Reborn in Konoha; I Think I’m Cultivating Immortality

On another battlefield, the forces led by Sakumo were at a critical juncture.

A fierce battle was raging, and the clash between the two sides was nothing short of brutal.

Sakumo was incredibly powerful, a one-man army on the battlefield, cutting through enemies with ease and unmatched skill. 

However, he was still just one person. He hadn't reached the level of the Sage of Six Paths, nor did he possess any large-scale, devastating techniques.

The enemies were too numerous for him to handle alone. Though he tore through many, others simply bypassed him, targeting the Konoha shinobi around him.

As the Konoha forces were on the verge of collapse, an unexpected figure appeared on the battlefield.

Uchiha Madara.

His entrance was nothing short of grand.

Just as he had done in the original timeline, Madara summoned his Complete-Body Susanoo in an overwhelming display of power.

In a show of dominance, he wielded his colossal sword with a single strike, sending a massive shockwave rippling across the battlefield. The force of it was so intense that countless shinobi and soldiers were knocked off their feet.

"Is this... the power of a god?"

A shinobi from Kumogakure muttered to himself, staring at the scene with his head tilted back in awe and fear.

"...How could such a terrifying ninja exist?"

"This is on an entirely different level..."

Countless others whispered to themselves, their hearts sinking into despair.

Standing amidst the chaos was the enormous, deep-blue Susano'o. Clad in armor, with wings extending from its back and wielding a longsword, it towered over the battlefield at an imposing 200 meters tall.

Before this towering giant, all who faced it felt like ants, insignificant creatures that could be crushed at any moment.

This was the power of the Complete-Body Susano'o, a form only accessible to those wielding the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.

"Feel the despair," Madara said, his voice resonating with authority as he controlled the Susano'o to draw its sword from its sheath, raising it high into the air.

Boom!

The sound of thunder echoed as lightning flickered within the darkened clouds above, converging upon the blade of Madara's Susanoo.

This was a technique he had mastered after training in Sage Mode, a power that combined natural energy with his already overwhelming abilities.

With one swift slash, Madara brought the blade down.

This strike would forever be etched into the history of the ninja world.

As the sword descended, the battlefield erupted in a storm of purple lightning, shattering the land beneath it. The impact was cataclysmic, leveling a mountain that had previously reached only to the knees of the towering Susano'o.

The thousand shinobi stationed on the mountain were obliterated in an instant, vanishing as though they had never existed.

The very clouds in the sky were dispersed by the strike, revealing the sunlight that bathed the battlefield, casting its glow on the pale faces of the survivors.

Ninja, soldiers, even the daimyo, everyone stood frozen, staring at the aftermath of the attack.

With that single blow, the combined forces of the Allied Shinobi Forces had been reduced by one-tenth.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground trembled with every step of Madara's Susanoo as it moved across the battlefield.

The massive figure approached the gathering of daimyo, raising one colossal foot high.

"I truly wonder where you got the audacity to start a war against me," Madara said coldly.

Boom!

The earth shook violently as the Susanoo's foot stomped down, as though crushing an insect beneath it.

"Run! Run for your lives!"

"We're not facing a man! he's a demon! A demon straight from hell!"

"No, he's a god! We've provoked a god!"

The soldiers and shinobi, utterly demoralized, scattered in all directions. Those who had lost themselves in anger and tried to retaliate found their efforts meaningless.

No matter what techniques or weapons they used, none could leave so much as a scratch on the towering Susano'o.

Madara ignored their futile attacks, continuing to march across the battlefield.

One after another, countless lives were snuffed out beneath the giant's feet, crushed into unrecognizable carnage.

Many watched in helpless despair as their friends, family, and comrades were slaughtered before their eyes, powerless to intervene.

The gap in power between the two sides was simply too vast, a chasm that could not be crossed.

Screams, cries, and the sounds of desperate retreat filled the battlefield.

By now, it was no longer a battle but a massacre, with a single man annihilating countless enemies.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground continued to quake, and Konoha's shinobi stared at the scene in stunned silence.

"Is that... Uchiha Madara?!"

"The legendary ninja who helped found our village... he's still alive?!"

"It's as if a god has descended upon the battlefield!"

The Konoha shinobi were shaken to their core as they watched Madara single-handedly devastate the battlefield, wiping out tens of thousands of the Allied Shinobi Forces.

After another step, Madara halted the Susanoo.

By this point, nearly ten thousand lives had been lost beneath its feet. Combined with the thousands killed by his earlier strike, the casualties were staggering.

The survivors began fleeing in all directions.

Madara's gaze shifted to a group several kilometers away, where hundreds of shinobi were attempting to escape.

