CHAPTER 32:The Clash of Titans

Hiro's eyes narrowed as he finally sees Orochimaru, so he thought. He attacked Orochimaru without even speaking a word, determined to finish the man who had caused so much pain and suffering, his eerie smile hiding his true intentions.

Orochimaru's wood clone, disguised as Orochimaru himself, suddenly sensed something behind him. In its attempt to back away and see who was there, it was met with a heavy blow to the face, sending it flying away, breaking trees as it crashed to the ground. Hiro stepped forward, his presence imposing.

"So it's you, Hiro," Orochimaru's clone wheezed, struggling to stand. "I knew you would come, so I made some plans solely for the Ashura Demon."

Hiro's eyes locked onto two coffins near them. He quickly realized what Orochimaru was planning. The wood clone of Orochimaru suddenly activated Edo Tensei, and two black shadows burst out of the coffins. Hiro recognized the figures immediately: the First and Second Hokage, Hashirama and Tobirama Senju. He could feel the power of Kage level radiating from their beings, though their skins looked cracked, like an incomplete work of art.

The wood clone started laughing out loud, a mix of coughs and blood. "You really didn't hold back, huh, Hiro? I had gifts for you. In order to use the forbidden Jutsu against you, I had to get the best of the best, hunting for elite Jonin materials myself. I think that's why Konoha got news of me."

Hashirama and Tobirama took in their surroundings, confused. Hashirama asked, "Who are you and what year is this?"

Hiro stepped forward, addressing Hashirama. "I am Hiro Uchiha, and I am here to capture a once Konoha ninja who has now been declared rogue: Orochimaru, standing right there."

Tobirama flinched at the mention of "Uchiha" but quickly masked his reaction. Hiro noticed the exchange and saw Orochimaru's smirk. He sighed but felt more determined to battle these two great Hokages.

"We now have a Fourth Hokage," Hiro continued, "with Hiruzen stepping down."

Tobirama's face softened slightly, lost in his own thoughts. Hashirama turned to his brother, saying, "You see, I told you to stop researching forbidden jutsus like this. Now we have to fight our own people even from the dead."

Meanwhile, Orochimaru's clone, having bought enough time for the original to escape from their scope of observation, brought everyone's attention back to himself. "Now now, playtime is over. I hope the powerful Ashura Demon can battle these former Hokages of his village." The wood clone commanded the resurrected Hashirama and Tobirama to attack Hiro.

Tobirama moved first, using his strongest water jutsu. "Suiton: Suiryūdan no Jutsu!" A massive water dragon surged towards Hiro, who dodged it with his Geppo.

Hashirama followed up, summoning his Wood Style. "Mokuton: Mokujin no Jutsu!" A giant wooden figure lunged at Hiro, attempting to bind him. Hiro used Shambles to escape the wooden grasp.

Orochimaru's wood clone, having backed away from the battlefield, smirked as his Edo Tensei puppets attacked Hiro. Now, Hiro had to defend against Tobirama, the strongest water style shinobi to ever exist, and the God of Shinobis, Hashirama. Hashirama used all his wood styles against Hiro, even summoning the Thousand Hands Jutsu. "Mokuton: Senpō Mokujin no Jutsu!"

Tobirama used the Water Prison Jutsu, "Suiton: Suijinheki!" to crush Hiro, but Hiro emerged unscratched, his full body Armament Haki protecting him. He turned suddenly as a kunai streaked towards his face, and Tobirama appeared, using his Flying Thunder God Technique. Hiro, prepared, used Shambles, disappearing from his original location as a massive tree appeared with Hashirama's Mokuton.

The battle raged on, Hiro using his Rokushiki techniques to dodge and counter the relentless attacks. His Geppo allowed him to maneuver mid-air, evading Hashirama's giant wood constructs. "You won't catch me that easily," Hiro muttered, launching a flurry of Haki-infused punches that shattered the wooden hands reaching for him.

