"I'm gonna be the first female Hokage!"
Kushina Uzumaki
Madara smirked as he surveyed the ruined battlefield. A portion of the Sarutobi and Hatake Force had been decimated by Mikito, whose fight with Sasuke and Daishiro had been interrupted when Atsushi and Genzo intervened. All of their forces-including the Imperial armies were clashing, and it was nothing short of a fucking mess. He knew she'd be more than capable to handle herself, and Souji was keeping Tobirama away from Hashirama so the two couldn't tag team. But, it seemed more like Souji was targeting Tobirama exclusively and just swarming him.
"Warm up is over." The long haired warrior said as he righted his posture. Gunbai in one hand and his large sickle in the other.
Hashirama readied himself. Madara wouldn't be able to overcome his Mokuton alone, and would be forced to use his Mangekyo, eventually, but with everyone battling the way they are-it just won't be his fire jutsus smashing into his forests. "Madara, I don't want to fight you."
"Too fucking bad!" Madara growled, racing to intercept him. Both came to a head as they rammed each other. Hashirama keeping Madara's gunabi at bay just enough. Hashirama flipped into the air, putting on a sudden burst of speed as Madara fought to get ahead of him.
He rocketed passed him. Madara appeared under him, grabbing a hold of one of his legs and hurling him towards the ground. Hashirama grunted, doing a quick flip as he grazed his limbs against the jagged ground, looking up in time to see Madara rocketing down towards him. He jumped away, avoiding the wild swing of the gunbai, darting back a few inches as his sickle screamed forward in a maddening arc.
Hashirama narrowed his eyes, narrowly deflecting the decapitating attack. If I use my scroll at this point...No I don't need to quite yet, I don't see any cyclops yet and the Bijuu are silent for now. "Madara!"
Madara only glared, his crimson eyes burning brightly with contempt.
Within seconds they swarming each other, raining down lightning fast blows that they managed to block just in time. Madara pivoted to the side dodging Hashirama's kick while jabbing towards his exposed side, Hashirama was lightning fast to react, jumping up and over his old friend's leg and swooped around smashing his elbow in the side of Madara's shoulder.
Madara flipped away with a few handsprings, balancing himself with ease and swung his shin ramming it right against Hashirama's thigh, forcing it to buckle for a brief second.
Madara knew this was the perfect opening-Hashirama would be expecting a follow up, but his current body position would put him at a disadvantage. If he twisted too much he'd dislocate his knee, or even worse tear a tendon. His body was engulfed in a potent chakra, radiating with a glorious aura, and with speed that bordered on the impossible he shot forward with renewed steps slamming a solid elbow straight into Hashirama's mouth.
The Senju slammed into the ground sliding along it raggedly as pain wracked against his spine. Spit and blood flew out from his mouth flesh collided with jagged earth. Madara pressed his offense, sending a stream of fire straight towards Hashirama, fanning it with his gunbai.
Hashirama was on his feet a second later, steam sizzling away from his busted lip. "HAAAAAAA!" He let out a loud scream. slamming his densely chakra coated hand against the ferocious inferno. The shock wave jarred every single bone inside of him, a few even broke, but with his near instantaneous healing he mended the wounds. However, it didn't exclude from the fact it was a deathly painful.
PHHOOOMM!
In a show of guts and perhaps desperation, Hashirama roared against the force that was pressing on him, flames licked hungrily at the air around him and the split ends of his hair, but with another loud roar and exertion of chakra he cut through, managing to force a small trail in the inferno. Steam gushed from the hand that collided with fire-healing or just an after result, it was anyone's guess.
"Hn" Madara grunted, dashing back a few steps before swiping forward his gunbai-Hashirama just blocked his curved blade, inches from cleaving into the side of his head. "You risk your hand in order to create an opening..." He let loose another stream of fire which Hashirama deftly evaded, forcing another forest to grow through sheer will, ducking over Madara's wild gunbai, an attack that would have no doubt made him see stars, and just missed the follow up of the Sickle's arc right behind the gunbai.
He landed on his feet pivoting around, just narrowly blocking a thrashing blow from that gunbai. This is getting me nowhere fast! At this rate!
They were in a stalemate, for the most part, he had just a small edge over Madara and kept him on his toes with his thriving forest. More importantly, it was only a matter of time before Mikito, Daishiro, Daiki, Sasuke, and whoever else decided to come smashing right into the middle. The only reason he could battle Madara solely, was because anyone that got too close was knocked back from the sheer force of their collisions.
Hashirama warily glared at Madara, an entire forest sprouting out from the ground around him and his very pores as he roared in exertion, head craning up towards the sky.
Madara swung his arms back, sickle and gunbai ripping through what wished to bind him. A green blur of movement sent him flying back and away, several more raced towards him, all blurring and coiling. He let out an irate growl, glowering at Hashirama.
"Madara, let's just talk." Hashirama stood in front of him, a nasty burn slowly healing on the side of his body, but he didn't show any outwards signs of pain only the need to speak with Madara. "What do I have to do to get you to trust me again? What do I have to do so we can go back to the days we used to skip rocks at the river? Can't we go back to that?"
Madara yelled throwing another punch that connected full on, but Hashirama retaliated by surging even more branches forward. He moved his head out of the way of one as it struck against the trunk he was braced against, keeping his neck free.
"You fool! It's impossible to go back to that point!" Madara raged, eyes rotating wildly. Chakra roared out in every direction destroying the branches and trees with ease as the gleaming blade arced gracefully slicing through everything in sight. "That's not the way life works Hashirama. It's not the way reality works...Going back to that point is nothing short of impossible."
"Madara!"
"Enough!"
Hashirama shot away from Madara putting a several dozen meters between them. Madara wasted no time and sent a fist forward, turning as he aimed it for Hashirama's flank, the second arm trailing rapidly behind with the undulating blade. Both blows smashed through the hastily constructed barrier forest. Madara jumped from side to side cutting through the continuously sprouting forest spotting Hashirama braced on a branch below him with his hands cupped tightly in the snake seal.
"Mokuton! Jukai! Jukai Kōtan! " Hashirama shouted, instantly a literal ocean of trees, green and overflowing shot right towards Madara spreading over everything. Ever growing. Ever increasing. If anyone was unfortunate to get ensnared they were carried away or destroyed their restraints with every means. Madara exhaled a massive stream of fire, swinging his gunbai in tandem with a seal-less wind jutsu. The raging inferno engorged itself, blistering and bursting out in every direction, mindless and hungry, it wished to burn and destroy.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!
Both men were surprised at the strength behind the explosions as fire and wood pushed each other higher into the air. Growing tired of keeping the forest at bay the fire shot straight through an entire section of it. Flaming projectiles whistled through the air crashing several meters out in every direction.
