The battlefield was silent.
Then—
The sky shattered.
A shockwave of pure chakra erupted as three of the strongest warriors in history collided.
Madara Uchiha.
Hashirama Senju.
Gojo Satoru.
Each a monster in their own right.
Each ready to tear the other apart.
The Uchiha Unleashed
Madara moved first.
His Mangekyō Sharingan spun, warping space itself as his Susano'o erupted into existence.
Towering above the battlefield, the spectral warrior's blade gleamed under the moonlight.
But he wasn't done.
From behind him, the ground trembled.
A roar split the air.
A massive shadow covered the land as the Nine-Tails emerged, its crimson eyes locked onto Hashirama.
And then—
Madara's Susano'o wrapped itself around Kurama.
A Susano'o-armored Nine-Tails.
Gojo let out a low whistle. "Damn. That's actually kinda cool."
Hashirama's expression hardened. "He's using the full extent of his power from the start."
Madara smirked. "I don't need to hold back against you two."
Gojo grinned. "Good. Neither do we."
Hashirama's Wrath
The earth beneath them came to life.
Hashirama clapped his hands together.
"Wood Style: Deep Forest Emergence!"
A tsunami of trees erupted from the ground, towering even higher than the Nine-Tails.
Massive roots shot toward Madara, coiling around the beast's legs, locking it in place.
Kurama roared, thrashing violently, but the Wood Release held firm.
Madara's Susano'o blade swung—
A thousand trees shattered.
But for every tree that fell, ten more grew in its place.
Madara's eyes flashed. "You never change, Hashirama."
Hashirama's voice was calm but firm. "And you never learn, Madara."
Kurama let out another roar, gathering chakra in its maw—
The Tailed Beast Bomb grew massive, black energy pulsing wildly.
But before it could fire—
A new force entered the battlefield.
The Strongest Sorcerer Moves
Gojo vanished.
One moment, he was standing still.
The next—
He was in the air, directly above Madara.
His hand stretched forward.
"Cursed Technique Reversal: Red."
A massive shockwave of repulsive force blasted downward, crushing the battlefield beneath it.
Madara's Susano'o-armored Kurama skidded back, struggling to stay upright.
But Gojo wasn't finished.
"Lapse: Blue."
This time, the air collapsed inward.
The very space around Madara's body twisted, pulling him toward a singularity of infinite attraction.
For the first time, Madara's expression shifted.
He wasn't smiling anymore.
Instead—
His Sharingan spun violently.
A black ribcage formed around him. Then, in an instant, his Perfect Susano'o fully materialized, cutting through Gojo's technique with a single swing.
Gojo landed, smirking. "Alright. That was kinda impressive."
Madara pointed his war fan toward him. "You talk too much."
Gojo rolled his shoulders. "And you brood too much."
Then—they clashed.
The Battle of Gods
Madara's Susano'o blade swung down—
Gojo caught it with his bare hand.
A massive shockwave exploded outward, sending rubble flying in every direction.
Madara's eyes narrowed. "Infinity… Hmph."
Gojo's grin widened. "Took you long enough to notice."
Madara's Sharingan burned. "Let's see if it holds up against this."
His Susano'o roared, swinging again. Faster.
This time—Gojo moved.
Blur.
In an instant, Gojo was above Madara again.
"Hollow Purple."
A swirling mass of red and blue energy fused together, creating an unstoppable beam of destruction.
It erased everything in its path.
Madara's Susano'o cracked.
Kurama roared in agony.
But Madara only laughed.
And then—
His eyes changed.
From the Mangekyō Sharingan—
To the Rinnegan.
A deep, guttural hum echoed across the battlefield.
Madara raised a hand.
And the sky darkened.
"Chibaku Tensei."
Massive chunks of earth ripped from the ground, forming a miniature moon in the sky.
Gojo's expression finally shifted.
"Okay. That's kinda ridiculous."
Hashirama's voice was calm but urgent. "Gojo."
Gojo cracked his knuckles. "Yeah, yeah. I know."
Madara smirked. "This is the end."
Gojo's grin returned. "Nah."
He pointed a finger at Madara.
"This is where it gets fun."