Naruto: Getting Observation Haki By Sacrificing The Byakugan

"I think, as a senior, you wouldn't do something so unseemly, right?"

Kawaki Aoba tilted his head slightly, glancing sideways toward a specific direction.

That direction led to where Nagato stood, with Obito, now unmasked as Tobi, close behind him.

Hearing Kawaki Aoba's words, Uchiha Madara sneered disdainfully. "Those two came of their own accord. They have their own objectives. As for this battlefield—no one will interfere with my entertainment."

Typical of Madara—his words remained as imperious as ever.

"Still, since even you find this probing dull," he added, "then let's end this little game here."

"A boring game? Bold words, but they suit me just fine," Kawaki Aoba replied, smirking. "From now on, I'll get serious. But as a senior, don't lose too badly."

He had never lost to anyone when it came to sheer momentum—not even Uchiha Madara.

"Hmph. Arrogant brat," Madara muttered, narrowing his eyes. "Let's see if your strength matches that arrogance."

As he prepared to unleash a more devastating jutsu, Kawaki Aoba moved first. To control the momentum, he couldn't afford to let Madara dictate the pace. He had to seize the initiative.

In his palm, a black Truth-Seeking Orb formed, which quickly morphed into a spiraling storm vortex.

"Silver Wheel Reincarnation Explosion!"

Before Madara could complete his attack, the silvery storm vortex surged forward.

The destructive gale swept through seven or eight Susanoo, grinding them down like paper in a cyclone. The wood clones of Uchiha Madara, safely inside, stared in disbelief. Their complete Susanoo—a powerful chakra construct—was torn apart like brittle stone in the face of that vortex.

Although they were clones and their chakra constructs weaker than Madara's true Susanoo, they shouldn't have been so fragile.

From a distance, Madara's main body observed calmly. His hands, mid-seal, halted.

He had heard of this attack—Nagato had once mentioned the Silver Wheel Reincarnation Explosion. But seeing it with his own eyes was a different matter.

A force of nature—raw, chaotic, and terrifying.

And yet...

Madara's lips curled.

This was why he had come here. This was fun.

"Destroying a few wood clones isn't much of an achievement, junior," Madara said. "Now let's see what else you can do."

"As you wish." Kawaki Aoba's eyes gleamed as another Truth-Seeking Orb floated into his hand.

But this time, it didn't become the Silver Wheel.

That attack had its limits—good for clearing out weaker constructs. But it wasn't enough for Madara's true form.

What he needed was something stronger.

"Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion. Madara-senpai, allow me to return your words—don't die too easily."

A blade of radiant golden chakra materialized in his hand, humming with god-like power.

Then, for the first time, Kawaki Aoba moved.

His body became a streak of golden light, cutting through the air like a divine sword descending from the heavens.

The sword light cleaved through the remaining Susanoo with ease. Wood clones perished instantly—there was no resistance, no struggle.

And the golden arc of destruction kept going—straight toward Madara's main body.

Madara was ready. Rather than dodge, he raised his Susanoo, its blue chakra blade swinging to meet the golden one.

"Well done!" Madara shouted in battle-hardened exhilaration.

But Kawaki Aoba nearly laughed.

Madara believed he could resist the Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion.

And maybe, in terms of raw chakra output, he could. But this wasn't a simple chakra attack.

This technique, born from the Tenseigan and enhanced through Truth-Seeking Orbs, transcended ordinary jutsu. It attacked on a conceptual level, disintegrating anything it touched, even through chakra defense.

Not even the Mangekyō Sharingan could comprehend or fully counter such power.

Sure enough, when the weapons clashed, Madara's Susanoo blade shattered like glass.

In the next instant, the golden sword beam struck the Susanoo's torso. A blinding flash followed—and the titan was cleaved cleanly in two, from its crown to its core. The crystal cockpit—where Madara stood—was shattered.

And yet...

Kawaki Aoba narrowed his eyes.

There he was—Uchiha Madara, untouched. Not a scratch.

Kawaki Aoba's pupils contracted. This wasn't normal. Even if Madara had dodged or used a powerful countermeasure, it wouldn't be this clean.

But the sword had passed through him. And the Susanoo had still been destroyed.

"Passed through...?"

Then it clicked.

Kamui. The signature technique of Obito's Mangekyō Sharingan—a space-time ninjutsu allowing intangible phasing.

"That explains it," Aoba murmured. "First the Rinnegan... now Kamui. Don't tell me..."

'Has Madara awakened his own Mangekyō Sharingan abilities after acquiring both Obito's and his original power?'

A chill went down his spine.

This Madara… is not just terrifying—he's evolving.