Despite their speed, which far outpaced that of ordinary soldiers, their choice to regroup made them easy targets.

A mocking smile appeared on Madara's lips as he swung the Susano'o's sword once more.

Boom!

Purple lightning arced from the blade, forming a crescent that sliced through the air.

A massive explosion erupted in the distance, obliterating the area where the fleeing shinobi had been.

Hundreds of lives were erased in an instant.

"Uchiha Madara!" a voice called out from below.

Madara glanced down to see a familiar face, a relic of the past.

It was someone from his era, a figure who had fought alongside him and Hashirama.

Madara couldn't recall the man's name and had no interest in remembering.

All he knew was that the man was a shinobi from Kumogakure, one who had nearly become the Second Raikage.

At this moment, the man standing before Madara looked utterly battered, his body shrouded in lightning.

He possessed a unique Lightning Release Kekkei Genkai.

"Uchiha Madara, do you dare dismiss your Susanoo and fight me one-on-one like a true warrior?!"

His voice was loud and almost hysterical, as if he feared Madara might not hear him.

Hearing this, Madara dismissed his Susanoo without hesitation, landing gracefully on the ground.

"I'll humor you," Madara said coldly, his gaze as icy as ever.

Seeing Madara actually deactivate the Susano'o, the man felt a mix of emotions. He couldn't decide whether to feel relieved or even more despairing.

Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that Madara was still alive, let alone that he would appear at such a pivotal moment to turn the tide for Konoha.

The casualties in this war were already overwhelming. Among the dead were his own son and grandson.

Now, there was only one thing left for him, to fight.

"Lightning Release: Thunder Burst!"

Lightning exploded from his body, his hair standing on end as his chakra surged to terrifying levels.

Whoosh!

He vanished from his position, appearing directly in front of Madara with a lightning-charged strike.

But to Madara's eyes, it was too slow.

With a simple turn of his body, Madara dodged the attack.

Boom!

The man's strike shattered a massive boulder behind Madara. As he turned to face Madara again, his chakra flared wildly.

"Lightning Release: Thunder Body!"

The lightning that had surrounded him disappeared, not dissipated but absorbed into his body.

The pain was excruciating. Yet, compared to the agony of losing his loved ones, it was nothing.

His body vanished again, this time moving so fast that even Madara's Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan struggled to track him.

Madara's expression shifted slightly.

He was surprised. The man's speed had exceeded even the Sharingan's ability to perceive.

But Madara was no ordinary shinobi.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Boulders shattered and debris flew as the man darted across the battlefield like a living bolt of lightning, his speed and power rivaling that of a perfect jinchūriki.

However, his opponent was none other than Uchiha Madara, a man with the Rinnegan, a body at its peak, and mastery of the Eight Gates Sage Ascension Technique.

Each of the man's attacks failed to land.

Finally, he stopped, his face pale, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

This technique, which far exceeded his usual power, came at a steep cost. \

By channeling lightning directly into his body, he had forced himself into a state of overdrive, achieving extraordinary speed and strength at the expense of his own body.

The longer the technique continued, the more damage it inflicted on him.

At his current limit, he could sustain it for no more than ten minutes.

If he pushed beyond that, his body would completely collapse.

"So this... this is the power of the Uchiha," he muttered bitterly, a flicker of fear appearing in his eyes for the first time in decades.

Crack!

A deafening surge of chakra erupted as he pushed the last of his lightning through his body, fully committing to one final strike.

By now, his body was numb from the pain, completely desensitized. This would be his last attack, a blow that would either kill Madara or consume him entirely.

Madara, noticing the man's state, calmly reached down and pulled a longsword from the ground.

"After this strike, I will no longer attack you," Madara declared, his voice aloof and indifferent.

"Lightning Release: Lightning transformation."

The man's voice was steady as he prepared his ultimate technique.

To become thunder was to embody power so immense it could destroy anything in its path. But like a bolt of lightning, it would last only for an instant.

His life, too, would end like the fleeting flash of thunder.

Boom!

The ground beneath him exploded, leaving a small crater where he had stood.

In the eyes of the onlookers, both the man and Madara vanished from sight.

Boom!

A second thunderous crash echoed across the battlefield, and everyone turned toward the source of the sound.

On a massive boulder, several dozen meters high, a silver spear of lightning glowed faintly.

As the light faded, the spear revealed itself to be a longsword.

Impaled on that sword was the man's lifeless body, pinned to the rock, his heart pierced through.

Madara stood below, his expression as calm and cold as ever.

"Now then, does anyone else wish to challenge me?"

His voice was steady, devoid of arrogance or mockery, yet it sent a chill through the hearts of everyone who heard it.

Fight?

At this moment, who would dare?

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