"So for you, it's more believable if I say that I'm a Shinigami? In a way you could say I'm a Shinigami, indeed. Because this reality... Is Hell."
Madara Uchiha
The storm came abruptly, brewing and gathering with unmatched intensity it shadowed everything in dreary gray clouds and ominous black clouds before splitting open and releasing the long awaited torrent. It wouldn't be denied its glory. It was torrential and unrelenting, the rain fell in thick sheets obscuring everything and anything, heaving the land as thunder boomed above and lightning struck the once scorched sand that was rushing almost turning into a thick and copious liquid.
Many would run and seek shelter from the pelting rainfall. Others would use an umbrella only for the item to be swept away. Others would take refuge and cower before the mighty thunder and radical lightning that showed its keen supremacy over everything on the earth, making the ground shake and tremble from its unfathomable might.
BOOOOMMMM!
BOOOOOOOMMMMM!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!
Be it thunder or explosions or the crackling lightning that appeared only to disappear once more the ground quaked and shook, heaving against the brutal force of whatever impact decided to grace itself upon it struggling to hold itself together and not split into a wide fissure. It had become too much of a commonplace even for the stoic and everlasting terrain that its might was questioned in the form of ninjutsu, the horrid storm, the radical lighting, and the thunder that boomed mightily through the sky.
It wasn't swayed.
Syrus let out a deathly roar, voice echoing over the thunder, soaked to the bone and clenching the hilt of his sword deathly tight as it dribbled with red droplets from the hilt all the way to the tip slamming into the liquid sand at his feet that swished and swashed with each tremor. Hashirama was close battling Daiki furiously evading the strikes that would without any doubt tear clean through him and leave half of his body littered on the ground and the other half splattered twenty feet away.
Tobirama and his own two siblings barreled into the hordes of attacking shinobi backed by their own numbers and veered off in every direction successfully taking the focus off of them allowing them to clash with the leaders.
When the Uchiha and Domou showed up they'd be alerted and rush to their positions wherever that may be at that moment in time.
Lightning struck.
Thunder erupted.
The storm didn't scare him or make him tremble, he held fast with a ghastly glint in his eyes, the storm was a visual representation of the emotions that ran rampant through him at this very time and before. One. Two. Two Sarutobi foolishly attacked him and without any hesitation or second thought he tore through them both, bones splitting and skin squelching as his blade tore its way clean into and through their soft bodies. "Too afraid to come at me head on, monkey!?" Syrus demanded, a sneer coming across his face once he locked eyes with the man that all of his ire and anger was focused on; Sasuke.
The leader of the Sarutobi smirked, inclining his head in a condescending manner-as if to look down on Syrus despite the younger man being a few inches taller than him. It was a goading gesture, one that drew a vicious growl from his opponent as he bared his fangs-just like a wolf. "Tch. If you're in such a hurry to die." Sasuke obliged him with a wicked smirk.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The two danced and dashed around each other, swords glaring and slicing through the raindrops that dared to get between them if only for a second, Syrus's attacks furious and savage aiming for the head, legs, arms anticipating to see blood gushing from the severed limbs as they fell pitifully into the sand. He didn't just want to defeat Sasuke, he wanted to maim him, inflict unbearable pain and punishment before he pulled the curtains down and stabbed him right through the throat splitting his body down vertically.
Sasuke expected this, anticipating that the wolf would come at him with all intents to rip him limb from limb, it didn't matter if it was with his bare hands or with a weapon the result would be the same. He parried and blocked the furious and precise sword strikes narrowly evading them when they skewed too close to his neck or face, the glinting gleam of the blade followed by that ghastly glare in the man's eyes kept him on the move, pressing the tempo. He couldn't let Syrus press the tempo.
His parry was crisp and clean, no single flaw was evident as he shifted passed the blade poised for his mouth and struck out with a quick counter strike, teeth gritting against his mouth as Syrus blocked the strike shoving him forward and striking out once more, if possible with more fury and vehemence than before. Just as he expected. Again he blocked the vicious strikes, retaliating with quick and sweeping slashes that pushed Syrus back more and more as he danced around the slashes or avoided them altogether lashing out with his fists, feet, knees, elbows, and sword spinning and shooting across the ground like a spry and cunning tiger.
There wasn't a single wasted movement on either's behalf. Syrus's attacks mysterious, erratic and sporadic constantly changing and shifting like the tides under the moon. First he was kicking, then punching, then throwing quick elbows and spinning on both hands as he kicked his feet out from under him spinning like a corkscrew. It was controlled chaos, an unplanned routine that twisted and spiraled all on its own guided with his wits and experience.
Sasuke's attacks were the total opposite of the wild and blitzed frenzy of Syrus. Precise, swift, concise, and pointed he pressed the tempo every chance he got slamming his shin's into Syrus's when a kick came too close, parrying a vicious slash, dodging a series of spinning kicks and backhands, every movement was thought out and executed with nothing short of perfection and expectation. He couldn't match the wild and erratic attack style of Syrus, but he didn't need to match it, he flowed with the rabid tide spotting moves well in advance and hastily dodging the next four that followed in rapid succession.
Their steps met just as their blades heaved against each other, wrists bracing against the impact that threatened to shatter their bones. A test of strength was well in order, but finesse would be the key to the victory of this stalemate, again and again, they twisted their stances pressing and swiveling their swords trying to push the tempo, trying to take the other off guard.
They bind against each other, their blades rattling against the continued pressure, finding reprieve as they screeched against each other sending sparks flying around them as they separated.
They met on the battlefield several times now, each time their battles were furious and fast paced lasting only a few minutes to a few hours at best, they knew what the other was thinking and what moves would be used in retaliation. It was always the Sarutobi pushing the limit, trying to tread closer and closer before they were snagged and things erupted.
Boiling with confidence Sasuke fueled massive fireballs with his potent chakra, forming one into several rapidly without a second's notice. His clan was known to be strong willed and specialize in fire jutsus, his fire jutsus being of a different caliber altogether.
He launched them forward, not one after the next, not two at a time, but all in unison. The orbs of vicious flames crackled and sizzled against the torrential rainfall sending up steam clouds for several feet, tearing their way through the sand in a restless manner, spurred on by Sasuke's confidence and anticipation they couldn't be stopped.
With a quick hand seal. Horse. Syrus slammed his hands onto the sand at his feet, gritting his teeth as he allowed his chakra surge out around him forcing tendrils and pillars of earth to tear upwards out of the sand. They jutted out in every direction as they tore themselves free, spiraling towards the barrage of fire with on reprieve, growing more vast and abundant as they ripped towards Sasuke willing themselves to coil and constrict him, rip his limbs clean off as if they weren't reinforced with tendons, chakra, muscles, and ligaments.
BOOOOOOM!
They collided with vicious force, both of them bracing against the tremor that ripped its way out around them, in a menacing display of power, bright debris and slabs of earth were sent soaring skyward well above them dispersing their flaming tails leaving the debris to wither itself away amidst the ferocious rainfall.
