Spar with Madara

As Yujiro declared that Raikou was now his woman, the Uchiha patrol team found themselves in a state of bewilderment. The situation had taken an unexpectedly absurd turn.

The source of the malevolent chakra they had detected, which had initially sent shivers down their spines, was now proclaimed as someone's partner. This left them feeling confused and somewhat speechless.

They exchanged puzzled glances among themselves, unsure of how to react. It wasn't every day that they encountered such eccentric situations, especially involving someone as powerful and overbearing as Yujiro.

However, their experience as shinobi had taught them that individuals at Yujiro's level often defied conventional logic. They were known for their eccentricities and unorthodox behavior.

So, as baffling as it was, they decided to simply accept the situation for what it was.

The patrol team, while still perplexed, couldn't help but feel a tinge of relief. Raikou's presence alone had been enough to send their sensor's sense into a frenzy, and the malevolent aura surrounding her had set their nerves on edge.

They were acutely aware that, despite their numerical advantage over her, engaging in combat with a woman who possessed such formidable chakra was not a scenario they wished to entertain. The unspoken rule was clear: "Never underestimate a mother protecting her child."

Of course, this adage wasn't a universal truth, especially if the mother in question happened to be a defenseless civilian facing a trained shinobi. In such cases, the outcome was often grim for the mother.

But Raikou was no ordinary civilian. She was a battle-hardened samurai hailing from the Land of Demon, and that fact alone was enough to make the Uchiha patrol team cautious.

They understood that provoking or attempting to subdue her could come at a some fatality, should she decide to unleash her malevolent chakra in defense of her child.

With a collective sigh of relief, the Uchiha patrol team silently acknowledged that they had narrowly avoided a potentially costly confrontation. As they watched Yujiro and Raikou, they couldn't help but wonder about the complexities and mysteries that surrounded the unusual couple.

Then, Madara signaled to his patrol team, instructing them to continue securing Konohagakure's territory. They were to remain vigilant and question any suspicious or unknown shinobi wandering within their domain.

Izuna, who wasn't as powerful as his older brother but was still a formidable shinobi in his own right, followed the patrol team closely. His presence ensured that there would be no ambush or unforeseen threats that could jeopardize the patrol troop.

Although Izuna didn't possess the same level of talent in Inton or Yohton as his brother, he had diligently honed his skills in other areas. If Tobirama was renowned for his mastery of Suiton no Jutsu, Izuna had earned his reputation through the power of Futon no Jutsu.

It was his proficiency in this area that set him apart.

While Tobirama was on a quest to create groundbreaking jutsu that would elevate him to the same level as his brother, Hashirama. Izuna took a different path.

He sought to integrate his existing skills, which included Futon, Katon, Kenjutsu, and Genjutsu, into a seamless and deadly fighting style. His goal was not to create entirely new techniques like Tobirama but to refine and evolve existing ones until they reached their pinnacle.

As Madara approached Yujiro and Raikou, he couldn't help but comment, "Yujiro, is this woman really one of your partners?

Ah, I remember you mentioning her on the second day you arrived here."

Yujiro responded while simultaneously inspecting Raikou for any hidden injuries, "You have a good memory, Madara.

Yes, I initially thought she was one of your villagers, not a Ronin from an extinct clan."

Madara clarified, "She is indeed one of our villagers. However, we were unaware of the nature of her chakra when she entered the village.

She claimed to be a Ronin from the Land of Demon and failed to mention she possessed some form of malevolent chakra."

Raikou felt the need to interject and clarify the situation, "Ano, it's not that I was hiding anything from you.

My bloodline suddenly awakened with this malevolent chakra after spending a night with my Yujiro here."

Yujiro's expression showed a trace of surprise, as he had expected Raikou to resent him for leaving her during her vulnerable pregnancy.

After a brief contemplation, he explained, "It's likely that our bloodlines resonated with each other.

When you bore my child, some of my bloodline may have entered your system and enhanced yours."

A grin formed on Yujiro's face as he continued, "But now, it's of no concern.

Our bloodlines have led us to each other. My charisma and allure are irresistible, after all.

But maybe it is just your bloodline compelled you to spend that night with me."

Raikou blushed and stammered, "N-No! W-Well, maybe a little. But I'm still in control of my body!

I-It was y-your huge and defined muscles are a-attractive, and I-I thought...maybe you were the one."

