Chapter: 43 Dance of Death – Madara's Reckless Waltz

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In large-scale warfare, the greatest fear is being surrounded by enemies.

One misstep, and it's easy to be overwhelmed by multiple attackers.

Take Kyosuke's current situation, for example.

Unless he had access to an "absolute defense" level jutsu, it was nearly impossible to fend off assaults from all directions.

"Die!"

Facing what seemed like an inescapable strike, Kyosuke swiftly formed a series of hand seals.

In the next instant, under the stunned gaze of his opponents, he disappeared completely, leaving only a custom kunai to clatter to the ground.

"Va-vanished?!"

The red-haired shinobi suddenly recalled the rumors he had heard before.

They said that Uchiha's demon-faced Ashura might have mastered some mysterious space-time ninjutsu.

Though he had made a note of it earlier, the man had completely forgotten about it in the heat of battle.

It wasn't stupidity; it was simply that space-time techniques were so rare that most shinobi lacked any effective means to counter them.

"Damn it... don't let me catch you—" Before he could finish, the man's vision blurred.

Kyosuke reappeared, his hand gripping a blade crackling with lightning.

Chidori Blade!

With a sickening squelch, the sword pierced through the man's chest effortlessly.

The paralyzing nature of the lightning ensured that the enemy couldn't even muster a final act of defiance.

[System Notification: You have killed a high-ranking Uzumaki ninja. Points gained: 1,630.]

"Not even 2,000 points? Guess you weren't all that strong," Kyosuke muttered, shaking his head with a look of disdain.

Starting from the Jonin level, the point rewards for defeating opponents rose significantly. However, it was clear that this particular Jonin was newly promoted—a far cry from seasoned veterans.

Two of him combined might not even match the points for a long-established Jonin.

Assessing the significant chakra depletion in his body, Kyosuke felt a surge of frustration. He couldn't help but think this encounter had been a loss.

Casting the Flying Thunder God Technique required a large chakra reserve to be set aside.

For a Kage-level shinobi, this wasn't an issue. But Kyosuke wasn't even at the chakra capacity of a Jonin yet.

A single misstep, and he could have found himself in a precarious situation.

Left with no choice, Kyosuke quickly formed another seal and teleported to a fallback point two kilometers away to recover.

This war was far from over.

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Elsewhere on the battlefield, Uchiha Madara was also locked in combat.

Unlike Kyosuke, Madara had already reached Jonin-level combat capabilities, allowing him to confront any opponent without fear.

Take his current adversary, for example—a veteran Jonin from the Uzumaki clan.

This one was worth at least 3,500 points.

A truly formidable foe, with ample chakra reserves and devastating jutsu at his disposal.

Yet despite the danger, Madara didn't retreat an inch.

With his iconic Uchiha fan in hand, he faced his jutsu-wielding opponent with unshakable confidence.

A massive torrent of water surged toward him.

Without hesitation, Madara swung his fan, effortlessly absorbing the fearsome water dragon.

"What a foolish choice," the young Madara scoffed, a cold smile spreading across his face. With a flick of the fan, the water dragon was sent hurtling back toward the enemy forces.

Uchiha Reflection!

As chakra swirled around him, Madara's scythe swept through the air, cutting down several enemies who dared to approach.

"Good... this is what I like. Burn everything and keep dancing!"

A glint of madness flickered in Madara's eyes as he reveled in the chaos of battle.

Planting his fan firmly into the ground, Madara formed a series of seals. Intense flames began to gather.

Fire Release: Majestic Destroyer Flame!

This supposedly B-rank Fire Release erupted with near S-rank destructive power in Madara's hands.

In the Warring States period, shinobi typically excelled in close-quarters combat.

Fire-style jutsu like these were often used to disrupt enemy formations.

However, what truly brought Madara joy was the visceral thrill of close combat—the "deadly waltz" where blades clashed mere inches from one's body.

He wasn't sure how Kyosuke was faring on his end, but Madara knew better than anyone the importance of a commander's strength.

If you want to avoid your side suffering a large-scale defeat, the best strategy is to break through the enemy's formation and create a gap in their line.

Activating his Sharingan, Madara dashed into the heart of the enemy forces.

With fan and scythe working in tandem, he left a trail of carnage in his wake.

"Uchiha scum! You won't leave here alive today!"

An Uzumaki veteran Jonin closed in, his rage boiling over.

Unfortunately, he charged straight into the smoke expelled by Madara's next jutsu.

Fire Release: Ash Pile Burning!

A cloud of high-temperature ash spread outwards, obscuring vision and burning anything it touched. After lingering for a short time, it erupted in a violent explosion.

Boom!

Stumbling out of the blast radius, the Uzumaki Jonin called for reinforcements.

Forming a defensive formation with four others, they prepared to face Madara head-on.

True to form, the arrogant Uchiha warrior charged straight at them alone.

His blatant disregard for their strength was infuriating.

"You bastard!"

The five unleashed their attacks simultaneously, all converging on Madara.

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Three minutes later.

Covered in blood, Madara cast aside his tattered armor.

Leading the reinforcements that had just arrived, he resumed his relentless assault on the enemy forces.

Behind him, all five adversaries lay lifeless, the veteran Jonin among them. The man's decapitated body painted a grim picture of defeat.

"Not a bad dance," Madara muttered, leaving his fallen enemies with an oddly respectful remark.

Of course, they neither heard nor cared for his praise.

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On the left flank, Kyosuke's Chidori Surge roared like thunder, striking terror into all who witnessed it.

To those who heard it, it felt like receiving a death sentence.

On the right, Madara's wild charge left a trail of mangled bodies. His killing efficiency was nothing short of monstrous.

The combined efforts of the two Uchiha prodigies tore a massive hole through the enemy ranks, forcing the Uzumaki forces into retreat.

Finally, Uzumaki Ashina could no longer sit idly by.

Brushing aside his subordinates' protests, he personally led his troops to the front lines, cutting through all opposition with ease.

It wasn't until Uchiha Hiroki appeared that anyone could stop his advance.

The elder fought valiantly, managing to hold off the enemy commander in an earth-shaking duel.

The clash of two clan leaders was so intense that no one dared to approach within three kilometers—no one except for the two madmen of the Uchiha.

"Take out their commander, and this battle is ours," Kyosuke murmured as he quietly approached the battlefield using the Flying Thunder God technique.

"If we kill him, victory is guaranteed," Madara responded, breaking away from his unit to head straight for the heart of the fight.

The Uzumaki forces noticed Madara's movement and suspected Kyosuke might also join the fray.

But bound by their leader's orders, no one dared approach the battlefield.

Ashina's intentions were clear: use himself as bait to lure out the most important figures in the Uchiha clan.

In doing so, he hoped to negotiate a prisoner exchange that would bring back his beloved daughter.

As for the risk of failure?

Uchiha Hiroki alone wasn't enough to defeat him.

Perhaps if Uchiha Tajima himself were present, there might be a 30% chance.

With recent advancements in sealing techniques, Ashina's power had reached unparalleled heights.

Even among the shinobi world's strongest, few were worthy of his respect now.

It wasn't arrogance—it was confidence born of true strength.

[Chapter End's]

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