One after the next they collided with the earth sliding and borrowing their way several hundred feet deep kicking up mountains of wet and coarse sand leaving it to trail off like waterfalls shrouding everything in grainy mist.
"Is that the best you can do?" Syrus eyed Sasuke, a deathly glint in his eyes as his tongue lashed mockingly.
"Don't be in such a hurry to die." Sasuke smirked at him, leveling his sword carefully, dark eyes narrowing. "It'd be a shame to see your alliance with the Senju be cut short so soon."
"You don't need to concern yourself with that, you monkey."
"Wolf."
Syrus grinned a wolfish grin, eyes glinting as lightning cracked into the ground.
"Once they see your true colors..." Sasuke sneered. "Do you think they'll accept wolves in their midst? Cannibals who only thirst for blood and battle... Who live only for mayhem and carnage..."
Syrus's eyes flared with unbridled rage, his killing intent leaking out in torrent waves. "Like I said that doesn't concern you the slightest. I've already prepared for every outcome... But, for insulting my clan I'm going to rip your head off with my bare hands you won't have the pleasure of a swift and merciful death, you will suffer and writhe in agony."
Sasuke growled viciously, the memory of his subordinate's head being tossed at his feet in the compound by Yuto several days ago triggered a horrid reaction out of him. "I'd love to see you try doing that."
This battle was getting nowhere fast, every strike thrown was countered, every slash and stab was evaded and dodged, it was turning into a stalemate where there'd be no clear winner or loser. Sasuke definitely had the numbers edge, but that could be negated, Syrus had the wild and unpredictable fighting style which could be anticipated.
"Syrus, watch out!"
Alerted by the sudden shout and influx, he swiveled against the unseen force whipping one arm out and forward with brutal and unyielding force, hearing the deafening screech of a sword rupturing into his ears as his eyes captured Daiki with one palm outstretched, Hashirama blocking the strike with his cleaver blade, followed shortly by Hajime adjusting his sword from the sudden and vicious swing. They slid apart, feet tearing trenches as they struggled to purchase against the slick surface, finally halting a few feet apart.
"Daiki, I almost forgot you were here." Sasuke quipped in an arrogant tone. "Oh, you're there too Hajime, I thought I seen your ugly mug." He locked eyes with Hashirama, automatically disdain and hatred were clear in his orbs. "And, we meet again Hashirama..."
"Listen-"
"Shut the fuck up." Sasuke spat at the tan skinned man. "I don't want to heat a thing you have to say, Senju! Now I've got all of you here, at the same time to my luck. I'll kill all of you."
"You won't be so smug when I rip your vocal cords out with my bare hands." Hajime growled out, eyes darting to Syrus and then Hashirama settling for a moment before flicking back onto Sasuke. "It's high time your clan of monkeys gets wiped off the face of this world. I'll start by killing you and wiping out any possible trace that you ever existed."
Daiki sneered at everyone present. "I thought you were all smarter than this, trying to challenge me and my clan to a battle means certain death. The Hyuga have the all seeing eye, nothing escapes our vision!" It was hard to say who he directed this scathing comment to, it'd be safe to say all of those gathered were under the oppressing force of it.
"You Hyugas always think of yourselves as nobility among shinobi clans, how hubris." Syrus snarled. Denying they were strong and skilled would be foolish, the Hyuga were very powerful, but also extremely flawed... The biggest flaw being how they bind and enslaved their own-making a branch family to only protect the main family, and to boot the branch family wasn't taught the main family techniques. "You only see what you want to see with that eye disease you have the gall to call a dojutsu."
"I've had about enough of this." Hajime sneered raising his sword with one hand before clasping it with his other, settling into a loose stance.
Syrus smirked. "Yes, it would seem we can agree on something. I never like long winded bouts like this."
Branches and trunks. Streams of fire and tendrils of earth. Colliding streaks of lightning. They mingled with each other in violent symphonies chipping away at each other's foundations as they fought for supremacy, fire burns wood, lightning mingles with fire and is cancelled by wind, earth is split by lightning and scorched by fire but fortifies and strengthens wood they battered against each other refusing to wilt and wither against a superior force, against each other.
Destroying their variables, and preconceived matches in violent gusts and streams of hurtling chunks of earth and wood shrouded with lightning and scorched with fire smashing into tons of remnants of the forest that sprouted within an instant.
Craters and holes clattered against the ground, forcing the earth to cave in and split against their superiority leaving the fighters to sprint and spring across the sudden shift.
So much happened in the span of several minutes. Sasuke, Daiki, and Hajime charged first colliding with Syrus and Hashirama. Thousands of strikes and slashes were exchanged rattling the air itself and banging against their ear drums, Syrus and Hashirama split up the work going after all three of them switching between Hajime, Sasuke and Daiki, Daiki, Hajime and Sasuke, and Sasuke, Daiki, and Hajime moving across the terrain at break-neck speeds kicking up sand in large cyclones splattering them off to the side.
Sasuke speared forward kicking out and nailing Daiki square in the chest sending him flying back, only to be struck by Hajime screeching his attack to a halt, Syrus swept out towards Hajime aiming for his legs, but the man jumped over the attack striking out only to be blocked by Hashirama's cleaver blade once again.
Again they collided with no sense of guilt or hesitation. Syrus shot across the ground like a spinning top kicking Sasuke across the side forcing his body to contort unevenly, hastily swinging one leg up and flipping on a tight axis tucking his legs in and avoiding Daiki's chakra imbued palm, hastily twisting and blocking Hajime's wild swing the force to the blow jarring his wrists and sending him flying off to the side sending him flying through branches.
Daiki took advantage of the opening and rammed his chakra imbued palm into Hajime's blade as he made to swipe his head clean off, cracking the gleaming piece of steel like it was a bamboo wicker and scattering shards into the ground leaving the tip to pierce into the sand.
Hajime retaliated with vehemence ramming an elbow clean across Daiki's mouth sending the Hyuga leader screeching back as he struggled to gather his took the opening, beaming forward with a quick surge of chakra in his compact legs ramming for his side, only to be blocked by Sasuke and receive a sharp kick for his troubles but not before swiping forward with his cleaver skidding a cut across Sasuke's forearm tearing through the sleeve and dribbling blood out.
He surged forward, lashing at Hashirama with anger and fury, sword against sword they clashed and collided breaking off as Syrus shot passed them battling against Hajime and Daiki in a furious staccato.
"RAAAHHHH!" Naturally, one of them needed to break through the incessant tangle of strikes and slashes, it all came down who was more brash. And, naturally, Sasuke veered straight into the tangled conflict sword beaming out in a precise stab aimed for whoever it had the fortunate chance to strike. Unluckily, though, the attack was blocked at the very last second by Syrus, shifting his weight on a dime and propelling himself away as the impact of his strike sent Sasuke sliding back away from them.
"You're a little tougher than I gave you credit for." Sasuke said, slowly wiping some blood away from his mouth staring at Hajime who copied his action, a tanto clenched tightly in his right hand as he warily shifted his footing.