Yujiro laughed heartily, "Ah, I knew my charm was undeniable, Raikou.

Then I'll show you many ways to spend our time when we arrive in Uzushiogakure!

Hahahaha! Madara, where is your woman, huh?"

Madara, growing impatient with his friend's boasting and narcissism, interrupted, "Enough of that, Yujiro. Don't you want to spar with me?"

Yujiro's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Indeed, I do! I've been developing a new technique, and I want to test it out.

But before that, Raikou, do you have enough strength to go to the village?"

Raikou nodded confidently. "I'll be fine. I also need to buy some essentials for our son."

Then, Yujiro gently kissed her forehead, making her blush even more. He then instructed her to wait as he would take her to dinner with his friends later.

But before she could react and gave him a kiss, he turned and walked away, "Let's go, Madara."

Madara replied, "Hn.", as he proceed to guide Yujiro to one of his training grounds.

Yujiro and Madara ventured to a secluded spot, ready to engage in a training spar. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, they readied themselves for an intense session of combat and technique refinement.

...

In the heart of a secluded training ground, shrouded by towering trees, two formidable ninja stood, their intent clear as day. Hanma Yujiro, the Ogre, squared off against none other than the legendary Uchiha Madara, the God of War.

The air crackled with tension as the two ninja prepared to clash, their eyes locked in a battle of wills. Hanma Yujiro, a mountain of muscle and raw power, flexed his bulging arms, each muscle fiber honed to perfection.

Uchiha Madara, his Sharingan eyes ablaze with crimson intensity, emanated an aura of unwavering confidence.

Madara asked before they started the spar, "So Taijutsu and Nintaijutsu only, huh?" 

Yujiro nodded with eagerness, "Indeed, my other technique doesn't have any improvement as I hit a plateau. 

But I got several new Taijutsu and Nintaijutsu I want to try."

Then, moment of stillness shattered as Yujiro lunged forward, his movements a blur of speed and precision. He unleashed a swift barrage of punches and kicks, each strike infused with devastating force.

Madara, ever the calculating warrior, deftly dodged and parried with graceful fluidity. Madara exclaimed, "You dance well as usual, Yujiro!"

Madara retaliated with his own Taijutsu technique, his lithe form a dance of shadow and light. His strikes were precise and unyielding, each one aimed at exploiting Yujiro's vulnerabilities.

Yujiro, however, was not so easily bested. He blocked and countered with an unyielding resolve, his defenses impenetrable.

Yujiro, his muscles rippling with power, barked, "Is this all the mighty Uchiha Madara can muster? I expected more from a legend!"

Madara, his Sharingan spinning, retorted with a sly smile, "You talk a big game, Yujiro. But words won't save you from the inevitable."

The clash continued, each ninja pushing their bodies to the limits. Yujiro attempted a crushing knee strike, but Madara pivoted gracefully, evading the attack.

In response, Madara's leg shot out, delivering a powerful spinning heel kick that Yujiro barely managed to block with his forearm. The impact sent tremors through the earth beneath them.

Their battle was a mesmerizing display of martial prowess. Yujiro's brute strength clashed with Madara's finesse, creating a symphony of strikes and blocks that echoed through the training ground.

Madara executed a lightning-fast series of jabs, aiming for Yujiro's vital points. Yujiro's formidable defenses held firm as he deflected and redirected each attack with astonishing precision.

The intensity of their exchange was a sight to behold.

With a sudden burst of speed, Yujiro lunged forward, closing the gap between them in an instant. His fists became a blur as he unleashed a rapid-fire combination of punches.

Madara, not to be outdone, met each blow with perfectly timed blocks and counterattacks.

Yujiro grunted as he landed a solid punch on Madara's guard. "You Uchiha are all the same—overconfident and underwhelming!"

Madara retaliated with a quick series of strikes, dodging Yujiro's attempts to counter. "You're a brute, Yujiro. No finesse, just raw strength."

Yujiro laughed heartily, his booming voice echoing through the forest. "Finesse is for the weak. Strength is what matters!"

Madara's eyes gleamed with the Sharingan's power as he taunted, "Let's see how your precious strength fares against true ninja skill."

The battle reached its crescendo as both warriors poured every ounce of their energy into the fight. Yujiro's colossal strength clashed with Madara's unparalleled agility, creating a spectacle of raw power and finesse.

