling blue lightning.
"Yasaka Magatama!"
All the blue magatama tore through the void, crossing nearly 100 meters in an instant, one after another bombarding the area where Roger stood.
A continuous chain of thunderous explosions followed, each blast accompanied by towering waves of earth hundreds of meters high.
Yet despite this relentless barrage—
Roger either casually slashed them apart or evaded each attack with astonishing speed and ease.
Seeing this, a sharp chill flashed in Uchiha Madara's eyes. There was no time to activate Shinra Tensei again now.
"Amaterasu!"
As Madara's gaze fixed forward, a wisp of black flame suddenly ignited out of nowhere in Roger's path.
But Roger, as if he had foreseen it, shifted his body ever so slightly—and easily dodged the position of the black flame.
By the time he reappeared, he was already behind Madara.
In his hand, the black blade Ace surged with arcs of lightning as he brought it down in a devastating slash.
[Bang!!]
The next second—
To Roger's surprise, a massive shield erupted from the ground—carved with a ferocious ogre's face and seemingly made of wood—rising to defend the back of Susanoo.
"Summoning: Rashōmon!"
The lightning-wreathed, black-red blade crashed down like a bolt from the heavens.
And yet the wooden shield held out for nearly three seconds before finally splitting in two—a defense even stronger than fourth-stage Susanoo itself.
Behind the shield stood Susanoo once more.
Though Roger's blade still tore a vicious gash across the tengu armor of Susanoo, in the end, it lacked the momentum to break through completely.
But it bought Madara the time he needed.
"Wood Clone Technique!"
As Madara formed hand seals before him, four clones burst forth from the surrounding trees.
Then, each of those four clones also formed seals.
In an instant—
Five Madaras stood together, indistinguishable even to Roger's Observation Haki, each erupting with tidal waves of azure chakra.
Moments later, five fully-formed lower halves of Complete Body Susanoo emerged.
The sheer scale of the sight caused even Roger to raise his brows in surprise.
"His aura changed…"
Roger could clearly sense that Madara's presence was now exerting real pressure on him.
"Relax. I won't be having 'five of me' gang up on you."
Standing like a king upon a mountain, Madara looked down at Roger with his cold gaze.
An invisible but overwhelming aura blanketed the entire eastern battlefront of the Shinobi Sect.
The moment he finished speaking—
Three of the Complete Body Susanoo, controlled by the wood clones, began to move—
Their colossal legs like towering pillars—as they strode off toward the other battlefields
Seeing this, Roger suddenly understood—
Madara intended to assist the other fronts.
"Forgive me," Madara said flatly. "There are too many useless ones on our side. For the sake of total victory, this is the only way."
Though calm, his words echoed across the area surrounding the Shinobi Sect.
And the expressions of many nearby shinobi immediately turned ugly.
At the same time—
Madara didn't care in the slightest how many allied shinobi he might have offended with his words.
Wasn't he simply stating the truth?
To him, anyone who couldn't match the level of himself or Hashirama was a useless waste!
Just look at the other world.
They could casually summon someone as powerful as his current self, plus three others roughly on par with his past self.
Hmph. That kind of disparity... was honestly embarrassing.
"You've really got a foul temper," Roger called out with a grin after hearing Madara's remark. "Reminds me of this one guy I used to know—the 'Golden Lion'. He was always calling his own crew useless trash!"
"Hmph. Sounds like he was one of your rivals?"
Madara caught something familiar in Roger's tone.
"Yeah... one of them, I guess. Back then, I nearly died at that guy's hands. Lucky for me, I had better luck—Bwahaha!"
"Hmm?"
Madara raised an eyebrow in surprise.
He had seen Roger's strength firsthand—and now learned there had been someone in that world powerful enough to nearly kill him?
And that casual 'one of them'... it was enough to spark a bit of envy.
"Then let's begin Round Two."
"Two Complete Body Susanoo shouldn't be too unfair... right, Roger?"
Roger flashed a wide grin, teeth gleaming white.
"Honestly, I'd recommend calling the other three back—otherwise, it won't be much of a challenge!"
"Seems you're even more arrogant than I am."
"Roger!"
Both Madaras roared in unison—and the towering Complete Body Susanoo surged into motion like angry mountains.
[BOOM!!!]
And then—
That seemingly tiny figure, Gol D. Roger, suddenly erupted with an earth-shaking aura, soaring upward like a heavenly pillar.
A cascade of black and crimson lightning erupted once again, crackling across the battlefield—
Interwoven with the overwhelming force of Conqueror's Haki.
"This… this is the spirit of the Pirate King!"
"Madara!!!"
Roger's roar echoed across the heavens of the Pure Land.
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