Madara dashed forward.
Hashirama shot forward.
They slammed into each other, fists flying and colliding, the thought to dodge wasn't even there. This was a clash of wills.
Hashirama swung his left leg forward twisting sharply in the same movement, throwing a barrage quick kicks before transitioning into elbows. To no surprise, Madara evaded most of the attacks punches for Hashirama's elbows and knees for Hashirama's shins.
Madara dodged a sharp twisting kick for Hashirama, and blocked the swift punch that instantly came after. "Rgghhhhh!" Madara grunted in exertion and dashed in, snapping his fist out in a tight arc, but Hashirama dodged it at the last minute ducking under and springing away from him in a series of rapid flips.
Madara frowned, lunging away from Hashirama unleashing another massive wave of fire, the massive scorching beam chased right after Hashirama, honing in on him.
Hashirama shot back around smashing into him knee first and launching a quick barrage of punches, elbows, knees, and kicks. Madara launched his own assault before he was overwhelmed by the sheer speed and precision Hashirama was exuding; violently blocking and dodging Madara's blows that were too damn swift to be deflected.
Hashirama stepped forward trying to push through Madara's guard with a sweeping roundhouse, but Madaraa spotted an opening-not large, but still an opening nonetheless.
Madara spun, dropping low and sweeping Hashirama off of his feet, and slammed his foot straight against his sternum knocking him back and away while denting his armor, it wasn't enough to seriously injure him. Just enough to jar his bones. He'd be spitting out blood for a moment.
Madara sprung forward-blurring into nothing. He sped in with a quick lunge, leading with a high kick, Hashirama ducked under it, and Madara transitioned to a tight punch seamlessly. Celera spun around the first strike, grimacing as three of Madara's knuckles crashed against the bridge of the nose, ignoring the throbbing pain he glided around the next barrage of strikes, pushing away and leaving part of the ground to splinter with a small flare of his ki.
He looped carving an arc across the terrain and honed in on the side of Madara, launching a vicious kick.
Madara blocked with his forearm driving his feet into the ground as the impact forced him to slide for a few meters.
Hashirama pressed forward following up with a cross and hook, Madara swayed back from the cross, and with that deadly swiftness evaded the next punch flinging his shin up driving it forward and blocking his wicked knee with it. Hashirama grunted, slamming two punches across Madara's face and quickly followed up with a knee that sent Madara flying across the ground uncontrolled, for a good few moments.
Madara ignored the dust before him as his hands and feet carved trenches in the jagged and ruined ground, finally halting himself and spitting out a handful of blood. With readiness, he righted himself and faced off against his former friend-now mortal enemy. The destruction and battles around him just an afterthought, the only thing that existed at this moment was Hashirama.
"Mokuton! Ki no uchū!"
Hashirama let his chakra erupt, he didn't hold back at all, didn't have one reservation about bringing harm. The exertion shattered the ground where he stood and through sheer will and life force, forcing droves of branches and tree trunks to tear forth from the ground and scream forward. They matured within seconds. This jutsu was easily more massive than his World of Trees, more sprawling than his Sea of Trees, and far more overwhelming than his Jukai. Hundreds of his branches connected despite Madara's best attempts to burn it down, swinging him to the side and out of the air throwing him back into the ground.
Thousands of more branches dashed in from every direction, only be met by a massive wave of fire. It wouldn't be denied, thousands more charged from the sides and through the ground as Madara sprung forward, slamming his elbow against Hashirama's nose nearly flooring him, and turned swiping out against the incessant forest before three wrapped tightly around his torso and sent him hurtling back.
Hashirama darted towards him, branches ripping themselves out of the ground as they gained height and size rapidly.
"Hashirama!" Sasuke shouted, eyes narrowing in anger as he unleashed a barrage of enormous fire orbs with ease. Mikito, Daishiro, Atsushi, and Daiki just behind him as their battle continued to erupt.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
"You didn't think you'd get by that easily, did you?!" Daiki snarled. With a giant leap he simply vanished. There was a flash, Daishiro and Atsushi appeared behind him, punching in unison only for their two punches to be knocked away to the side by Hashirama and countered by Mikito, skewing their trajectory. There was another flash. Sasuke flew across the ground, slamming a kick into Madara's stomach forcing him back, and Atsushi with a punch to the jaw staggering the lumbering brute back.
"Now we can finally settle things." Sasuke said with a confident smirk.
"You lost before this even started!" Daiki yelled.
"HAAAAA!" They all screamed, surging their chakras and forcing their auras to erupt around them. Mikito grunted, dashing forward going on the offensive right away and threw a hard punch at Hashirama, he grimaced as he blocked the blow, turning away from Mikito and blocking the savage kick aimed for his neck by Daishiro. Madara darted in from the side swinging his leg forward in a narrow arc, Daiki blocked the powerful kick grunting as he was drove back from the impact and started battling Daishiro, while Sasuke made a beeline right for Madara.
Mikito snarled, reacting quickly as Sasuke and Atsushi unleashed a barrage of punches, kicks, elbows, and knees, Hashirama remaining in the middle of the two of them. Despite the two clashing normally, they were able to fight in sync without uttering a single word. Mikito slid through Hashirama's guard aiming a knee for his stomach, but Atsushi swung his arm up planting his forearm into Mikito's knee, narrowly stopping her attack, but this gave Daishiro and Madara both an opening, and they slammed their respective knees against Hashirama's and Sasuke's chins.
Sasuke staggered back, swinging one massive arm forward and slammed Madara face first into the ground before being floored himself by a punch from Daishiro. Daiki appeared on the side of Hashirama aiming a blistering palm for his cheek, but Hashirama dodged it at the last second, springing forward again only to be sent flying by Mikito's well timed kick with chakra bursting in his hand he let it fly. Daishiro evaded the blast of chakra watching it veer off and carve a trench into the ground.
Mikito strained, latching onto one of Atsushi's ankles and with a scream she heaved him up over her head with both hands and twisted, using the extra momentum to increase her power, and threw him into the ground leaving it to crack and shatter before indenting itself altogether. Sasuke smirked eagerly, pressing the attack, he jumped over Mikito slamming both knees into Atsushi's face and flaring out his chakra sending the three of them crashing into and through the ground.
Both Hashirama and Madara skidded back and away from the massive crater, turning their eyes onto Daiki and Daishiro.
A few moments later the trio shot out from the ground, Mikito landing close to Madara, looking worse for wear.
"I'm enjoying this more than I expected." Daiki said with a smirk that looked more like a sneer.
GRRRRUUUUAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
"I'll be back to crush you!" Atsushi bellowed, darting right for the charging group of Cyclops.