Looking at Uchiha Madara again, he was even more shocked than Kawaki Aoba. Despite his overwhelming might, Madara had actually lost in their earlier clash—something he had thought impossible.

Madara felt as if he were dreaming. It wasn't that he couldn't accept defeat, but the ease with which he was overpowered earlier was unsettling.

Was that brat's technique hiding something?

Intent on understanding the anomaly, Madara resolved to experience Kawaki Aoba's power head-on.

But before he could act, Kawaki Aoba's arrogant voice rang out once more.

"Senior Madara, I'm not sure how you avoided my last attack, but your so-called divine power felt pretty fragile. I didn't even need to try. Maybe put some real effort into your defense next time. I might hold back then—just a little."

The insolent taunt wasn't just heard by Madara—it echoed across Konoha, which was watching the battle live. The villagers, inspired by Aoba's performance, erupted into chants.

"All hail Aoba-sama! Aoba-sama is invincible!"

One shout grew into many. From rooftops to bunkers, the village thundered with praise.

Still, Madara remained composed, speaking with his usual cold pride.

"I don't know what happened just now," he said, "but as my opponent, you've barely earned the right to face me."

His tone was sharp, his pride undiminished. He spoke as if he had been in control all along.

Kawaki Aoba narrowed his eyes. A chill emanated from him. Even now, Madara still didn't consider him an equal? Then it was time to shatter that delusion.

"Madara... the Ghost of the Uchiha... are you planning to keep hiding?"

At that moment, Madara deactivated Kamui's intangibility—not because of Aoba's provocation, but because he was done playing games.

"Sage Mode."

Orange pigmentation crept under his eyes as he absorbed natural energy. Having incorporated the cells of Hashirama Senju, Madara had developed a version of Sage Mode unique to him—an imitation of the original Sage Art.

Watching Madara's chakra shift, Aoba finally showed true respect. Sage Mode. Kamui. An inexplicably youthful body. At this moment, Madara stood just a step below the power of the Sage of Six Paths.

"Watch closely, boy. You're about to witness my peak."

Madara raised his hand.

"Sage Art: Wood Release—Wood Human Technique."

"Sage Art: Armored Susanoo."

Wood Release combined with Susanoo armor—a fusion of Hashirama's strength and Uchiha legacy. Sage Chakra flowed through it. Even Aoba flinched slightly.

It feels like I'm facing both Hashirama and Madara at once…

But he didn't falter.

Gripping his golden blade tighter—the Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion, a technique derived from Truth-Seeking Orbs and Sage mastery—he launched forward.

A blinding golden arc slashed toward Madara.

Boom!

The Golden Wheel met Madara's blue Susanoo blade. Unlike before, Madara's weapon didn't crumble. This time, the clash was equal.

Sage Chakra… the only thing besides Six Paths power that can match a Truth-Seeking Orb.

"What a shame," Aoba muttered. "If you didn't have Sage Mode, I'd have shown you true despair."

Blades clashed again and again. The battle stalemated—until Aoba revealed his trump card.

The Hundred-Armed Kannon.

A colossal, radiant golden Buddha with a hundred arms spread behind him. But this time, it didn't strike. It opened its mouth.

A terrifying aura engulfed the battlefield.

"Hundred-Armed Kannon: Zero Style."

Chakra condensed at its core. The energy output per second was astronomical.

This was Kawaki Aoba's ultimate attack.

Even Madara, without possessing Observation Haki like a samurai of the Land of Wano, felt the crushing pressure of impending doom. His warrior's instinct screamed.

The enormous Buddha wasn't subtle. A gaping mouth, glowing ominously, aimed directly at him.

Madara frowned. The massive Wood-Susanoo construct was the perfect target—too large to evade.

If I take that hit, I'll have to reconstruct the avatar. And that takes Sage Chakra. I can't afford to keep doing that—not endlessly.

But more than chakra, there was pride.

To be forced back again and again by a boy?

"Tch. Fine… I'll use that."

Madara's eyes flared with Mangekyō power. He connected his chakra to the pair of Rinnegan held by Nagato.

"Tengai Shinsei."

(Heavenly Obstacle Star)

A super-massive meteorite descended from the sky.

Aoba's brows lifted.

Going for a mutual kill?

If Madara succeeded, his pride would remain intact.

Without hesitation, Aoba shifted the mouth of the Kannon to the sky.

"Zero Style: Activate."

A pillar of golden light surged upward, like a divine lance.

The meteorite disintegrated upon contact.

But the beam didn't stop.

It soared beyond the shattered sky, as if aiming to pierce the heavens themselves.

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