"Eat shit, you damned monkey." Hajime spat derisively.
"You hurt my feelings." Sasuke quipped, sarcasm dripping on every word. "Fair enough, I'll put you out of your misery."
"Not before I kill you." Daiki snarled, one palm facing forward imbued in the same potent dark blue chakra that could rotate around him at a second's notice. "Don't get so ahead of yourself, do I need to repeat myself!? We the Hyuga have the all seeing eye, nothing escapes our vision, and we have no weakness." It was a goad, a lure to get one of these temper and emotionally prone men to strike out first so he could capitalize and take their head right from their shoulders. The Hyuga did have one weakness, it wasn't very well known but their near three hundred and sixty degree vision suffered one drawback, one flaw... A blind spot at the back of the neck above the third thoracic vertebra.
"You're a broken record." Syrus scoffed in disdain, glowering at Daiki before a smirk slowly crossed his face. "If you think you can beat me with that eye disease you're sorely mistaken. You only see what you want to see with those eyes, all seeing eye my ass." He hated the Hyuga with a passion, hated everything that they stood for. Hated how they thought of themselves as nobility among shinobi clans, walking around high and mighty with nothing short of absolute hubris, hated how they bind their own with that curse seal in order to protect their Byakugan and its secrets, most of all he hated how they constantly tried pushing onto their territory. "It'll be a brighter day when your clan is no more... I'll start it by killing you!"
No more words.
They sprinted towards each other, wills and blades colliding once more. They couldn't stand one another respectively it just wasn't about fighting, but supremacy. They tangled themselves up, weaving and ensnaring their blades and blows, it was all synonymous and simultaneous, every parry and strike led to one dodging another, each step calculated and measured only to shift into a pivot and careen across the ground in a wild gyre.
They couldn't best one another so settled on slamming fists and shins, elbows and forearms into each other hoping to snap bones like twigs and rupture organs like simple playthings. Again and again they clashed, blades screeching as they winded against each other knowing only to spill blood.
"Hashirama! Watch your eight o'clock!"
"Pull back!" Dozens of shinobi shouted in alarm and shock.
Hashirama tensed, quickly speeding away and off to the side feeling the flicker of enormous chakra before it became unfathomable and spread out like a torrent shaking the earth as it shot off in every direction roaring as sharp as gale force winds. There were very few things that could cause such alarm from him. He knew this without a single doubt as he turned his eyes onto the pressure bearing down on him. Wind and fire... Furrowing his brows he watched the attack mow through the very ground and a good portion of the battling shinobi around him before exploding in a violent display of power spreading outward in a series of rabid cyclones. Which means...
Syrus, Daiki, Sasuke, and Hajime skidded across the ground for a moment, feet tearing into it as they struggled against the sharp winds pelted by the torrent of raindrops clattering against the earth.
"It's about time they show up." Syrus smirked to himself. "I was wondering when she'd decide to grace me with her presence."
Madara... Hashirama thought, eyes darting towards his presence.
Madara flashed his gunbai through a Hageshii shinobi's neck, powering through as he met the bone and with a sharp twist cleaved it in two spilling out marrow and blood in the same motion. His movements precise and fluid, flaring with his crimson eyes he sped forward slicing and slashing through any opposition.
Mikito beamed passed him like a flash of turbulent wind, not drawing her sword and instead started smashing her way through the ranks of shinobi charging towards them from all sides in a vicious display of taijutsu. Her fists smashing through skulls littering the ground with blood and gore, her powered strikes denting and welting the thick armor as if it never even existed.
Izuna and Souji shot passed him mowing down all attackers in a series of speedy stabs and cuts, Izuna focusing more on dexterity and grace while Souji hacked and slashed pivoting and twisting on the balls of his feet rapidly shifting his weight taking on six shinobi at once, with one final bone breaking slash Izuna cut through Sarutobi shinobi's armor colliding with his ribs and tearing into his abdomen, watching as he clattered against the ground rolling uncontrollably before slamming into a horde of charging Hageshii and Hyuga spilling them across the terrain.
Haji, Usagi, and Tobirama landed close to Hashirama blood smearing their clothes and spotting their armor.
"Hashirama!" Madara smirked, slamming one foot into the ground leering at the tan skinned Senju.
"Ah, it's that Madara fellow." Hajime observed with fierce eyes, slowly shifting his footing against the wet surface. "I must thank you for taking care of that pest Tomoyuki and his band of renegades, you saved me the trouble of having to take care of it myself." Tomoyuki had always been a thorn in his side, both of them meeting on the battlefield countless times but unlike the levelheaded Tunoichi who he could respect, Tomoyuki was radical in his highhanded ways and views. He needed to be dealt with.
"We didn't do it for your sake." Mikito said in a low tone, eyes glinting as she focused them onto Hajime. "I wasn't going to let them have their way, just like I'm not going to let you have your way..."
"Well isn't this just great." Sasuke chuckled to himself, his deep voice rumbling as he did so. Luck was definitely on his side today. "Madara and Mikito finally you two decide to show up, I was wondering how long it was going to take."
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting." Mikito said impassively. "But, I am here now." She pointed her focus onto Souji. "Take care of Haji." She turned to Ahiko. "Take care of Usagi."
Souji nodded darting for Haji. Blades colliding as they shot off to the side, twisting and spinning against each other, narrowly blocking and avoiding severe strikes. Haji pivoted as Souji spun slamming his blade against his, the force driving them both back before they veered away from them speeding and rocketing across the landscape avoiding hordes of enemy shinobi as they kept their focus pinned on each other.
"I got it." Ahiko nodded, beaming towards Usagi. The shorter girl blocked the tip of the spear before lunging back, hastily batting it aside with a sharp swing narrowly avoiding the kick that was aimed for her chest, both veering away from them as their battle took them across the terrain and into hordes of Hageshii, Sarutobi, and Hyuga shinobi forcing them to fight off the newcomers while dashing for each other in a series of lightning quick stabs and slashes.
"I'll handle the white haired bastard." Izuna said with a malice sneer, swinging his sword to the side watching the blood splatter before being diluted by water. "Handle things here, brother."
"You needn't worry." Madara said, confidence and arrogance roiling from his figure. "I'll take care of things here, you just focus on that bastard."
The battle had started as the sun neared its complete descent under the guise of the pink and light blue backdrop nestling it comfortably. He anticipated as much, the Sarutobi would launch an attack the first chance they got-unlike the last time which was just a few fireballs, it was a total series of fireballs easily over a dozen in number each of them potent and surging as beacons in the dreary scenery.
Though he should have expected the Hageshii to make their move as well, he hadn't considered it, unfortunately. The Sarutobi were no small threat and demanded his full attention, quite simply he couldn't divide it with a clan who's leader was after nothing more than glory if he could even consider it that much. And, there was the Uchiha and Domou who would without any tread of a doubt make their presence known and start cutting down hordes of shinobi by the hundreds.