"Follow me! We need to take those abominations down!" Daiki ordered.
"Oh, no." Hashirama said with wide eyes, warily observed his foes, keeping some focus on his surroundings before he seen the giant brutes. Cyclops. Three Bijuu. Four Tails-Roshi One Tail-Shukaku, and Five Tails-Kokuō, Looks like I've got no choice... He could see them clear as day. Over thirty cyclops and the three Bijuu battling back and forth as they stampeded right for his current location, their roars shaking everything around him as much their forceful and violent footsteps shook the very earth-despite their being constant explosions their primal screams, savage blows, and heaving steps overshadowed everything easily.
"Fuck! More of those things..." Sasuke growled in annoyance. "Where are they coming from? Earth country?"
"It doesn't matter." Daishiro muttered, already flashing through two hand seals and kneading his chakra to dangerously high temperatures. "Damn things be gone..."
One charged forward with a guttural roar the rest all dispersing and starting to go on rampages, several picking people up and eating them before their skulls were ripped apart by fire, lightning, and earth.
The first cyclops heaved, shattering the ground around him as he threw a punch at Atsushi-now just as tall and massive as the lumbering brute. Atsushi bit down on his tongue, forearms flexing to their limit as he absorbed the impact, following through on his block slammed a fist into its side before smashing his head off of its face sending it crashing painfully into a rock wall. Damn things are strong.
Hashirama took a steady breath. He hadn't been forced to use his scroll yet, he refrained for obvious reasons. But, now he had no choice. With a quick flourish he set it flat on the ground and shoved it harshly letting it roll without reprieve.
He placed his hand on one of the seals.
A lot of things happened.
Thousands if not millions of Hashirama's shot across the ground, spreading out in every direction.
Kunai. Shuriken. Staffs. Bo staffs. Katanas. Nodachis. Kodachis. Wakizashis, Sais. Daos. Spears. They all shot forward in droves, multiplying not by the thousands, but multiplying by the millions, and entangling themselves with the ever growing forest flying off in opposite directions guided by Hashirama's will.
Wood clones... Mikito mused as she cut through the duplicates without any trouble and evaded the literal clouds of projectiles. They weren't the real Hashirama after all, and though he was controlling the projectiles he wasn't in direct conflict with her, yet.
Fire. Earth. Water. Lightning. Lava. Wind. All of it shot forward in droves. Water coiled and spiraled. Earth roared forward in waves. Fire swept out in every direction. Lightning crackled and popped shooting off for several miles in every direction. Lava rolled over and scorched everything mixing itself and the other four elements with the multitude of branches that just appeared out of nowhere mixing with the rest of the flourishing forest around the landscape. Lightning rippled around trunks and branches, and fire cleaved through them before being reduced to agonizing steam by the roaring waves of water.
Mikito sent several dozen enormous wind spheres towards the mass of chaos. One would think using one element against a multitude is suicide, but the truth is shinobi only had psuedo control of the elements. It was in their arrogance and hubris that they believed they had complete control over the elements. Wind could snuff out even the most intense flames, sending the greatest oceans flying high into the sky leaving only dry seabed, crumble the tallest and mightiest mountains, it can nullify even the most radical lightning.
But wind fed everything in essence. Fed everything to the point it overpowers itself and wind remains triumphant.
Mikito used this to her advantage sending another barrage of spheres forward-some fused together with Sasuke's fireballs or stream of fire. She'd just overpower the mass of chaos or bash it to a stalemate and force it to destroy itself. It was an impossible task, she knew, because in addition to the basic elements there was also ash and smoke, and inhaling it was nothing short of dangerous.
Her wind spheres would send the ash and smoke skyward high beyond them.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Everything and everyone was flung off of their feet and sent hurdling across the landscape.
Several dozen shinobi and Imperial soldiers from all sides dropped to the ground.
They didn't move.
Mikito kept her eyes centered on the real Hashirama, in the middle of the mess of jutsus, clones, battles, and forests. She wiped away some blood from between her eyes, massaging a part of her ribs where the explosion's impact managed to catch her-armor and willpower absorbing it all.
Madara was right in front of Hashirama pushing the tempo every chance he got, he was like a demon, Hashirama didn't even have time to breathe, Madara was just going ballistic, and Sasuke was right in front of both of their faces spewing out fire with Daiki and his league of Hyuga swarming them like gnats. She chanced a glance at her surroundings, not at all surprised to see the destruction and crumbling sectors of the forest Hashirama sprouted and continued to, but what did surprise her the slightest was the fact several shinobi-none from her clan or the Uchiha, but nonetheless they were still face first on the ground, and it was the same for the Imperial soldiers.
Genjutsu! Mikito realized with astonishment. Her mother trained her in genjutsu and was a true master of the art-teaching her in dispelling them more importantly regardless of how potent and powerful they were. It was a bit more...Strange than the other arts of the shinobi and focused more on mental energy, so to speak. She could easily spot and dispel genjutsu, and she could easily recognize it.
Was there anything Hashirama couldn't do? He proved to be exceptional in everything, though if she had to say he excelled in taijutsu and kenjutsu-very close range combat like herself. His ninjutsu was impressive, and it was like second nature, but his kenjutsu and taijutsu really caught her notice But, he could execute multiple high level genjutsus in rapid succession-the wide majority of shinobi, regardless of how large their clans are, can easily dispel genjutsu, even a very powerful genjutsu. Genjutsu was what preceded an ambush nine times out of ten.
So, Hashirama was quite exceptional in the art of genjutsu as well.
So, this was Hashirama's true capacity...
She didn't succumb to his genjutsu.
She speared forward colliding with everyone-including Madara and sent them all scattering in opposite directions, receiving as well as bracing against the impact of her strike, and the collision between all of them.
Mikito peered at Hashirama, titling her head gently. He seemed like such a simple man. She was wary of him, wary of the Senju, and regardless of how he desired peace he still had Butsuma-that tyrant's blood flowing through his veins. Tobirama showed more of the characteristics of Butsuma, but Hashirama had his fair share. However, she did recall hearing rumors of a Senju and Uchiha boy befriending each other, only to set that aside-one of them did at least in the long run of things, so if Hashirama was in fact one of these boys...Butsuma's dogmatic and warmongering ways may have skipped a generation.
Hashirama...He has a heart that knows nothing of hatred. Hatred never entered his heart. He never allowed to pierce deep within. And, for this, he was innocent. So many allowed the depths of their hatred to drown them-turning their heart cold. But...Hashirama didn't. He never did. He never will.
