Naruto: This Genius is Somewhat Ordinary-Chapter 380

Madara stared at the Vermilion Bird blazing before him, more magnificent than ever.

He understood exactly why it had grown so overwhelming. His own Fire Release had fed it. Even now, he had no choice but to keep using chakra-hungry techniques. Worse, he could feel it. No matter how much he spent, it was never enough. The consumption still felt too low.

But priorities came first.

That Vermilion Bird had to be stopped.

Blue chakra flared around Madara. In an instant, four towering, complete Susanoo manifested across the battlefield. With the awakening of the crimson Nine-Tomoe Rinnegan, his ocular power had clearly surged. Not only was it stronger, it was faster. Far faster.

Madara raised his gaze to the fire sovereign descending from the sky. All three of his Rinnegan gleamed at once.

"Divine—Limbo—Susanoo—Almighty Push!"

An unprecedented repulsive force erupted from four directions simultaneously.

Boom!

The Vermilion Bird screamed as it was crushed apart, detonating into scattered flames. Even fire that could burn the world apart was snuffed out under that overwhelming pressure.

"Hmph!"

Tōma grunted as the shockwaves slammed into him from every side. Even he hadn’t expected Madara’s Rinnegan techniques to be amplified to this extent.

Fortunately, only Madara’s true body could unleash the full power of Almighty Push. The other directions were weaker. Otherwise, that blow would have done far more than leave him lightly injured.

Even so, Tōma was sent flying.

Midair, he flicked a Truth-Seeking Orb upward like a cannonball. As his body drifted near one of Madara’s Limbo shadows, Tōma vanished.

In the next instant, he reappeared beside the orb, escaping the encirclement through Flying Thunder God.

The Limbo shadows themselves weren’t the real threat. The danger lay in Madara’s ability to swap places with them at will.

"Such a pain..." Tōma muttered, steadying himself as his blood surged from the recent impact. The injury was minor. It would heal quickly.

Still, doubt crept in.

He had one more trump card. One he’d intended to save for Ōtsutsuki Kaguya.

If he used it here, there’d be nothing left for later.

Tōma inhaled slowly, eyes hardening.

If I lose here, there won’t be a ’later’ anyway.

He’d deal with Kaguya when the time came.

And then—

He froze.

Madara’s body looked... wrong.

Bloated.

Distorted.

Pain twisted Madara’s expression as chakra swelled uncontrollably inside him.

At this level, pushing a body to its limit took an absurd amount of energy.

Tōma’s gaze sharpened. He sensed it immediately. Madara’s chakra was still increasing. Rapidly.

Tōma glanced at the Divine Tree, then at the countless cocooned figures hanging from its branches.

Chakra was being ripped from them at terrifying speed, funneled straight into Madara.

"...So even you can’t handle an entire world’s worth of chakra," Tōma said quietly.

It made sense. Madara’s body, no matter how transformed, was still human at its core. It wasn’t an Ōtsutsuki body.

Kaguya had possessed both an Ōtsutsuki physique and consumed the chakra fruit of the Divine Tree.

That fruit was the key.

Madara had absorbed the tree itself, skipping the step that truly remade the body.

Now the Divine Tree was nothing more than an enormous pipe, pumping endless chakra into a container with limited capacity.

The container was cracking.

Tōma recalled the original history. Madara had swollen grotesquely after being stabbed by Black Zetsu.

This time, no stab was needed.

And with Tōma forcing him into constant combat, Madara had no chance to refine or control the flood.

There were no second chances.

"Uchiha Madara," Tōma said calmly, "it looks like you’re about to become Ōtsutsuki Kaguya’s vessel."

Madara’s eyes widened.

In that instant, everything connected.

The voice in his head. The Divine Tree’s will.

The truth slammed into place.

The Divine Tree was her.

The progenitor of chakra.

Ōtsutsuki Kaguya.

So this had been his fate the moment he absorbed the tree.

"Heh... yes," Black Zetsu laughed, stepping out at last, eyes burning with excitement. "I thought it would take longer, but this works too."

He trembled with joy.

"No one can stop Mother’s revival now!"

Madara stared at him. "Black Zetsu... what are you saying? Aren’t you my will given form?"

"How wrong you are," Black Zetsu sneered. "My will belongs to Ōtsutsuki Kaguya. You, Madara, were never a savior. Just another dreamer, like Obito. A fool dancing inside the dream I showed you."

Madara shook. "Impossible... Infinite Tsukuyomi was left by the Sage of Six Paths! It was meant to bring eternal peace!"

Black Zetsu laughed. "I existed long before you were born. Altering a stone tablet left by Hagoromo was trivial."

"...Altered?" Madara whispered, dread exploding in his chest.

"Infinite Tsukuyomi isn’t a dream of peace," Black Zetsu continued delightedly. "It’s a harvesting technique. Chakra is gathered, refined, and those humans you ’saved’? They become White Zetsu. Weapons of war."

He tilted his head mockingly. "In a way, your peace did come true. No wars left when everyone is the same puppet."

Madara’s body trembled violently.

"What... was I fighting for..."

"For this," Black Zetsu roared. "For Mother’s will!"

Madara’s spirit finally broke.

Tōma watched silently as Madara’s will collapsed, his body surrendering to the consuming chakra.

Even an enemy deserved respect. Seeing a legend fall like this was... heavy.

"Madara," Tōma said suddenly. "Can you still move?"

Madara slowly turned his head.

"If you can," Tōma continued, voice firm, "then take my final attack. Don’t die to a schemer’s knife. If you’re a warrior, then die in battle."

"Fujimoto... Tōma..." Madara’s dim eyes flickered.

Then he laughed.

Laughed until tears streamed down his face.

"To think... at the very end... it’s my enemy who says this to me..."

"I just don’t want to see a warrior like you end like this," Tōma replied.

Madara straightened.

"Then come," he roared. "If you want my end, face it!"

Blood streamed from all three of his eyes.

The fallen Limbo shadow reappeared. The four shadows stepped forward and merged with Madara’s body.

Not disappearing.

Fusing.

He poured everything he had left into his eyes, his chakra, his will.

Blue chakra raged like a storm.

A complete Susanoo formed once more.

Then it screamed.

The massive construct tore at itself, writhing in agony, unable to contain the power within.

"Not enough!" Madara howled. "Still not enough!"

The Susanoo exploded.

Yet Madara stood.

Defying collapse.

He forced the chakra back under control and began again.

"Limit? Complete form?" he bellowed. "There is no limit! Susanoo—manifest!"

At last, a new shape emerged.

Larger.

Wilder.

The Susanoo no longer resembled a man. It was a monstrous god of war. Three heads. Six arms. Scaled armor. Wings that blotted out the sky.

Each hand formed a different seal.

A form beyond completion.

Beyond restraint.

Madara had gambled everything, controlled and uncontrolled alike, forcing Susanoo to reveal its ultimate evolution.

The final form.

The absolute form.

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