Merciless, ruthless, powerful, bloodthirsty. Both were known as such, the Uchiha were feared, but there was a feeling of horror and terror just by the mere mention of the Domou-demons who drank the blood of their victims from the head.
It was ridiculous, nothing short of a rumor started up by some fellow or group that was unfortunate to tread near their territory, and even more foolishly try to shove their way in. Their deaths widespread, the carnage left behind of barely recognizable bodies, faces split and some ripped clean off, it wasn't a surprise such a horrendous rumor would be started and hold itself firm for centuries.
Fortunately he was pragmatic and focused on the concrete facts instead of rumors that were terribly blown out of proportion. Unfortunately, this pragmatic side of him was double edged, his focus pinned on these four clans, the very inevitable attack led by Hajime was indeed carried out. Admittedly he had been caught off guard by the sudden attack, shinobi were opportunistic but not stupid. Whatever it they were after he couldn't care less, all that mattered was they needed to be dealt with.
As luck would have it, destiny, fate... Whatever ideal cooked up in the minds of humans the Domou and Uchiha showed up. Usagi battled Ahiko, Haji battled Souji, Disuke went straight after Aito while Tsugi went after Isamu. Ryoku went after Isami. Hesui shot towards Shin. Toka and the others shot around them everyone else dispersing and swarming out in every direction before colliding in the middle again; he couldn't say who was battling who at this moment.
It was chaos. All of their forces swarmed and shrouded against each other, there was certainly death. The obnoxious odor of blood and the beginnings of decay weren't able to be avoided or stifled.
He found himself clashing with Izuna, sword on sword, fist against fist, shin to shin. His narrowed ruby eyes, glinting in the darkness collided with the cold and hateful glare of the crimson eyes that he grew to hate. That he grew to detest.
They met countless times, each time it was always the same. They'd push and push only to end it all in a stalemate with no clear winner.
He dodged and parried the concise assault Izuna blitzed him with, the Uchiha sparing no second as he pressed his attack, each step and block was precise leading up to his next attack, his next move. He'd use his speed to evade the frenzied stabs skewing just inches from his neck, face, and eyes.
One. Two. Three. They attacked in unison, with Izuna's eyes glowing brightly in the darkness, Tobirama sped away from the first slash retaliating against the second batting it aside, hastily drawing his arms up stopping the tip from piercing into his side.
They pushed against each other, feet digging in the ground as they spun and twisted, every attack and every counter was answered and recalled. Izuna had dexterity and nimbleness, Tobirama had speed and anticipation pressing one attack forward and surging six more in tandem, not at all surprised to see Izuna jumping and parrying passed them returning the favor with fever pitched slashes and hacks.
Two. They collided once more, Izuna pressed in a half hemisphere completing the sphere when his sword slammed into Tobirama's skewing the tip a few meters. Sliding, Tobirama rebounded, completing his own hemisphere blocking the stab that was cued for his spine.
The impacts were harsh, jarring, and stern. Shaking their wrists and the bones in their arms all the way to their toes as they slid and spun seeking opening after opening, not willing to give an inch, not a moment's weakness, speedy and precise they continued to move in sync with one another.
Anticipating the next step, the next pivot, their swords clanged and screeched, spilling out sparks before their eyes before they separated letting the impact carry them along the ground before coming to a halt.
It's about time I try this jutsu... Tobirama thought, feet shifting against the slick and wet surface. Battling Izuna was always a hassle in of itself, his Sharingan anticipating his every movement, his every breath and flicker, he rarely activated his Mangekyo-in fact he couldn't remember a time when Madara's younger brother had activated the Mangekyo. Unlike Madara, Izuna refrained from using it.
Izuna zipped forward, pressing one foot into the ground with unreal force kicking up a torrent of sand as the gap between them was closed. He swung down vertically clasping the hilt sharply with one hand, it'd be a lethal blow, diagonally cutting from the collarbone beyond the hip.
Fingers clenched against the hilt even tighter as it was met with resistance scrapping and jarring against the opposite cold steel, Tobirama had the keen reflexes to block it at the last second. Turning sharply, Izuna swiped out with his leg, connecting solidly with Tobirama's chest sending him veering back, watching as two trenches were torn before him by his feet scrambling for support.
"It's been a while since we've last fought, Tobirama." Izuna's cold and hateful mask broke, tearing into a smirk. "Don't tell me you're losing heart already."
"You shouldn't be so cocky, Izuna." Tobirama snarled, ruby eyes narrowing dangerously as he glowered at the Uchiha. "It'll be the death of you one day."
"Tch," Izuna scoffed, flipping his sword and sharply clasping it with an overhand grip, "that day isn't anytime soon. Don't confuse me being self assured with being cocky."
"Hmph." Tobirama kicked out his legs, ridding the coarse and heavy sand from his sandals. It was going to take ages to get the sand out of them, but that was a moot point at the moment. I'll need six shuriken. He thought to himself, one hand fishing into his utility belt that always remained snug against his waist, readying one shuriken with a complex seal attached to its handle. "It doesn't matter with you Uchiha, you're all cut from the same cloth. I'd say the Domou are no better, seeing as they allied themselves with you."
"Ignorant as usual, don't speak of things you have no knowledge of. Speaking with such disdain, Souji will have your head on a stake with your jaw ripped out." Izuna snarled, smirk fading being replaced with the cold and hateful mask from before. This bastard spoke as if he knew everything there was to know about the Uchiha. Spoke of them as if they were a disease of the world, something that needed to be exterminated. Exterminated so the Senju could reign supreme and remain on their damned high horse.
Tobirama offered no verbal response, his response came in the form of colliding with Izuna, eyes glowering as he pushed against him struggling for supremacy. He didn't know all there was to know about the Domou, only rumors and what he seen from their actions, information was scarce on them and the Subatsu for that matter;Izuna seemed to favor the Domou in a sort of kinship. Strange.
But, he knew this wasn't a farce there had been talks that Yuto Uchiha sent back the head of a Sarutobi shinobi they had captured, and his jaw was ripped out-that must have been Souji's doing.
Izuna or Madara must have cut off the Sarutobi's head.
He pressed forward, one foot stomping into place as he swiped to the side with his shuriken in hand.
Izuna dodged the precise swipe batting the shuriken off to the side with a quick swing, dashing in for a severe strike on his nemesis, again Tobirama flung two shuriken his way, and with the same speed he deflected them with ease paying no mind as they sunk into the sand a few inches.
Impact upon impact he shoved Tobirama back, only to be shoved back himself, they detested each other, couldn't stand each other, blades collided again, and this time Tobirama kicked out slamming his foot clean into Izuna's side forcing him to skid back along the rocky grains.
He shot forward, surging chakra throughout his entire body until it blistered outwards in waves, just as he anticipated Izuna deflected his slash and in turn batted away another shuriken. With narrowed eyes Tobirama scoped the area, nodded mentally, and surged forward once more.
