The battlefield was in ruins.
Mountains had been leveled.
Forests had been reduced to ash.
The land itself had been reshaped.
And yet—the battle raged on.
The Rinnegan Awakens
Madara hovered above the battlefield, his Rinnegan glowing with an ominous light.
With a simple gesture, he raised his hand.
The air distorted.
"Shinra Tensei."
A wave of absolute force exploded outward, obliterating everything in its path.
The very ground was torn apart. The shockwave ripped through the sky, parting the clouds in an instant.
But at the center of it all—
Gojo stood, unharmed.
His Infinity held firm, distorting the blast before it could touch him.
He smirked. "That all you got?"
Madara's eyes narrowed.
"Not even close."
He clasped his hands together—the sky turned black.
"Limbo: Border Jail."
Gojo's senses screamed—but there was nothing there.
And then—
A fist slammed into his ribs.
Gojo coughed blood. His body was sent flying, crashing through several mountains before skidding to a stop.
For the first time—he felt it.
An invisible attack.
Something beyond his Infinity.
Gojo wiped his mouth. "Alright. That's new."
Madara hovered above, smirking. "You won't be able to block what you can't perceive."
Gojo grinned.
"You say that like I don't love a challenge."
Hashirama Unleashes His Wrath
A shadow loomed over the battlefield.
Madara looked up.
A monstrous construct towered over him.
A giant wooden warrior, even larger than Perfect Susano'o.
"Sage Art: True Several Thousand Hands."
A thousand wooden fists descended.
Madara's Rinnegan flared.
"Preta Path."
The wooden hands stopped midair, their energy drained in an instant.
But Hashirama was already moving.
With a single hand seal—the battlefield erupted.
"Sage Art: Gate of the Great God!"
A series of massive torii gates came crashing down from the heavens, slamming onto Kurama, pinning it beneath their weight.
Kurama struggled—but the seals held.
Madara let out a low chuckle. "Impressive, Hashirama."
Hashirama's voice was ice-cold. "This time, I will end this."
The Strongest Sorcerer's Final Move
Gojo dusted himself off. "Well… looks like we're all getting serious now."
He took a deep breath.
His fingers slowly came together—his technique taking form.
Madara's Rinnegan flickered.
Something was wrong.
Gojo's voice was barely above a whisper—
"Domain Expansion."
The world shattered.
The Heavens and Earth Tremble
Suddenly—there was nothing.
Madara's eyes widened.
There was no battlefield. No sky. No ground.
Only infinite knowledge.
An endless stream of information poured into his mind—too much, too fast.
His body froze.
His Rinnegan flickered, struggling to break free.
But it was useless.
The strongest Genjutsu in the world meant nothing inside Gojo's Domain.
Gojo stood before him, hands in his pockets, grinning.
"This is the end, Madara."
Madara tried to move—he couldn't.
Gojo raised a single hand—purple energy crackling.
And then—
A voice boomed.
"Enough."
The Domain shattered.
The battlefield returned.
Standing between them—his face grim—was Hashirama.
"This war is over."
For a long moment, none of them moved.
Then—Madara laughed.
"…Tch. I suppose it is."
And just like that—he turned.
Without another word, he vanished into the night.
The war was over.
But the storm had only begun.