But, all of that aside...Hashirama was truly exceptional, he was very powerful, he could rule with an iron fist if he so desired, but...He doesn't desire any of that, despite his enormous chakra and extraordinary leadership he doesn't take the reins of conquest. He doesn't let his heart become cold. He doesn't make that pursuit in his heart. In that essence he is innocent, he is a selfless man and doesn't think of himself. He thinks of others, the people who can't defend themselves, the children that die every day-even if they don't hail from shinobi clans-that's why the average life expectancy is thirty years.
People caught in shinobi conflicts.
People caught in damiyo's conflicts.
People caught in each other's conflicts.
The fact there are conflicts...
Hashirama...Did he want to change this?
Over turn it?
Such a thing was far fetched...
She'd never give up. She made herself a promise that day.
No death. No more dying. Whether the person dies in vain or not, in honorable glory, or not, she wouldn't allow anyone else to die.
She'd change the mentality of people, of the shinobi...
Hashirama observed Mikito carefully, tilting his own head. He really couldn't figure Mikito out. Now, he was a good judge of character, he thought so anyways, and always gave people the benefit of the doubt. Mikito and Mito were apparently close, or had been close as children, the Uzumaki heiress made it sound so simple and easy. If anything he knew Mikito was a very very intense person, if he had simply spoke with her face to face when he decided to send that letter-she would have heard him out.
She had become leader of the Domou at the age of 15-when he was just eleven or twelve give or take and became friends with Madara. And, he wasn't abashed to admit that she was in fact much stronger than his father. She could have wiped out the Senju clan back then, he was only twelve and while he was a prodigy and stronger than most adults...Mikito was the leader of her clan a prodigy in her own right-battling against the likes of his father, Sasuke, Daishiro, Ajo, Cho, Syrus, Daiki, and Chojin-leader of the Akimichi before Atsushi. She was facing off against monsters, while he was skipping rocks with Madara, she was battling to the death every single day...
In short she would have tore through him without any trouble. Tore through Tobirama without even batting an eyelash. He nor his brother were half as strong as they are now back then...They were both talented and strong for their respective ages, for that time, but nowhere near how powerful they are now. They couldn't have held a candle to Mikito at that point.
But, she didn't mow them down with ease.
She didn't grab him by his head, with his stupid bowl haircut, and crush it like an egg with ease with her bare hand.
She didn't twist Tobirama's head from his shoulders.
She didn't lead the Domou on a stampede to the Senju compound and reduce it to well, nothing.
Instead she just tried avoiding the Senju at all costs. After all, their clans haven't come to blows for centuries, but his father didn't care about that. And, the times there was a collision between them his would always come back with at least three broken bones, a busted lip, both of his eyes swollen shut, a crooked nose, and some nice gashes spotting him from head to toe to finish it off. His armor was almost nonexistent and it looked like something was trying to claw its way into his neck.
Granted, his father was fighting against Sasuke, Tajima, Syrus, Daishiro, and all those other monsters, Bijuu-he knew from first hand experience, now, that Mikito would beat the shit, literally, right out of someone.
She sent him flying more times than he could possibly count and he hadn't been holding back against her either. She was next to him one second, in front of him the next, above him the next second, then she was behind him heaving him up by the waist and dropping him head and neck first through his forests. His father was no doubt tossed around in the same manner if not much worse as he was.
But, for all that titanic strength, she was not conquering. She was not going on a complete razing of the world-she easily could. Leave nothing but a trail of ripped and shredded bodies in her wake.
But, she didn't.
What was holding her back?
He studied her carefully.
She has a heart that knows hatred. That knew hatred. That at one point had been overcome by it, perhaps. She allowed to pierce in. But, her heart couldn't become ice cold, for she is an empathetic person-a bleeding heart. She conquered hatred. She vanquished it from her heart. Expelled it from her being. But, she knew-knows hatred, but the most important thing, to him, was that she vanquished it.
But, it didn't mean she wasn't burdened. The deaths of her comrades, her family, her siblings, mother, father, nameless people who will forever be forgotten, it didn't mean all of this and more didn't burden her.
He could see it did burden her. She was carrying it on her shoulders.
In that sense they were alike. Very much alike.
Did she want peace...Did she desire peace like him...Or did she desire something else...Harmony? Unity? They were all peace in essence, but there were subtle differences with the words themselves-and if she does desire harmony...Fundamentally they could be or are different.
But, in the same sense they are the same. They both desire the wars, the death, all of it to end. A time where one can live long and die surrounded by their family and great grandchildren.
But...Mito said they shared something that was irrefutable. They both adore and love children, and to that end will never, ever kill a child let alone raise their hand against one, and that they did everything they could to protect children. To protect the children in their respective clans. To ensure they grow up strong, so they didn't die in the war torn world.
The two stared at each other, but it wasn't necessarily a stare down.
They were trying to understand each other.
But, how can one understand the other without speaking a word?
In the times of Rikudo, it was second nature to be able to understand without speaking a single word. But, things are not like they were back in those times...There was no understanding, people couldn't understand each other despite being able to speak...So, how could they understand each other without speaking...? It was more than just clan boundaries separating them-it was the fact they were different people, with different desires, quirks, ideals-no matter how similar they were.
He is Hashirama
She is Mikito.
He wanted to speak...Spill his guts, but he couldn't.
"Mikito..." Hashirama gently set his jaw, eyes furrowing. If only...
"Hashirama..." Mikito's eyes narrowed the slightest.
"Mikito is we just sit down and talk, I know we could both-"
"I don't wish to hear your dribble." Mikito said coldly, cutting him off swiftly, shaking her head for emphasis while cutting her sword through the air in front of her.
"Mikito-"
"Shut up, Hashirama..."
"I'd hate to interrupt whatever this is, but it's about time I stop holding back! Doton! Chikyū Ningen no Jutsu!" Sasuke's voice was cold and threatening, but there was also a heavy strain, the change was truly alarming. His chakra rippled outwards in horrifying waves that tore away layers of the ground, one, three at a time. Slowly, one giant hand slammed into the ground, trailing upwards at it took its full shape forming a massive trunk like extension going all the way to the boulder-like shoulder and massive neck. The head almost flashed into shape consisting of two eyes and a band-like mouth, the other side of the monstrosity filled out-both arms massive, the torso now fully defined and dignified as it rose up high allowing mammoth extensions that acted as legs to take form. It easily towered at four hundred meters and blocked out the sun with its depth.
Madara narrowed his eyes viciously. He hadn't been expecting this-Sasuke was right up there at the top, but to execute such a massive jutsu, so quickly...It was almost unheard of, but there were remnants of the earth walls he erected that went into the monstrosity, but nonetheless...
"Don't look so surprised, I told you I'd crush all of you!" Sasuke boasted from his perch atop his earthen humanoid.
"Sasuke..." Hashirama started.