He couldn't overcome Izuna's dexterity and excellent kenjutsu, but Izuna couldn't overcome his speed and reflexes, slash after slash, stab after stab it was clear it was going to turn into a stalemate. One. Two. He fired two shuriken and with the same fluidity as before Izuna struck them one after the next sending them hurtling into the sand.
"All out of shuriken." Izuna quipped, changing his grip once again, clasping his hilt with two hands in an orthodox grip.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Tobirama counted the shuriken sticking out of the sand. Four feet apart roughly, twenty four feet in total. He concluded within a second, eyes darting to the shuriken once more before scoping the distance between them, all of the seals still wrapped around the handle.
"It appears so, however..." He paused, setting his jaw as he flashed through three hand seals. Boar. Dragon. Bird. "Six point green barrier!" He shouted, his chakra flourishing causing the seals to glow before exploding outwards.
Shit! Izuna cursed, darting off to one side only to be met by a barrier... A green barrier of some sort, quickly he shot off to the side, twisting off of his left foot and veered to the next side only to collide with a Senju shinobi and Hageshii shinobi he let out a feral snarl tearing through the Hageshii's armor and piercing the tip of the man's ribs, hastily turning and slamming his foot into the Senju's leg forcing the bone to tear through his skin at the kneecap sending the older man rolling away howling in pain.
Damn Senju! He beamed forward, cut off by another surging green sheet of chakra abruptly cancelling his sprint forcing him to a halt.
"Fuck, how could we fall for such a thing!?" Snarled a Hageshii shinobi, infuriated as he glared at the barrier trapping them.
"Leave it to a Senju, damn cowards." A Sarutobi shinobi spat.
"Bust through the damn thing!" A hyuga shouted to his comrades, rapidly rotating as a surge of blue chakra rolled off of them barrelling into the barrier with vicious force. It slackened, but it didn't give out and remained firm. All of the shinobi gathered copied their action slamming their swords and fists into it, erupting the ground with a quick jutsu sending it crashing into the sheets of chakra only for it to crumble.
Tobirama observed his handy work with a small scowl, it had taken extreme planning and anticipation to trap Izuna as well as few dozen or more enemy shinobi, the barrier rose forty feet high and expanded to exactly twenty four feet in width connecting to the shuriken planted into the ground. He couldn't get passed that dexterity, but he could use it to his advantage. Now to finish it.
Suiton! Uzu jettobasu shōtotsu! He slammed his hands together, ground shaking beneath his feet as he allowed the full extent of his chakra to surge out once more in a vicious pulse. Water corkscrewed and rocketed in a wild funnel rapidly forming into a vortex, spiraling and coiling even faster as it surged into life inside of the barrier, separating into another vortex and another, and then another.
Dozens of cyclones coiled and whirled, roaring out against the screams and collisions against it before colliding with each other in a violent torrent of liquid spilling out thousands of gallons in turbulent waves. They continued twisting and spiraling smashing into the enemy shinobi and Izuna throwing them from one side to the next life rag dolls, filling the barrier up rapidly.
Through the roaring water and irate curses of shinobi close by being flung and slammed he could make out a voice. It was all too familiar, and for the first time since this battle he felt apprehension tear into him like fangs. "Izuna!"
Fuck. Izuna cursed, struggling to gain his wits as he was pelted by furious torrents and slammed into a Sarutobi shinobi back first sending them both careening into one side of the barrier. He could hear ribs break and the gurgles of nearby Hageshii and Hyuga shinobi as they began to drown. No, Yuko! He fought against the current, sword long since let go in the chaos and force of the unexpected jutsu, his arms flailed out, and his eyes darted passed the waves spotting a familiar bright red mane.
"If you attack me, I will not hesitate." Tobirama growled out the warning, eyeing Yuko will glinting rubies.
Yuko didn't care for the warning, this man... He was going to kill Izuna, drown him before her eyes. No she wouldn't let it happen! "Go to hell!" She snarled, charging forward and slashing at the white haired Senju, her blow deflected with startling force sending her sliding back.
She shot forward once more, colliding with him and pushing against him, the blades screeching a deafening tune as they twisted and spun, finally Tobirama forced her back slamming a foot harshly into her stomach sending her rolling back.
"Ngghhh..." Yuko grunted, pulling herself up to her feet and clasping the hilt of her sword, eyes narrowing viciously as she dodged a series of stabs, finding an opening and lashed out, gritting her teeth as Tobirama hastily blocked the attack sliding back and away from her. Damn, he's strong... Wasn't expecting that hit to hurt as bad as it did...
"Will you persist?" Tobirama asked stoically.
"Shut up!" Yuko snarled.
"Then it can't be helped."
He couldn't let her do something so foolish, he was the only one who could fight Tobirama. The bastard would kill her without a question, even if she was just a woman and not up to par with him, the fact she was an Uchiha sealed her fate.
I've got no choice... He didn't fight against the waves anymore letting them take him over as he shut his eyes. Mangekyo! He shouted mentally, eyes snapping open, three tomoes swirling inwards and spreading out into three bold lines connected with a larger circle. Furiously, chakra surged around him blistering into a violent red before a massive arm shot forward, colliding with the barrier and dispersing it without any trouble spilling out thousands of gallons of water in the process and the bodies of the dead.
"Tobirama!" Izuna bellowed, eyes glowing with nothing short of pure hatred. The arm returned to his side as the body surged with potent chakra, growing and materializing itself until a skeleton fully formed around him before jutting out with two legs slamming into the sand as tendons and muscles coiled and wrapped around its massive body, glowing outwardly before infusing to form a 'skin'.
Unlike Madara's Susano'o which was marked by two faces on both sides of its head with jagged teeth and an almost demonic as well as twisted visage.
Izuna's was marked with a fairly humanoid face without jagged teeth and a mask secluding its face while its glowing yellow eyes were shoruded with wisps of chakra rolling off its scalp acting as hair, two massive arms surged on the sides clasping burning ethereal blades that formed of their own free will. Nothing like the six arms in total of Madara's Susano'o. Two mighty legs slammed into the ground shaking the landscape and alerting everyone to the sudden charge of chakra. "You even touch one hair on her! I'll burn you until even your ashes don't remain!" He snarled, flicked his eyes onto Yuko. "Get out of here!"
"But-"
"Get out!" Izuna roared.
"Mangekyo Sharingan..." Tobirama took his focus off of the shocked Yuko, pointing it solely onto Izuna. "In that case I will..." He narrowed his eyes, slamming his hands together and sending out a massive pulse of chakra kicking up sand around them, a shock wave billowed out in rapid succession around them, on reflex he swung his arm up as another shock wave dispersed around him forcing Yuko to fly back as well as any surrounding shinobi away from the sheer force of it. Propelling them across the terrain like pin balls.
Feet planted firmly in the ground he raised one arm up again with lightning speed, catching the charged fist of the Susano'o as it plowed forward with unrestrained power sending a shock wave rolling across the ground behind them kicking up gale force winds in its wake.