The clash between Hanma Yujiro and Uchiha Madara reached new heights as they unleashed their advanced techniques.

Yujiro's muscles seemed to swell as he activated "Devil Style: Naraka Armor!" His body was enveloped in a dark, menacing aura, and his skin hardened like obsidian.

The transformation gave him an even more imposing presence on the battlefield.

With a thunderous roar, Yujiro charged at Madara, his fists surrounded by the ominous energy, "Devil Style: Naraka Strikes!"

Each punch sent shockwaves through the air, threatening to shatter the very earth beneath them.

Madara, however, was no pushover. He activated "Inton: Illusion Coating!" This technique causing his body to blur and become intangible. Yujiro's strikes passed through him like a ghost, leaving nothing but empty air.

Madara took advantage of this brief moment to bolster his defense. He activated "Inton: Phantom Armor," forming a defensive barrier of swirling illusion chakra around himself.

Yujiro's subsequent attacks struck the barrier but had no effect.

With a sly grin, Yujiro taunted, "Your fancy jutsu won't save you, Madara. You're just delaying the inevitable."

Madara's eyes narrowed, "You underestimate the power of the Uchiha."

Undeterred, Yujiro unleashed another new technique, "Devil Style: Seven Circle of Naraka!"

This was a technique where Yujiro accumulate the power of multiple strike into a single, devastating punch. Then, with precision and force, he aimed for Madara's barrier, causing it to crack and splinter.

Madara, realizing the danger, unleashed his own new technique, "Inton: Phantom Destroyer Fist!" His chakra surged, and a phantom dragon materialized around his arm.

With a furious roar, he launched a punch that clashed with Yujiro's.

The impact sent shockwaves in all directions, creating a small crater beneath them. The forest trembled as their clash of titanic forces continued.

Madara smirked, "Impressive, Yujiro. But you'll need more than brute strength to defeat me."

Yujiro grinned, "I'm just getting started, Madara."

Their battle escalated as they unleashed their final techniques. Yujiro's body radiated dark energy as he channeled "Devil Style: Naraka Wrath."

His fists became wreathed in a sinister aura, and he lunged at Madara with blistering speed.

Madara responded in kind, forming "Inton: Majestic Phantom Fist."

His chakra surged, creating a phantom dragon that coiled around his arm. He met Yujiro's charge with an earth-shattering clash.

Their fists collided, sending shockwaves in all directions. The force of their blows created a shockwave that uprooted trees and tore through the forest.

The ground beneath them cracked, and a crater formed from the sheer power of their collision.

With gritted teeth, Yujiro sneered, "You're good, Madra, but not good enough!"

Madara grunted, "I won't be defeated by the likes of you!"

Their fists continued to collide, each strike more powerful than the last. Blood trickled from their battered knuckles as they poured every ounce of their strength into their attacks.

The forest seemed to hold its breath as the battle reached its climax. The final exchange between the two warriors was a slugfest, a test of endurance and willpower.

Yujiro's Devil Style: Naraka Wrath clashed with Madara's Inton: Majestic Phantom Fist in a cataclysmic collision. The shockwave rippled through the forest, causing birds to scatter and wildlife to flee.

In a final, breathtaking moment, Yujiro feinted a punch, causing Madara to momentarily lower his guard. It was all the opening Yujiro needed.

With blinding speed, he unleashed a devastating roundhouse kick, catching Madara squarely in the chest. The impact sent Madara hurtling backward, crashing into a tree with a thunderous impact.

Leaves and branches cascaded around him around him as he slumped to the ground, defeated but not broken.

Hanma Yujiro stood victorious, his chest heaving with exertion. He had faced one of the most formidable opponents in the shinobi world and emerged triumphant!

As the dust settled, Yujiro extended a hand to Madara, a sign of respect for a worthy adversary. Madara accepted the gesture while grunting.

"It was a good spar, don't you think so, Madara? Hahahaha!"

"Tch, you're just lucky, Yujiro!" 

"Meh, whatever fits your shoes. Oh, before I forget, dinner, same place.

Hashirama will be there, maybe with Tobirama. Bring Izuna too. I'll bring my women, and Mito will be there too.

Bring your woman, if you have one! Pft."

Madara just shrugged and nodded, a sign that he agreed. "Hn!"