As the Rinne Rebirth activated, wisps of white smoke began to rise from Madara's body. The cracks unique to Edo Tensei gradually vanished. At this moment, Madara was fully revived.
Clenching his fists, he felt the flow of blood within his veins. The smile on his face grew wider.
"Hahaha! This feeling…! I, Uchiha Madara, have returned once more!"
Nagato, after using Rinne Rebirth, was left in a state close to death.
However, being of the Uzumaki clan and having White Zetsu's cells implanted, his immense vitality kept him from dying immediately.
Madara's laughter didn't last long. His Rinnegan suddenly shattered into fragments, leaving behind empty sockets.
He had already anticipated this. Calmly, he said,
"Black Zetsu."
Black Zetsu understood instantly. He thrust his hand into Nagato's eyes and forcibly dug out the pair of Rinnegan.
Nagato let out a scream of agony before collapsing into unconsciousness.
Black Zetsu presented the Rinnegan like a treasure, handing them to Madara. Madara picked them up and pressed them directly into his own eye sockets.
Kaito, watching this scene, couldn't help but comment,
"Hot-swappable, huh? Not even washing them before plugging them in?"
Though those Rinnegan originally belonged to Madara, the way he reinserted them so casually was beyond absurd.
Kabuto stood frozen, utterly dumbfounded. In just a short span, the battlefield had undergone a complete reversal. To call it bizarre was no longer enough.
Madara, however, didn't spare Kabuto even a glance. The only one who caught his interest now was Kaito.
He turned to Kaito with a grin.
"Kept you waiting. Now then, let's resume our battle!"
Kaito spread his hands carelessly.
"Anytime."
"Haha! Good! You're making me like you more and more!"
"No need for that."
Madara paused for a moment, then tore away the upper half of his clothing, revealing a face embedded on his chest.
Tsunade's expression darkened instantly. She cried out in shock,
"That's Grandpa's face!"
Madara glanced at her and said,
"Oh? So you're Hashirama's granddaughter? Hmph, the Senju clan truly has fallen. No matter! I'll show you Hashirama's power myself!"
He clasped his hands together and growled,
"Wood Style: Deep Forest Emergence!"
Crack, crack, crack!
The earth split apart inch by inch. Waves of colossal trees surged toward the Allied Shinobi Forces like a natural disaster. Ordinary shinobi were utterly helpless against such an overwhelming Wood Style. They were like lambs waiting for slaughter, about to be swallowed by the sea of trees.
Aside from the three Kage still fighting their "predecessors," most of the remaining top-tier strength in the Alliance came from Konoha.
Tsunade, Minato, and the others all wore grave expressions. Even for them, it was uncertain whether they could withstand Madara's assault.
Kaito, however, looked completely calm as the sea of trees surged toward him. He took a deep breath.
"Fire Style: Majestic Destroyer Flame!"
Whoosh!
A torrent of fire erupted from Kaito's mouth, transforming into a roaring sea of flames that collided head-on with the advancing forest.
In an instant, the battlefield was shrouded in thick black smoke. The trees were swiftly consumed by the blaze, reduced to ash, and scattered into the air.
Sasuke stared dumbfounded at the sea of fire, then turned to Itachi beside him.
"Brother… did Kaito-sama just use our clan's Fire Style ninjutsu?"
Itachi himself was shaken. He nodded, answering,
"That was the clan-recorded B-rank jutsu, Majestic Destroyer Flame. I never imagined Kaito-sama could unleash it with such power!"
Just this single jutsu was enough to make every Fire Style user in the Alliance break into a cold sweat.
Even Madara gazed at Kaito with approving eyes.
"Impressive! Yes, this is how an Uchiha should be!"
Kaito's eyes narrowed as he released a wave of repulsive force, blowing away the lingering smoke before him.
He smiled faintly.
"Your Wood Style is strong. Perfect timing. I just mastered a new technique—let's test its power on you."
With that, Kaito suddenly clasped his hands together. An overwhelming surge of chakra erupted from his body.
Madara's face shifted, shock flashing across it.
"This is…!"
"Wood Style: True Several Thousand Hands!"
Boom!
A colossal wooden statue of a Thousand-Armed Kannon rose beneath Kaito's feet, lifting him into the sky a thousand meters high.
The towering Kannon statue blotted out the heavens. Everyone on the battlefield fell into stunned silence, numb with disbelief. Not a sound could be heard.
Before the statue, Madara was like an insect. He stared up at it, murmuring,
"So that's it… No wonder you could awaken the Rinnegan. You also possess Hashirama's power. Was it mere coincidence?"
The Rinnegan could not be awakened simply by combining an Uchiha with Hashirama's cells. One had to first push the power of the Mangekyō Sharingan to its utmost limit, then merge it with Senju strength.
For an Uchiha, awakening even a Mangekyō was nearly impossible. To refine its power further into an Eternal Mangekyō was harder still.
In all of history, Madara alone had awakened the Rinnegan by his own hand—and that was only because of the stone tablet's guidance.
That was why this sight felt so unreal, even unfair.
After all, Madara had spent decades of his life just to awaken the Rinnegan, causing endless strife along the way.
But Kaito? He looked so young, and yet he had already succeeded. How could Madara feel at ease with that?
What he didn't know was that Kaito's greatest advantage lay in information. Knowing the precise steps, executing them step by step, and with Orochimaru's technological support—it was only natural that he could achieve the Rinnegan.
Standing atop the statue's head, Kaito said coldly,
"Top Transformed Buddha."
The moment his words fell, all of the statue's arms swung down in unison, smashing toward Madara. The ground collapsed under the relentless barrage, sending up clouds of dust and debris.
When the smoke cleared, the once-flat battlefield had become a massive basin. The sheer ability of a jutsu to reshape terrain had shattered everyone's understanding once more.
Kaito leapt down, landing beside the statue's base. He looked toward the basin's center.
There, Madara knelt on one knee, panting heavily.
Top Transformed Buddha's strength lay in it being senjutsu. Not even the Preta Path of the Rinnegan could absorb it.
If not for his Rinnegan and Hashirama's cells, Madara might not have survived the onslaught.
He raised his head toward Kaito, speaking hoarsely,
"Unbelievable… that you could push Wood Style to such heights. Even if Hashirama himself were here, it would be no different."
Slowly, Madara stood again. A streak of violet light flickered across his Rinnegan.
"Now show me… just how far your Rinnegan can go!"
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