Tobirama heaved, spotting a flicker of moment-it was slight but blindingly fast, he had just a second to react with a sharp inhale he shot off to the side dashing back as the charged blade tore into the ground where he previously stood ripping through it like confetti and throwing up sand and chunks of earth for thousands of feet.
Susano'o?! Tobirama shifted warily, eyeing Izuna with caution. He broke through my barrier without much trouble, I see... He took a slow breath, putting his right hand's pointer and middle finger behind his left hand's keeping them horizontal. Kage bushin no jutsu!
"Multiply yourself, it won't make a bit of difference..." Izuna said coldly.
"Madara! Let's stop fighting, your brother and Tobirama-"
"Shut up and fight me!" Madara roared, dashing towards Hashirama burning with anger and fury. He was not a sideshow, he would not let this fucker overlook him. He rapidly unsheathed his sword, the blade glaring and screaming as it connected with the air. He took a might lunge, darting towards Hashirama who shot towards him swinging the massive cleaver forward with both hands clasped tightly around the hilt.
SRRNNGGG!
They clashed in mid air, blade and blade, but the deafening shriek of one getting split in two shook through the air dissipating raindrops in its wail of agony. Hashirama slid against the sand, flying up one of his branches and forcing himself to come to a stop. What!? He felt his grip slacken, and with a loud clang half of his cleaver clattered to the wet ground.
Madara shifted his footing, Mangekyo glaring in his eyes as a familiar blue shroud encompassed him. That woman... Madara smirked to himself, glancing down at the shining blade, even in the darkness its glint and majesty was clear as day it wouldn't be suffocated or snuffed out.
There wasn't a single chip or blemish, not a scratch or smidgen on its form. Has really outdone herself. He'd have to thank Mikito again for giving him such a pristine sword, even after that tremendous clash and cutting through so many bodies it held firm, and didn't budge or give in the least. Never lost its cutting power or edge.
"Madara!" Hashirama shouted, irritation drifting into his tone. "You-" He was viciously cut off as Sasuke slammed into him, narrowly blocking his attacker's blade with a sword he quickly drew from his side. Sasuke smashed them both through a branch, kicking Hashirama away and flashing through a series of hand seals.
"Worry about yourself, Senju!" Sasuke spat launching a series of fireballs only for them to be slammed by a series of trunks and branches scattering the debris out around them. Hashirama collided with him, only for Madara to swing down with brutal force battering the branches and sending the two flying back from the force.
"Die already!" Daiki screamed, darting for Sasuke with one palm outstretched only for Mikito to slam into his side heaving him up overhead and slamming him into and through nearby branches shaking the ground around them as Daiki slammed into the ground sending spiderweb cracks out in every direction and a small shock wave that knocked anyone close off of their feet.
Syrus grunted in agitation, slamming Hajime head first into a horde of branches keeping a hand firmly gripped against his face and the other on the back of his collar, heaving with a loud snarl as the man slammed a knee into his chest, having enough of Hajime's persistence he whipped him back with a sharp yank, biceps flexing and pumping as he turned to the side hurtling Hajime off of his feet and slamming him through another horde of branches spilling out the foundations and tearing the roots out from the ground leaving the once proud trees to slam into the ground one after the next and Hajime to flip and crash into the sand sliding for dozens of feet.
Mikito was already upon him slashing and striking out in a blur of movement, he grunted deflecting her slash with his massive sword slamming back onto a branch and sliding down its length.
"Your fight is with me, Mikito!" Syrus snapped, pushing off of his back leg and colliding with her once more. For whatever reason she almost became fixated on Hashirama, perhaps it was the foolish man's idea of sending the ceasefire that had her so vexed, but he was her opponent. Not Hashirama. Not Daiki. Not Hajime. Not Sasuke.
He spun low, slamming a hand against the branch and spinning on a dime as he twisted to the right, Mikito evaded the sweeping kick by inches, eyes narrowing as she let out a snarl raising her sword in time to block his following slash. Spin. Spin. Turn. they struggled against each other, blades screeching and sparks jutting out around them as they forcefully broke the stalemate shooting across the ground from the resounding impact and shock wave from a nearby stream of lightning that tore through massive tree trunks as if they had no foundation or roots.
He had been switching between Madara and Mikito as their fight grew more and more turbulent. Sasuke, Daiki, and Hajime slammed their way into them breaking them off from their fight and forcing them to collide once again, turning his focus from two to five instead. They sprinted and shot across the ground moving in nothing but sporadic blurs as they collided over and over spinning and pivoting against each other struggling to break the stalemate and return to their fight.
Hashirama's branches and his tendrils of earth spiraled and twisted breaking off into entire segments and patches and those sprouted out into every direction. Madara formed a blue humanoid around him, it was powerful and seemed to be controlled with his very will, but it wasn't all powerful and could be damaged. He realized this when he landed a punch to its center sending the massive thing flying back and into Hashirama's forest several feet away. Mikito had been there to slam her fist directly into his chest, nearly denting his armor in the process.
They sprinted and spun against each other, flying across and through the forest destroying entire segments as their swords gleamed and glared, strikes skewing inches from each other slamming into their surroundings with extreme force, Mikito's in particular shattering anything upon contact. His fighting style was erratic, unpredictable, and wild and perfect counter to Mikito's ferocious, quick, and powerful style. Her strength was titanic, and it'd be foolish to try and match that continuously.
"Shut up, Syrus!" Mikito grated out through clenched teeth, blocking and dodging a series of sweeping slashes and cuts, pressing her attack with ferocious strikes and stabs, jumping to one branch and quickly shifting to the side and lunging away to land on another as Syrus slammed straight through it his sword making quick work of it, shredding it to pieces and gouging it straight from the ground by its roots. "Your arrogance annoys me!" Wrists jarred and arms tensed, they collided once more, slamming a fist across each other's faces sliding across the ground at a fever pitch.
She slammed a foot into the sand stopping her vicious sliding trek, lunging forward and slashing starting from her side and hacking upwards aiming for the side of his face. Syrus anticipated the attack, evading it entirely and striking out with his own slash, metal would screech and the impact would be horrid, gritting his teeth he braced and slammed himself against the tremendous force pushing against his arm, Mikito blocked the blow with one arm eyes glinting through the darkness and her trailing bangs.
A surge of branches tore them apart from the stalemate, Syrus darting off to the side as he collided with Madara and Daiki once again. Mikito shot off in the opposite direction slamming one foot through a branch with ease, and in a show of titanic strength slammed one fist into the oncoming torrent shredding through them as if they weren't reinforced with chakra. "Damn that Hashirama..." A feral growl tore free from her lips, fist burning with pain and power, she pulled it back swinging her other arm forward and hacking through a trunk with fingers tossing it to side viciously.
"Forgetting about someone!" Sasuke snarled. He was before Mikito one fist outstretched, gritting his teeth as she slammed her fist into his sending a shock wave through him and bellying out around them. They snapped forward, swords gleaming and screaming as they collided, screeching and whining, sending sparks cascading and whirling, before they finally had enough of being oppressed and pushed, snapping away in a horrid tearing through the sand below and jutting out several inches.