Hashirama's voice boomed as he entered Sage Mode, "Sage Art: Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands!" A colossal statue with countless arms materialized, its sheer size dwarfing everything around it. Hiro's eyes widened at the sight but remained focused.

"Impressive," Hiro said, his voice calm. "But not enough." He used Shambles to switch places with one of the statue's hands, evading a crushing blow. With a powerful leap, he closed the distance to Hashirama, delivering a devastating kick that sent the him flying.

Tobirama seized the opportunity, launching a series of explosive water attacks. "Suiton: Suidanha!" A high-pressure water cutter shot towards Hiro, who barely dodged it if not for the time-stopping ability of the World. The ground where he stood moments ago was sliced cleanly, showcasing the attack's lethal precision.

Hiro countered with rapid movements, using Geppo to stay airborne and avoid the deadly water blades. He closed in on Tobirama, their exchange of blows creating shockwaves that reverberated through the forest. Hiro's Armament Haki clashed with Tobirama's Water Style, each impact sending ripples of energy through the air.

"This is getting annoying," Hiro muttered, appearing behind Tobirama while using the World time-stopping ability and landing a powerful kick enhanced with his Rokushiki techniques. Tobirama was sent crashing through several trees but quickly recovered, his eyes glowing with determination.

Hashirama created a forest around Hiro, his Wood Release techniques creating massive trees that closed in on him. "You can't run forever," Hashirama said, his voice echoing through the dense foliage.

Hiro's eyes glinted. "I'm not running." He used Geppo to leap into the air, his body twisting gracefully as he avoided the closing trees. As he descended, he coated his fists with Armament Haki and aimed a devastating punch at Hashirama.

Hashirama blocked with a wooden shield, but the force of the impact sent shockwaves through the ground, cracking the earth beneath them. Tobirama reappeared, attempting to flank Hiro with a water blade.

"Suiton: Suidanha!" Tobirama's water blade sliced through the air, but Hiro anticipated the move, using Shambles to switch places with a chunk of debris. Tobirama's blade missed its mark. "Damn it," Tobirama cursed, regrouping with his brother.

"He's good," Hashirama acknowledged, his eyes never leaving Hiro.

"Better than most," Tobirama agreed.

Hiro landed lightly on his feet, his gaze sharp and focused. "Is that all you have? The legends of the First and Second Hokage seem exaggerated."

The battlefield was a scene of utter destruction, the ground torn apart by their fierce battle. Trees were uprooted, and the once tranquil forest was now a war zone. Despite the odds, Hiro fought with unwavering determination, his mastery of Rokushiki and Armament Haki pushing him to the limits.

The battle intensified. Hashirama's Wood Release clashed with Hiro's speed and agility, while Tobirama's water techniques created a deadly, shifting battlefield. Hiro moved like a blur, his Geppo allowing him to stay one step ahead, his Shambles and time-stopping ability keeping him unpredictable.

Tobirama tried to catch Hiro in a Water Prison again. "Suiton: Suirō no Jutsu!"

Hiro shattered it with a punch coated in Armament Haki. The water exploded outward, drenching the battlefield.

"Enough games," Hashirama said, his voice carrying a hint of frustration. He summoned a massive wooden dragon."Mokuton: Mokuryū no Jutsu!" The dragon lunged, its jaws open wide. Hiro met it head-on, his fists a blur of motion as he pummeled the wooden beast with Armament Haki. Each strike reverberated through the air, the dragon's body splintering under the force.

Just as Hiro thought he was gaining the upper hand, two new coffins burst from the ground. Orochimaru's laughter echoed through the clearing as two more figures emerged. The Third Raikage and the Second Tsuchikage stepped forward, their eyes blank and controlled by Orochimaru's will.

"You're not alone, Hiro," Orochimaru's voice taunted from the shadows. "Let's see how you handle four Kage-level opponents."

Hiro's eyes narrowed, his resolve unshaken. "Bring it on," he muttered, preparing for the next wave of battle. The fight was far from over, and he knew he had to dig deeper into his arsenal of skills to emerge victorious or else he might meet his doom here.