"Shut the fuck up, dirty Senju." Sasuke snarled. "I told you once already, I don't give a fuck what you have to say. Either fight me right here and now or die!"
"Don't get too cocky!" Mikito shouted in anger, glowering at the older man out the corner of her eye. "You've always been too damn arrogant for your own damn good!"
Sasuke stared Mikito right in the eyes. "When you give me that look I get excited."
Mikito hardened her gaze, not saying any sort of retort.
"Looks like you're done talking." Sasuke smirked. "Fine."
Mokuton: Uddo Oni no Jutsu! Hashirama slammed his hands together in the snake seal and let his chakra flourish without reprieve. His jaws clenched and he nearly bit his tongue as he forced his chakra out-infusing his life force with it and forcing it to take on the shape he seen within his mind. An enormous wood statue rose from the ground-it's massive oni-like head with a crown the first notable featur,e quickly ascending was it massive torso and arms, not quite as wide as Sasuke's humanoid but easily as long and massive, lastly was it legs which slammed onto the ground with surprising dexterity. Hashirama kept his teeth grit, balancing himself as the wood humanoid rose to its full height, just a few feet shy of Sasuke's wood humanoid and looked like a wooden statue...
A wooden statue...
Many couldn't believe what they were seeing.
Hashirama formed two more hand seals hand seals. Bird. Hare. Tiger. Snake. "Mokuton! Mokuryū no Jutsu! Uddodoragonzu no jutsu!" With his shout, and enormous chakra bellowing violently, exactly nine massive dragons and one mammoth dragon tore themselves free from the ground in a show of ferocity leaving chunks of earth to splatter down carelessly- towering at one hundred meters with long elephant-beak noses, and the mammoth one towering shy of two hundred meters, their legs were little and almost nonexistent, so it only made sense they'd wrap themselves around the wooden statue looming over its shoulders. Hopefully this will be enough to sway Madara...I wasn't able to restrain with the last jutsu...His Susano'o is enormous, but my dragons have it by a good fifty feet, maybe a little less.
"So, this is what I can expect out of you...I guess Butsuma and Tajima weren't senile after all when they let you both take the mantle." Daishiro mused with a piercing gaze, eyes looming on Hashirama-despite how high Hashirama was, it seemed Daishiro was looking down at him. With frightening sharpness he flicked them over to Madara then onto Sasuke for a few moments, gaze intense as the goatee-clad man just returned the gaze with a cocky air.
Lastly he pinned his focus onto Mikito, she was the most dangerous. "I will admit, I thought your capacity was slight considering you gained the title of leader of your respective clans through birthright, but perhaps your capacity isn't as slight as I thought...Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara..."
"Doton! Chikyū Tairanto no Jutsu!" Daishiro's exclamation was punctuated by his potent chakra flaring like a storm and forcing a violent gust to smack through the area forcing the two mammoth earth and wooden statues to slide back just a few feet. Its head formed first, terrifying in sight because of its one great horn and crowned head, its torso stretched and heaved until it was bulging and engorged and its arms like trunks of a trees flexed until they multiplied to four on each side each with a staff of sword in hand...
Its legs. Well, it had no legs. instead of legs it moved across the earth pulling and morphing with it somewhat like a blob, practically ripping the ground out. It looked more beast than humanoid, much unlike Sasuke's and Hashirama's statues. Its eight arms and spiked mouth-less head giving it a frightening appearance, the whole thing screamed tyrant. It towered over Sasuke's and Hashirama's humanoids by a few feet, easily. "I'll stop holding back then...The only people to ever push me this far are Mikito, Sasuke, Daiki, Syrus, and Atsushi. Not even your fathers could push me this far, so you both should feel proud of yourselves."
Madara flicked his eyes onto Mikito for the barest of moments keeping his expression the same as before. He knew that the Domou and Shimura had been going at it for a good four decades without reprieve, now, but...If she was battling this monstrosity-this thing that looked every bit of its namesake on the daily basis before they became allies...He was wrong to underestimate her. What jutsu would she have in her arsenal to match up to this? She could easily form one of those wind destroyers, but that seemed a bit...Small scale.
It led him to another problem.
Three. Three... Hashirama. Daishiro. Sasuke. They were towering over him, standing above him, and he hated it...He hated people standing above him. His Susano'o was as massive as it was enormous, but Hashirama's wood dragons were a good fifty feet taller than it, easily, and that's not counting the mammoth one. Altogether Sasuke's and Daishiro's as well as Hashirama's humanoid statues were a good hundred of so feet taller than his Susano'o.
In short he was...Not necessarily outclassed, but his Susano'o wasn't towering enough to go head to head with these monstrosities. He could do damage, but it'd be very slight at best.
You think you've won...Think you've swayed me... Madara growled mentally, gathering and focusing his chakra in his eyes before allowing them to snap open. His Mangekyo burned into shape, rotating violently as a blue aura enshrouded him. It wasn't enough. It wouldn't be enough. Hashirama was always just a small step ahead of him, but not this time, Hashirama wouldn't be standing tall and in triumph.
Madara roared, his voice reverberated across the landscape as his body began to shake from the sudden exertion and strain. The blue skeleton burned itself alive turning into a blazing mass as it grew taller and even more massive, escalating several dozen meters in the short span of a few seconds. The ground quaked around them, cracking out in every direction from the sheer potency. Plated armor rippled down its form as it filled out, and its arms as well as hands looked even more human-like before rippling with spirals of chakra that formed muscle, skin, and armor.
The armor split down the middle of its head in a type of fiery veil now it looked more humanoid than demonic now, and it's two faces were gone, completely, only the curtain of darkness which was it face, revealing its glowing red eyes. On both sides of its hips were four swords, the handles looking very much like an actual sword's instead of pure energy. It easily towered up to Hashirama's oni-like golem statue and it's veil was just several feet short from towering over Daishiro's tyrant.
Madara floated up into the center of Susano'o's more massive torso where he just remained afloat by his own chakra eyes locked onto his foes before they pierced onto Hashirama's form. He felt glorious, his chakra was coating every single inch of him-his mind and will one with his guardian. He allowed a smirk to cross his face before it turned into a full blown battle hungry grin. My eyes aren't bleeding yet... Madara rubbed near his cheekbones and right under his eye sockets. Good, the strain has gotten worse, but nothing I can't handle.
"What are you going to do now, Mikito?" Sasuke shouted in nothing short of boastfulness, arms proudly folded across his chest as he gazed down at her with his dark steady eyes. "I'd hate to crush you so easily, you're like a bug."
