Renewal Taekwondo in Multiverse

As soon as the system notification rang the etheral like clothing disappeared from his body and a glowing white, ring-shaped crown appeared, hovering around Mori's head. A translucent blue screen materialized in front of him, displaying new information.

[Loop of Binding: When Divinity is reached, the "Loop of Binding" will function as a switch between mortal and godhood (Key piece to reach God hood and Nirvana)]

[Main Function: Allows alternation between Mortal and Godhood (Divinity Required)]

[Sub Function: Power Limiter and Controller]

Mori reached up, his fingers gently brushing against the ethereal ring. A faint hum resonated through his fingertips, filling him with a sensation he had never felt before. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he mused aloud, "Now I don't have to use Jeabong-Jeung to keep my power under control. This is one of the keys to becoming a god too. Now I just need to find a way to obtain a power similar to when Mori had to eat Xuanzang…"

His eyes narrowed slightly as he turned to the system. "System, do you have anything for that?"

[You will be able to obtain such things in the future through quests. Please stay tuned.]

Mori nodded, satisfied with the response for now. He then opened up the system shop, his eyes scanning through the available options. His balance showed a total of 1 million MCoins.

"I finally have enough to buy the real Yeoui," he muttered to himself. "Though I should probably save up for Haetae or the All-Knowing Phone soon as well. If I get injured, I don't have anything to heal myself. If I can upgrade them, maybe they could even revive people eventually, right?"

His mind raced with possibilities, but for now, he made his decision.

[800,000 MCoins deducted]

A connection of sort coursed through his mind as he immediately summoned Yeoui, the real Yeoui. The staff materialized in his hand, its weight as light as a feather, yet he could sense its immense potential. With a casual swing, the air around him distorted slightly, a testament to its raw power as a dragon bone.

"I can control the weight," Mori thought. He focused on it, and suddenly, the staff's weight shifted dramatically. His arms tensed under the sudden increase, but he remained steady.

"Hm… I can handle about 30,000 pounds right now," he mused aloud, shifting the weight slightly more. "If I push myself, I could probably handle 40,000, but that would take effort."

He twirled Yeoui a few times, testing its flexibility and speed, before coming to a conclusion. "Right now, I'd say my overall strength is around Tokubetsu Jonin level. My speed is somewhere around elite Chunin, and my battle sense is at a solid Chunin level. My Taijutsu, though… if we're counting pure physical combat, it's definitely Kage level, maybe even Super Kage. I was able to match both Hashirama and Madara with pure skill, but if I was just a bit stronger physically, I definitely could have won outright without the Armorsuits."

Shaking off his thoughts, he stored Yeoui back into his inventory and turned his attention to the unconscious figures of Madara and Hashirama. He sighed, then pulled out a bucket from his inventory, scooping up water from a nearby stream. With a swift motion, he splashed it over both of them.

"WAKE UP!" he yelled, tossing the empty bucket at them for good measure. It struck Madara on the head with a dull thud, causing him to jolt awake with an annoyed expression.

Madara's sharp gaze immediately locked onto Mori, his instincts screaming at him to stay on guard. Hashirama, on the other hand, sat up more slowly, rubbing his eyes as if he had just woken up from a nap.

"Good morning, you two," Mori greeted them with a playful smile.

Madara, however, clicked his tongue in irritation. His crimson Sharingan eyes narrowed as he demanded in a cold tone, "Who exactly are you, and why did you want to fight us?"

Mori tilted his head slightly before responding, "I guess I… just wanted to?" His smile was warm, but his words carried an air of nonchalance.

Madara didn't look convinced, his suspicion evident in his expression. Mori, however, already had a general understanding of this world and the events that would unfold. He knew that many of the so-called villains weren't truly evil—they were simply victims of unfortunate circumstances.

He had always been moved by the story of Indra and Asura, two brothers bound by fate, destined to fight and reincarnate over and over again. Though their story was remarkable, it was equally tragic. Each reincarnation was forced to battle, to struggle, to suffer. It was a cycle that Mori found senseless and heartbreaking.

Madara, despite how history portrayed him, wasn't truly heartless. He had sought peace, but he had been manipulated by Black Zetsu. If he had known the truth earlier, could things have turned out differently?

Mori's grin widened as he answered, "My name is Mori, just a wandering martial artist."

Hashirama's eyes gleamed with excitement as he suddenly leaned in way too close. "Your weapon is so cool! How does it grow so big? How can you swing it around so easily? How much does it weigh?!"

The barrage of questions was amusing, but Mori pushed Hashirama's face away with an exasperated chuckle. Meanwhile, Madara, now fully awake, was drying himself off and thinking deeply.

Mori turned serious as he looked at him. "Since you guys lost, I won't be telling you about the future." He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "However, Madara, I suggest you be careful of Black Zetsu. He's not who you think he is, and he's extremely dangerous."

Madara stiffened at the name. Hashirama, looking utterly confused, turned to his friend and asked, "Madara, who's Black Zetsu? ARE YOU CHEATING ON ME?!"

A vein bulged on Madara's forehead before he swiftly punched Hashirama, sending him skidding several meters away.

Hashirama groaned but quickly got up, dusting himself off. From the beginning he hadn't sensed any malice from Mori, and if anything, he felt like they had made an interesting friend. With a grin, he wrapped his arm around Mori's shoulder and turned to Madara.

"Madara, enough is enough. Come back to Konoha, and you can still become Hokage, remember we made the village for peace. We even made a friend in the end," he said warmly, extending his free hand toward Madara.

Madara remained silent for a moment, contemplating. He still didn't fully trust Mori, but Hashirama… Hashirama was different. He was the only person Madara had ever truly trusted besides family. After a long pause, he clicked his tongue and reached out, grasping Hashirama's hand.

"Fine…" he muttered in his usual cold tone, though there was a trace of warmth beneath it.

Hashirama suddenly perked up and turned his head towards Mori. "Hey, how old are you? You look like you're ten, but you're as tall as a thirteen-year-old."

Mori blinked before pointing at himself. "Me? I'm eight. Turned eight about three weeks ago."

Both Madara and Hashirama froze. Their expressions darkened, realization hitting them like a sledgehammer.

Seeing their reaction, Mori burst into laughter. "Don't worry, I'm not as strong as you guys. I had external help to win the fight. Not many people could destroy a partial divine item."

Hashirama tilted his head. "Divine item?"

"Yeah, the clothes that appeared on my body were a half destroyed divine item" Mori nodded. "I guess you could say I'm on a journey to becoming a god. Not a title like yours, but a real god—shedding human limits."

Hashirama's eyes widened in excitement. "God?! Are gods real?!"

Mori sighed, pushing his face away again. "The Sage of Six Paths is real. Why wouldn't gods be?"

Hashirama and Madara exchanged looks before nodding, acknowledging the logic.

"Well, anyway, let's head back to Konoha," Hashirama announced cheerfully, throwing his arms around both of them. "I'm starving!"

He confidently walked in the wrong direction.

Madara sighed. "The other way, Hashirama…"

Scratching his head sheepishly, Hashirama adjusted his course, and the three of them set off toward Konoha together.

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did you guys like the fighting chapters? I think I write them a lot better than the normal slice of life ones to be honest, I'm kind of a battle junkie and I can really visualize a fight if i wanted to albeit leave a little details out.

I'm not sure if this kinds depiction of Madara and Hashirama is correct but I think this close right?