"Sasuke, I'm warning you..." Mikito grated out, drawing another sword from her right hip with a rapid flick of her wrist.
"I forgot how exciting it is to fight you." Sasuke smirked at her, a cocky gesture that didn't go unnoticed by his opponent who narrowed her sharp eyes even more. Very few women could be beautiful and powerful, it was either one or the other more often than not just beautiful. A doll, fragile to touch, enticing to look at, but other than that they weren't worth much.
Few women had the courage and grit to smash the hierarchy and make something of themselves; Mikito was one of those few. "You're as beautiful as you are powerful, very few women can match that... You've even managed to break my sword. I've been meaning to pay you and your brother back for my subordinate"
"Enough of your sophistry. Say one more word to me and I'll rip out that silver tongue of yours."
"Let's get to it then."
They darted towards each other again, Sasuke drawing out his tanto in one rapid flick of his wrist, only for their collision to be halted by an ethereal blue blade that tore its way between them and into the ground, severing off branches and uprooting entire trees kicking up clouds of smoke and debris. "How rude of you to interfere, Madara!" Sasuke shouted.
"I've had enough of your mouth." Madara growled, not missing that smirk on Sasuke's face as he eyed Mikito. His wife.
"Madara, let's stop this!" Hashirama shouted, making his presence known as he stood atop a coiling and spiraling mass of branches and boles, their leafy and vibrant heads fluttering about in the wild gales and plummeting from the impacts of the rainfall that continued to fall relentlessly.
"You only spew lies! I see no sense in stopping." Mikito snapped, glowering at the tan skinned man. "You will not reign supreme over my clan or the Uchiha!"
"I agree with her, for once... Why should we stop, I've just gotten started!?" Syrus rose up by one tendril of earth and stone, massive and wide as entire city blocks, it menacingly rose up tilting forward a few meters until he had a good view of everyone. His eyes locked onto Madara's, then Hashirama's. "Let's dance Uchiha. Show me what that Mangekyo Sharingan of yours can really do!"
"Syrus that's enough-"
"You don't give me orders! Shut up!"
Madara snarled, his Susano'o bellowing in response as it swung towards the wild haired man, slamming into the tendril of earth and chipping it away, indenting itself into a part of it, but not completely severing it. "First you get in my way, now you try taking my line."
"Do something about it then." Syrus challenged. "You're just sitting there barking from what I can see."
"Syrus! Madara-"
"What's the matter Hashirama, does the idea of dying frighten you that much?" Daiki spat.
"Or is it being knocked down from your high horse that frightens you?" Sasuke asked mockingly.
Syrus shook his head furiously, the ample amounts of moisture flying freely no longer able to cling to his thick mane. His eyes honed in on Madara, the Uchiha shrouded in the blue guardian with jagged teeth and punctuated canines, his face was marked with streaks of blood starting from the bottom of his eye socket trailing all the way down to his chin.
Anger bubbled throughout him starting from his gut and boiling hot, bursting outwards going all the way to his toes and fingertips. This man was relegating him as a sideshow-second to Hashirama. It was as if he was just a pest with no merit...
This motherfucker had the gall and nerve to think such things and then voice them. He was not second to Hashirama never was and never will be maybe Madara had something personal with the Senju, but he'd be damned if he was overlooked. He didn't play second fiddle to anyone. "I've had enough of this, Madara... You cocky little bitch." His eyes narrowed, a storm raging in them. "Sasuke and Daiki... Mikito, I want to see you try and stop this next attack."
No, he's not going to use that... Mikito eyed him carefully, quickly sheathing her sword and clenching her hands into fists. No, he is going to use it... Fuck! "Syrus, don't you dare!"
"Syrus what are you going to do?" Hashirama tensed, warily eyeing him. The amount of chakra he was exerting and focusing was ridiculous, it couldn't be put into words... This next attack was going to be... "Syrus, wait!"
"I'm waiting!" Madara smirked, challenge accepted.
"I'll stop it with no problem." Daiki, of course stated with absolute confidence. There wasn't any doubt in his tone, whatever Syrus did, was about to do, it'd be negated and countered with little effort.
Syrus flashed through three hand seals. Bird. Dragon. Horse. "Tochiton! Kyoseki!" He rumbled, guttural and fierce reverberating from the back of his throat and vibrating his chest as he exerted his chakra, tearing and chipping away at the tendril he stood atop. Tochiton was extremely chakra intensive, it was just as intensive as the Mokuton, but unlike the Mokuton it didn't give life per say, but rather shifted and formed the very land allowing him to contort it and shape it into anything he so desired, force it into existence wherever he pleased. This jutsu took advantage of just that.
A shadow obscured everything. Blocking out the raindrops completely. Turning everyone's attention upwards for several seconds to a few minutes.
"Syrus, you really went through with it!" Mikito shouted, outraged.
The air quaked and the ground heaved, something rattled and shook everything, spilling out crumbling bits of earth and stone onto the ground.
Finally, there was a mighty bellow from above, the wind cried out in protest as a massive circular stone blotted out the sky and shoved the clouds clear out of the way as it began to descend rapidly towards the ground moving from ten miles, to twenty miles, to thirty miles. It was as massive as it was tall, as tall as it was wide, but more than anything it was gargantuan. Easily weighing at least two hundred tons.
The once coarse and wet sand whipped and tore about from the force pressing down on it as if making a landing for the monstrosity, catering to its every whim and trembling before it like the grains they were before a mammoth.
"What the hell is that thing!?" Came several shouts and yells, shock and anger permeating through the air.
"Pull back!" Hajime screamed, eyes widening as he glared up at the descending stone. "Pull back now!" He repeated, glowering at all of his men and gesturing for them to run with a strong swipe. "Let's move!" His voice rose with urgency as he darted off to the side.
There's no way I can stop that, it's far too wide... Daiki thought with a bitter scowl, before a small smirk crossed his face. But, when it impacts he'll kill himself as well, how advantageous for me. With a sweeping hand he gestured to all of his men. "Pull back, now!" He commanded, being met with several different expressions he repeated his order. "Pull back, now!"
Hageshii and Hyuga shinobi dispersed sprinting and lunging across the ground, some still colliding and fighting despite Daiki and Hajime barking out orders. Some Sarutobi, Uchiha, Subatsu, Domou, and Senju chased after them.
Madara stood firm, his Susano'o craning its head up observing the monstrosity that was descending upon them. His eyes were wide with shock and somewhat awe. This was the last thing he was expecting out all things, he had severely underestimated Syrus...
Of course this wasn't a comet, meteorite, or asteroid-nothing like that at all, it was more like a circular slab of stone and earth, it was towering and massive blotting out everything including the clouds that swirled and raged just as before spilling out gallons upon gallons of water He could launch a series of attacks enhanced with his Susano'o's blades but that'd merely chip away at the structure and not completely sever it or shatter it. If that tendril was anything to go by which didn't have half the mass this thing did, it wouldn't even scratch the surface.