Mikito laughed before exerting her chakra out from every single pore, letting it gust gloriously in dense shock waves from her depths. The jagged ground couldn't withstand its might and tore itself away, happy to be free of the oppressive force. Normally, she'd stop the output of her chakra and not do it so intensely, but she did the exact opposite. She pressed down on it, compressing it, and forcing it out in even more powerful gusts and let all of her restraints go entirely. A violent red aura engulfed her completely forcing her body to hyper extend for a moment and pull her hair free from its band, throwing it every which way. "The only thing I need is my body and my chakra, don't think your earth and wood puppets will be enough to stop me!"
"We'll just need to see about that then, won't we?" Sasuke goaded.
"We will! Let's see how durable your earth and wood puppets are!"" Mikito shouted, instantly forcing an enormous sphere to take shape just over her mouth as she craned her head up. This sphere was easily ten times bigger than any of the previous ones she formed, it was like the mother of all spheres, and it was still growing at a frightening rate. The ground cracked and splintered as the dense gales pressed down with tremendous force.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
There was only noise and heat.
Tobirama squeezed Souji's fist as it connected with his hand, the impact drove him down inside the collapsing forest. He strained, freeing a hand and sent a punch forward, Souji copied his move rattling his fist against Tobirama's. "Izuna makes the same mistake!" Tobirama hissed, letting his chakra flourish throughout his entire body before compressing it into his joints.
"I hold the advantage!" He surged, shoving Souji back, but the older man's expression of surprise turned into one of slight amusement. Tobirama brought more chakra to the surface. Souji surged forward, and Tobirama realized with horror trying to play the power game was a huge mistake. What the hell is this guy? It's like him and Izuna are from different realms!
Souji grunted, heaving Tobirama up with ease and jumped, kicking him away with a sharp twist of his waist.
Tobirama leapt back up, kicking Souji in the ribs, as Souji slammed a palm across his face. He returned the fire, elbowing him in the jaw, and Souji punched Tobirama in the stomach. The repetitive impacts jarred their bones. Tobirama jumped away, using the small reprieve, and sent a cloud of kunai forward.
As he expected now, they had no effect, Souji deflected them with ease. Tobirama threw another kunai, appearing above Souji in the next second and grabbed a shoulder with one hand pushing downwards. Souji twisted out of the grasp, palm smashing right across Tobirama's head. The collision leveled the entire forest in a heap.
The dust finally cleared, Tobirama was partly buried in the dirt, near the bottom of the vast crater.
Souji stood on the edge, scowling as he looked down at him.
"Behind you, Domou!" Kosuke shouted, swiping behind Souji.
"Fucking Senju!" Genzo shouted, appearing next to Tobirama, fist already in mid swing.
"Ngghhh!" The white haired Senju hissed as he skidded to even ground, eyes glowering dangerously as the ground erupted thousands of feet where he was previously standing.
Genzo was a tall and very massive man, standing even taller than Sasuke at six feet and nine inches and weighing short of two hundred and eighty pounds. He was practically equal to Sasuke in every sense, being the second in command it was only natural and he sired five children with three wives. His hair was a messy mop spreading itself down to his shoulder blades in thick spikes and completely covering both of his ears and parts of his face. He had about the same body type as Sasuke, muscular but a bit more massive around the shoulder and chest regions, his glowing dark brown eyes were his most notable feature. His gaze was intense and unwavering. He stood clothed in the Sarutobi's usual attire with black plated armor protecting all of his vitals.
The four men stood staring each other down.
"Souji..." Kosuke leveled a sharp glare with the younger man.
They were at each other's neck in the next second.
"Genzo..." Tobirama hissed.
"You little Senju shit." Genzo sneered with nothing but malice.
That was as far as Tobirama and Genzo got before Souji and Kosuke slammed into them, sending both flying back with wild punches. Kosuke dashed in from the side, landing a quick series of punches to Souji's face, but Souji swung his arm viciously, slamming his fist under the older man's chin and sending him flying up and into a ruined rock wall. The structure quickly collapsed.
"Slowing down!?" Souji hissed, closing the distance between him and Tobirama in a heart beat, lashing out with a quick series of punches and kicks. Tobirama ducked under the blows, over extending on his step and suffered a wicked barrage that sent him flying across the landscape. He grunted flaring his chakra and halting his trajectory.
Souji's hand slammed through where Tobirama was previously standing, sending about five dozen gashes out in every direction, forcing most of the impact zone to crumble into a crater. "Stop running, Tobirama!" Souji shouted, dodging and spinning passed his blinding array of kicks and punches. He rammed his shin right against Tobirama's knee, forcing it to buckle. He took advantage of the pause, smashing one fist across the Senju's face as the next bashed right of the crown of his skull. With deathly speed and precision, Souji smashed his fist off of Tobirama's face until blood gushed out from his mouth and his part of his Happuri caved in from the onslaught.
"Is that the best you can do, Senju!?" Souji demanded harshly, smashing his fist right on the bridge of Tobirama's nose until it crunched underneath his fist and blood splattered out in every direction. "You silent oppressors need all be done away with! So long as the Senju clan lives-so long as that cursed blood of Ashura flows through your veins the world will never know peace!"
"Shut up!" Tobirama growled.
"Fuck your brother and his lies!" Souji snarled, smashing his palm right under Tobirama's chin-halting the man's punch on a dime. "He doesn't desire peace! He doesn't desire a village where we can all live in peace! He...You...You fucking Senju, the only thing you desire to do is oppress and suppress, subjugate and control, what you can't control you fear and seek to destroy. To put in chains! To put in a paddock! The Senju clan-a clan of love, what a piece of horse shit that is. You're the best liars out there! You don't love! You hate!"
"You don't know what you're speaking of!" Tobirama yelled, returning several punches of his own, but was slammed spine first into the ground by Souji's foot as it crushed against his ribs.
"Pride always came before the fall, and you are a prideful son of a bitch." Souji hissed, stomping his foot down on the blue armor until it clanged and dented in. "I will kill you before Izuna gets his chance, and then I will gut your brother like the lying pig he is and choke him to death with his intestines! The Domou will not become the Senju's pets, you will not try to tame us and put us into a paddock, and the same goes for the Uchiha!"
Tobirama let out a pained shout, blood rushing up from his throat as he heaved a breath, Souji's foot close to shattering a few of his ribs and shot up, slamming his forearm against Souji's fist, his teeth automatically grounded into each other as his feet tore into the ground from the force of the shock wave that erupted between them sending him sliding along on half of his back. His entire forearm throbbed painfully, and blood flowed steadily from his nose but he pressed down the urge to rub his arm, wiped the blood away, and began dashing about. "I won't let you do no such thing! My brother desires peace and change! I will see to it that his dream becomes a reality!"
