Chapter: 35 First Clash of the Three Gods

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"Kyōsuke, stop!"

Uchiha Madara never imagined that the situation would develop to this point.

He had thought the two of them would get along, but Kyōsuke immediately attacked him upon meeting.

As expected, the peaceful understanding he had hoped for was nothing more than a foolish wish that only the two of them could hold.

Madara was caught in the middle, unable to decide, while the other two were fully engaged in battle.

Facing Kyōsuke's lightning-fast slash, Hashirama's right arm suddenly emitted a massive blue light, a manifestation of chakra that had been overly condensed.

"Damn, does it have to be this exaggerated?"

It wasn't until they truly faced off that Kyōsuke understood why Uchiha Madara had always been suppressed by this man.

The terrifying chakra was practically no different from a human-tail beast.

During the Fourth Great Ninja War, when facing the Jinchūriki of the Ten-Tails, Uchiha Obito, Hashirama gravely remarked that Obito's chakra surpassed his own.

Listen to that—what a terrifying statement.

From this, one could understand just how terrifying the chakra of the God of Shinobi truly was.

Without any protective armor, Hashirama resolutely used condensed chakra to defend against Kyōsuke's full-powered strike.

"Having the heaviness of earth, yet containing the cutting power of wind—what a terrifying guy."

After their hard clash, Kyōsuke decided to test Hashirama's ninjutsu abilities.

But the bowl-shaped head didn't give him a chance.

He kicked up and directly sent Kyōsuke flying, the violent force causing the air to scream in protest.

In addition to chakra, the innate monstrous strength was the second major weapon that allowed Senju Hashirama to dominate.

It could be said that Tsunade's life-long study of the Yin Seal and monstrous strength were merely passive skills for Hashirama.

When facing Uchiha Madara, Kyōsuke immediately sensed the limitations imposed by his body, and when it came to Hashirama, the gap between them instantly magnified several times.

Boom!

Kyōsuke, struck by the kick, was sent flying and landed at the top of a tree about ten meters high.

"Kyōsuke."

Uchiha Madara raised his hand in confusion, as if trying to dissuade him.

The next second, a sharp, screeching sound immediately drew all his attention.

"This is the Lightning Release ninjutsu the outside world talks about," Madara momentarily forgot his internal dilemma.

His instincts as a strong warrior had him anticipating the next battle.

The Sharingan locked onto Hashirama, and at first, Kyōsuke just wanted to test the God of Shinobi's abilities.

Now, he had changed his mind. The bowl-shaped head made him want to punch him in the face, and he had no idea who had cut that ridiculous hairstyle.

Just for that, he decided to let this bastard eat his Chidori.

With a firm resolve, the bird-like cry of the Chidori amplified several times, and the wildly dancing electricity caused the tree branches to collapse violently.

"What a terrifying Lightning Release technique."

In contrast, Hashirama was more in awe of the technique.

He heard his friend's call and realized that the earlier words were indeed spoken by the young man before him.

Moreover, although his opponent's moves were sharp, he did not sense any killing intent.

This meant the young man was not fighting with the intent to kill him.

"I understand."

Hashirama's eyes lit up as he figured out Kyōsuke's plan: "He's testing me. No matter what we do in the future, we must have the power to change everything."

"Truly the wisdom to see the truth. Every action of his contains profound meaning beyond what I can fathom."

Both hands suddenly clasped together, and the next moment, deep purple chakra surged from his body.

Hashirama began to unleash his full strength.

His chakra, far surpassing that of high-ranking ninjas, caused the ground around them to rumble.

"Come on, let me show you my resolve!"

"Bowl-headed, get the hell down!"

Sand and rocks shattered, the earth tilted, and the two figures quickly closed the distance between them.

"You both better stop!!"

Just as they were about to collide, a large folding fan suddenly intervened, perfectly blocking the two surging chakra forces.

Uchiha's rebound!

To avoid hurting anyone, Madara intentionally reduced the force of the rebound.

"Damn, this guy's a pain!"

Kyōsuke, pulling himself out of the rock crevice, collapsed onto the ground. After a while, he finally caught his breath.

Meanwhile, Hashirama quietly crawled out of the river. His face was an expression of utter frustration.

Not long ago, he had seen Madara urinating in the river, and now he had swallowed a whole mouthful of water himself.

If he was happy about it, it would have been a miracle.

As for Madara, unable to think of a good way to resolve the situation, he simply decided to beat both idiots into submission.

"Backstabbing, Madara, you've fallen so low."

"Shut up, if you've got the guts, fight me together!"

"Fine, Kyōsuke, let's team up and take him down."

Half an hour later, the future three gods of the ninja world lay battered and bruised by the river.

To punish Madara, Kyōsuke and Hashirama joined forces and forcefully pressed Madara to the ground, giving him a thorough beating.

However, as they fought, internal discord arose, and the three ended up in a free-for-all brawl.

"Shameless Uchiha."

"Heh, you Senju aren't any better."

With the Sharingan exposed, it was pointless to continue hiding their identities.

But what made both sides happy was that their friendship hadn't been changed by their opposing positions.

"We're still too weak."

Kyōsuke touched the bruises on his face and spoke in a low voice, "This world is much more dangerous than we thought."

In his mind, the distant Otsutsuki Clan quietly emerged.

Even excluding Kaguya, who was sealed on the moon, the shinobi world itself had no shortage of dangers.

The long-active Jashin cult, the Sage of the Six Paths hidden in the Pure Land, the enigmatic monk Jigen whose whereabouts and intentions were uncertain, and Black Zetsu, who was constantly scheming against the Uchiha.

None of them were easy to deal with. If Kyosuke had to face them alone, he would either be worn out or driven mad.

For the sake of the future, he had to protect these two idiots by his side.

Instead of foolishly allowing others to manipulate them, they should focus on figuring out how to step into the realm of Six Paths-level power.

"Indeed, our strength is still insufficient," Hashirama agreed, his voice resolute after hearing Kyosuke's words.

Lying on the ground, he began describing the beautiful vision in his heart.

But it might have been better if he hadn't said anything—nearly every sentence was met with Kyosuke's biting retorts.

"What do you mean 'everyone mind their own business'? Without the financial support of the daimyo, how do you plan to build a village?"

"Are you stupid? Without the daimyo's endorsement, how could ordinary people trust a group of powerful shinobi?"

"The idea of forced intermarriage—did you come up with that using your backside?"

"There's no such thing as everlasting peace. You'll understand that sooner or later."

Listening to their heated argument, Madara smiled contentedly.

It seemed his role as the instigator hadn't been in vain.

The road ahead was fraught with difficulties. Just thinking about the obstacles to resolving hatred was enough to give him a headache.

Turning his head to glance at Kyosuke, whose face was swollen, and Hashirama, who could barely see out of one eye, Madara felt an immense satisfaction.

A satisfaction unlike anything he'd felt before!

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