"Syrus! What are you trying to do, you're going to kill us all!" Hashirama roared, shock and outrage lashing off of his tongue as he directed a glare at the man before darting it upwards. "Cancel this jutsu right now!"
"Are you giving me orders!? I've already told you, you don't give me orders! Shut the fuck up!" Syrus snarled savagely, eyes darting for Hashirama intently, fury and outrage glimmering and stifling his entire posture and eyes that Hashirama would even dare to order him. "It can't be cancelled." He replied with a stormy gaze. "Only two things can happen now."
"Syrus..." Hashirama clenched his teeth, shoulders tensing and pulling out any slack. "What were you thinking!?" He hastily slammed his hands together, exerting his chakra to its full extent forcing branches and trees to rip out from each other and the very ground propelling them upwards as they grew in size and matured rapidly sprouting giant green heads. If I don't stop it now...
"This isn't over, Syrus." Sasuke said through clenched teeth. It'd do him no good to try and destroy this... This monstrosity, not when the debris would cascade down like a waterfall and pummel everything and everyone.
He'd made his point, and it got across perfectly considering Syrus was going to this extent, he may pull back but he was not the loser in this. "If you even survive... We'll see each other again, the same goes for you Hashirama, Madara... Mikito." Allowing a smirk to cross his face he gestured towards his men. "We're pulling back, follow me!"
The irony. Only Uchiha, Senju Domou, and Subatsu remained.
Madara wouldn't retreat, he wouldn't pull back, this was only an obstacle. An obstacle that he would overcome, somehow, someway he would overcome this. His eyes felt like they were being stabbed by a trillion needles, one after the next, a million at a time with no end in sight relentless as his fire jutsus and attack style.
There has to be a weak point on that thing, if I strike it I should be able to split it or even better shatter it. He eyed the structure carefully, and despite his thoughts he couldn't pinpoint a single weak point. "Mikito, tell me you have a jutsu just for a situation like this." Any normal attack wasn't going to have any sort of effect, and any attack that didn't have finishing power would just be plowed through, if Mikito had one thing it was finishing and stopping power.
"I do, but..." She paused, giving quick glance around. There were still too many of her own around and Uchiha, but if she didn't destroy this monstrosity now they would be all squashed like insects along with a good portion of this landscape. She couldn't afford to lose all of her force along with Madara's-and by extension the Subatsu and Senju. It'd do no good if they were all killed here and now because Syrus lost his temper once again. "Back me up with one of your fire jutsus!"
She clenched her teeth, slamming her hands together in the snake seal, bracing herself against the ground as she began kneading her chakra into the pit of her stomach until it bubbled and spiraled ferociously, forcing her to open her mouth wide, and jutting the powerful gales outwards into long coiling streaks forcing them to combine and wrap together rapidly surging into a giant sphere and gaining size, twisting and coiling, kicking up swirls of sand around her in wild cyclones completely surrounding her almost feeding the growing sphere.
Mikito heaved against the trembling force, feet purchasing into the ground and launched the volatile sphere forward propelling it with a wild surge. Spurred on by potent chakra and gathering momentum rapidly, the enormous sphere shot across the ground carving and digging trenches into it as it beamed itself into a long arc curving sharply and launching itself upwards, rocketing towards the monstrosity above with a violent bellow. Heedless and fearless of the hundreds of tons structure it continued carving and twisting, coiling in on itself as it grew denser and firmer.
Madara's Susano'o spread its legs apart, firming its footing and stance as he flashed through two hand seals. Dog. Dragon. He inhaled sharply, lungs stretching and widening as he drew in a long gaping breath, kneading his chakra into the pit of his stomach. Growing hotter and hotter, more and more turbulent with each surging coil, he slammed down on his diaphragm with a sharp breath.
Katon! Taika sutorīmu! He parted his lips, sucking his stomach in as the sharp breath raced out of him uncontained and free surging into an enormous pillar of vicious flames darting upward, quickly colliding with Mikito's sphere and fusing into it rapidly spiraling into the turbulent winds, feeding and nurturing, transforming from a stream into a malevolent sphere.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Wood, wind, and fire collided with the monstrosity in a deafening and blinding display of power, the explosions sent slivers and chunks hurtling in every single direction for as far as twenty miles spewing out shock waves and sonic booms in their terrible wrath.
They pushed and ravaged against each other, savagely tearing into and through the foundation and forcing cracks to surge out in every direction as they battled for supremacy, they were elements and wouldn't be quelled or conquered, branches and boles peeked through the very top of the monstrosity as wind and fire viciously tore and speared into it shredding, buffeting, splitting, and drubbing them against the trembling force as it dispersed outwards carrying flaming trails and smoldering slabs across the terrain shrouding it in deep black smoke that climbed towards the clouds in a menacing series of plum clouds doing nothing but fitting in against the dreary background.
"Always a bleeding heart." Syrus muttered to himself as he watched his attack crumble and come apart spewing out everything from fire, gusts of wind, to wooden projectiles streaking with bright red and orange tails streaking hotly through the sky.
The earth quaked and shook, struggling to gather its wits and maintain its ever stoic and present strength, reverberating and trembling from each slab, from each eighty ton chunk that clambered and collided into the surface at unreal speeds, spurred with moment and velocity easily tearing into the sand and very landscape as if it wasn't even there throwing up wet and earthen clay in chunky clouds and spreading out debris clouds for dozens of miles smothering and coating everything in their wrath as the fires smoldered everything they came into contact with before they were snuffed out by raining debris or the turbulent rainfall no longer fueled and nurtured by the gale force winds.
Slowly, painfully slow the winds swept and wailed struggling to clear away the stacks of smoke that climbed skyward unrelenting and with no reprieve, debris that wasn't heavy was swept in the violent breeze crumbling and turning to dust or ash as the small fire tails that fought furiously to remain alight wilted and dwindled refusing to be overcome.
There wasn't a single person present when the smoke slightly receded, only slabs and pillars, the footprints, craters, corpses, blood, limbs all the telltale signs of battle were all that remained in the chaotic mist and ruins. Never to be outdone by anything or anyone, mother nature oppressed as lightning surged throughout striking slabs and pillars with no remorse splitting them in two like common toys leaving them to slam into the ground as thunder echoed their dismay and strife booming and roaring throughout the stifling black sky.
Ahhh, don't normally do this... I don't think I ever do this really... Pretty sure nobody is even going to read this...
But, I've found myself bemused. A reviewer, said that I should put down this as largely an OC story or put OC in the character list. Reason this bemuses me is because I put there's a lot of OCs in this story before chapter one begins in bold letters along with a few other things, warnings of violence and gore, etc... But, maybe I should put OC in the character list too.. Though, why would I do that when I put it in bold letters already... Mmmm well, something to ponder on later, I guess.
Thanks for reading!