"It's not your choice, little bitch." Souji muttered, glancing at his bleeding knuckles, no doubt from busting or chipping several of Tobirama's teeth. It felt extremely good to bash in the stupid fucker's face and feel his nose crunch beneath his fist. All of that pride and all of that disdain, Tobirama, like all Senju, believed he owned the world. Controlled the world. And, they were just the greatest thing in the world. "The fate of your clan has been sealed since your ancestor, Ashura, became a dogmatic fool and meant his end not too long after that! Your fate has been sealed since you were born to that tyrant Butsuma, he who dared to move against the Domou knowing he never stood a ghost of a chance. I see many of his traits have been passed down to you...I'll kill you now and do the world a favor."
"Sounds good to me, but you'll die by my hand!" Kosuke smirked and dashed in once more, Tobirama sped away to the side corkscrewing and on putting another burst of speed, and fired a quick blast of water which Kosuke smacked away with a fireball with no effort.
Kosuke smirked, closing the distance between them once again, throwing a blinding series of knees and punches. Tobirama ducked under the attacks at the last second, swaying rapidly as he forcefully increased his speed and swung the back of his heel , smashing it into Kosuke's. He completed his spin, snapping his left shin down deflecting Kosuke's calculated follow up.
Kosuke jumped forward, slamming his fist right into the center of Tobirama's sternum, but Tobirama was quick and twisted in midair landing a blow to Kosuke's stomach. Both jumped away from the other, lunging back at each other the moment their feet made contact with the ground.
"You're not half bad." Genzo flew forward with a wild smirk, trying to overwhelm Souji with brute force and speed, but Souji glided around the blinding blitz of attacks, slamming his knee into Genzo's stomach as the older man's fist connected with his face. Genzo went on the attack in an instant, already seeing the next attack come before it was even thrown. He dashed in once more, slamming his fist across Souji's jaw as the shorter man's instep smashed his ribs, snapping his body to the side as he went flying back.
"You'll find that fighting me is different than fighting Kosuke!" He smirked.
Souji didn't respond, only shifting his stance and clasping the hilt of his sword firmly. Genzo was right, fighting him was much different than fighting Kosuke. For starters, Kosuke wasn't nearly as tall or massive as Genzo-Genzo was built like a house. He had an advantage in reach, but that was about it. He didn't have the center of gravity, that would go to himself since he was a lot shorter than Genzo.
Souji quickly dashed away from Genzo, raising his leg just in time to block the man's shin. He drew his sword, fast as lightning, arcing down with his entire body. There was only a momentary gleam. "Haaaa!"
Genzo blocked Souji's stroke that would have cut right into and through his nose with a stroke of his own, lashing out with a quick series of strikes in rapid succession.
Souji dashed in and out of his range back blocking the blows that came too close, gritting his teeth as the impact slammed through his bones, shaking his head once as he nearly smashed his fist into his temple.
Genzo dashed forward forward performing another series of rapid slashes, gliding through Souji's guard, but the younger man would stay a step ahead and ramming a elbow against Genzo's jaw whenever he extended too much. Growing tired of it. Genzo unleashed a barrage of wicked strikes. He rammed his shin into Souji's knee, quickly following up with a palm to the chin that sent him flying back. He didn't let up his offensive tempo, swinging his arm forward and down, hand clenching.
Souji heaved, nearly letting out a yell as he slammed his palm into Genzo's the impact shattering tall rock slabs nearby throwing up a huge cloud of smoke. Physically, he is very strong Souji twisted with his hip, pivoting in the same angle as Genzo-using his velocity as he pivoted to his right taking Genzo along for the ride and sent him hurdling through a large section of the forest.
"HAAAA!." Souji sprung away, already anticipating the attack, and elbowed Kosuke in his side sending him flying back into Genzo, where their battle recommenced furiously.
He strained, leaning back to avoid the shuriken and easily blocked Tobirama's two handed slash. He pushed forward, aiming to twist his leg in his own and wrestled against Tobirama's sword as they tried to bind the other, he smirked swaying rapidly and broke their stalemate slamming his blade against the armor plating on Tobirama's shoulder, feeling it tremble but absorb the blow and Tobirama hiss in pain as he dashed back. Tobirama's super reflexes were on full display as he returned the favor, slamming his blade into his chest plating drawing a gasp out of him.
"GRRRRAAGGHHHH!" Genzo and Kosuke both roared, irate, bouncing across the ground three to ten times times before both brought themselves to an abrupt stop by sliding on their trunk-like legs and powerful legs, forcing chakra into their ankles and the bones that make up the leg. They both intercepted the two about to commence in their battle once all slid to a stop just a few meters away from the other so they could get a good look at each other.
"Maybe it's not all just hot air, what they say about you." Genzo said as he eyed up the white haired Senju.
Tobirama leaped towards Genzo, first. Genzo dodged the punch aimed for his stomach, quickly slipping back with a punch of his own only for it to be blocked by Kosuke.
Souji jumped at Kosuke swinging a slash right for his head, the older man jumped out of the way, rebounding off of a hastily constructed rock wall and sprang back. He extended his hand forward firing a myriad of shuriken and kunai from each finger as he closed the distance. Tobirama twisted and Souji weaved through the air avoiding the projectiles. Genzo appeared in front of Souji, throwing a vicious punch, just as the blow was going to connect Souji disappeared, appearing on his side, only for Tobirama to run interference and smash into him.
He lashed out with a kick, that Tobirama didn't manage to dodge launching a punch in a show of speed, ever pressing his offensive advantage.
Tobirama launched another punch slamming it into Genzo's gut, but Genzo didn't let up kicking him on the jaw sending him sliding across the ground. Kosuke slammed a palm across his face and Souji slammed a knee into Kosuke's gut. They dispersed before colliding again, all four forced to purchase jagged ground the best they could.
Minutes passed by in a flurry, a flurry of blows, without the four shot forward, and the air around exploded. The sudden, violent clash of strikes and strokes shook the ground. The smoke cleared, revealing Tobirama, his eyes narrowed, appearing to glow. He tensed, pushing forward. "Hnngguuhh!" He pushed forward against Souji, driving him back a few steps before they spun around battling for position. Just when he was about to make counter, Kosuke came in from the side breaking their clash abruptly as he lashed his sword out, but it only cut through an after image of Souji and clone of Tobirama.
Genzo phased into sight behind Souji and Kosuke, flashing his hands through a series of seal. An entire mountain tore itself free from the ground, before narrowing in on itself and turning into tentacles. Tobirama got to his feet. His skin was marked with dirt and the early stages of small cuts. He shot forward, sending two kunai forward. As he expected, Genzo dodged, and he fired two more before rapidly accelerating and honing in towards the tall man's side.
Souji rained on Tobirama's parade, slamming a punch into his side while Kosuke took advantage and rammed the three of them through one of the tentacles.
"That was clever... But useless in the end." Kosuke moved his neck to the side, until it cracked. Tobirama's shuriken trajectories and placement were laser precise. They were meant to force his foe to make a decision-whether it was to evade of deflect and surge forward, Tobirama would be there awaiting with three attacks. "I've heard you're supposed to be able to use high level Suiton jutsus without being by a large body of water..."
"What of it..." Tobirama snipped.
"Little bitch..." Souji's eyes narrowed, glinting wildly.
"Show me!" Kosuke shouted, letting his chakra fly out of control before compressing it and focusing it deep into the pit of his solarplexus and lungs. "Katon! Jomei no ōbu!" All at once a series of rotating orbs burned to existence, licking at the air as it charged itself becoming more and more potent until it surged out of control in individual spirals, making a rough barrier around the jutsu itself.
Genzo and Souji took the brief pause to lunge at each other.
Kaiyton! Mizu no Kabe o Gōon! Tobirama ground his teeth against each other as he formed the Tiger seal, chest heaving, and body shaking as he let his chakra fly letting his life force mix together with it. It was something extremely taxing and draining, something he wasn't accustomed to. He then pushed outward with all of his being, almost letting out a strained yell as he felt the air around him come to an icy chill before it was drenched. His skin immediately cooled as the air licked with ice cold water, exerting more of his chakra and life force, the wall of water shot skyward, extending itself completely in width and length, riding atop the mass.
"OHHHHHH!" He clapped his hands together, compressing the massive funnel until it exploded out in every direction. Kosuke's fire barrage smashed into it unleashing nothing short a massive gust of steam, but the water continued to rage, slamming its way onto the ground in ridiculous amounts before flowing out in every direction rapidly gaining ground and depth. Anyone who wasn't aware was swept away in the sudden and powerful waves that crashed and turned into every obstacle. When the waves finally settled, every possible inch of the landscape was completely covered in water, some places it was easily over ten feet, and the forest that had been present ever since when, was now even more massive.
His brother's Mokuton-the trunks and branches themselves were extremely large, but feeding off of his Kaiyton-his mental and physical eneffy, the branches grew to ridiculous size.
"What was that just now?!" Genzo shot over in a frightening display of speed, appearing to literally teleport, smashing his feet through the ground as he landed a few feet away from Tobirama kicking up water in the process. He flicked his eyes around at the branches that looked like tree trunks, and tree trunks that were as wide as entire city blocks.
"Suiton Jutsus can't get that powerful." Kosuke muttered in agreement, his gaze darkening as it hyper focused on Tobirama. "It can be used in tandem with the Mokuton, but the Mokuton itself doesn't feed off of it and grow stronger." Of course, the roots, branches, trunks, and leaves would absorb the water-but they wouldn't grow into humongous...Extensions of the very earth.
Tobirama smirked smugly. He always felt that he could loosen up around Usagi. She wasn't like her brothers-Syrus, though she was a wild woman, she wasn't quick to fly off the handle like Syrus, but if she was pushed or if someone slighted the Subatsu-he wouldn't want to be ten thousand yards near Usagi when she gets in that sort of mood. It was truly a shame they wouldn't get married, but she gave him something that would always keep him protected. And, he hated to think it, but even greater than marriage. "I won't deny that."
"So, what is it?" Genzo snarled.
Tobirama smirked a bit wider.
Only the Kaiyton is capable of something like this. Souji thought silently, glancing at the ground-now completely covered in water. It wasn't extremely deep-nowhere near ten thousand feet or even half of that, but just like Kosuke said...A Suiton jutsu wouldn't be this massive, this destructive, the jutsu he executed itself was faster and more powerful than even the most complex Suiton jutsus. "I knew you were going to marry Usagi, but I never imagined she would give you such a rare scroll..." Syrus and Haji must be furious...
Seems Usagi had been a little concerned about this white haired bastard.
"Don't think you're going to be able to do that twice!" Genzo charged, pulsing with bright flares of chakra. He threw the first punch, but Tobirama jumped, avoiding it, and Kosuke fired back with his left hand. Souji ducked under it, dropping to the ground and sweeping Genzo's legs tripping him up-but Genzo and Tobirama reacted quickly enough, Genzo kicking Souji in the face, and Tobirama evading the tip of his elbow from colliding with his face.
Tobirama dashed back. Feet hit the ground and he was already in motion, gap closed, pain rushing to his face as he collided with Kosuke and Souji, but he ignored it throwing another flurry of punches before Genzo sent him skidding back and away.
He rushed back into the fight he feinted low, and Kosuke took the bait. Tobirama veered, grabbing Kosuke's wrist and pulling downward, Kosuke rammed his knee into his gut multiple times before Souji sent both hurtling across the water drenches ground. Kosuke hissed, his dark aura flaring up violently as he his chakra thrashed against the ground.
Souji jumped back avoiding the thrashing chakra.
They all collided once more, dispersing and crashing back into each other, they traded blows pinpoint precision, Genzo having an edge in strength and reach, Tobirama in speed and reflexes, Souji in swiftness and sheer power, and Kosuke in technique and dexterity. Finally, Souji and Kosuke overbalanced mistiming blocks and Genzo's knee slammed with crushing force into Souji's gut as the younger man slammed his elbow right against his chin. Tobirama connected with a brutal kick pushing into Kosuke's stomach, Kosuke gasped, but he was quick to counter, knocking his three knuckles right across Tobirama's sending the white haired man careening back.
Tobirama winced as he flipped away from Kosuke's follow up attack, but was cut off by Souji as Genzo sent all three of them into Kosuke. he wasn't use to fighting enemies with tails. He sprung to the side, narrowly evading souji's arcing fist. Genzo landed behind Souji, springing forward, aiming a kick to the small of his back. He pressed his attack as Souji dodged with blinding footwork, bringing down both of hands in an ax handle smashing them into Souji's raised forearms.
He tried to attack again, but Tobirama yelled in rage, his chakra exploded outwards in a violent gust of light blue. He braced against the impact of the repeitive collisions, pushing out against his foes until his muscles burned and joints throbbed for more chakra.
"You're not half bad." Kosuke said as he eyed up Tobirama with a malice sneer. "Senju bastard."
"I'm just getting started." Tobirama hissed.
They collided once more. Will against will. Their spirit surpassing their flesh.
"Katon! Jaakuna danmaku!" Kosuke shouted, flashing through two hand seals. Bird. Ram.
"Doton! Manmosumaddou~ēbu!" Genzo punctuated, slamming his hands together in the Dragon seal.
Futon! Gurētogeirudoragon!" Souji flashed through three hand seals. Bird. Boar. Tiger.
Kaiyton! Shōtotsu Shōgekiha!