Multiversal Wanderer: Starting in Naruto-Chapter 33: Peak Battle

Violent air currents spread outward, tearing cracks through the earth as the clash between two colossal Susanoo continued. Even the surrounding mountains were split apart by their devastating power.

As the battle raged on, its shockwaves spread farther and farther—until even the Senju Clan took notice.

The first to detect the disturbance was Tobirama. His sharp sensory abilities made it impossible to miss the two massive Susanoo standing like beacons in the dark, their overwhelming chakra signatures visible even from hundreds of kilometers away.

Without hesitation, Tobirama and Hashirama led a group of elite Senju warriors to investigate. What they found was nothing short of catastrophic—two giant warriors locked in a titanic struggle, one radiating a golden aura while the other, a towering blue Crow Tengu, clashed violently. The land beneath them was scarred beyond recognition, mountains crumbling, and the terrain covered in deep, jagged ravines—a battlefield of pure destruction.

"The blue one is definitely Madara's Susanoo, but..." Hashirama frowned as he studied the scene. "How did it change so drastically in just half a month? Its shape, size, and power—everything is different."

When they last fought, Madara's Susanoo had been strong, but nothing like this. His growth in such a short time was almost unnatural. Now, Hashirama was no longer certain of victory.

"And that golden one..." He narrowed his eyes.

Tobirama scowled, his fists clenching. "That's Uchiha Xiu Yu. His chakra is unmistakable. When the hell did that bastard unlock his Mangekyō Sharingan?"

At this moment, Tobirama felt completely powerless. Both Madara and Xiu Yu had reached terrifying heights. If he dared to challenge either of them alone, it would be nothing short of suicide.

"Brother," Tobirama asked through gritted teeth, "if you go all out, can you defeat both Madara and Xiu Yu?"

Hashirama turned to him, his expression unreadable.

"Tobirama... if you want me dead, just say it outright." His voice was dry, almost amused. "Look, I can fight one of them evenly, but both? Not a chance."

Tobirama said nothing. He already knew the answer before he even asked. The Uchiha Clan was rising rapidly, while the Senju were falling behind. And the bitter truth? It was his own weakness that left their clan at a disadvantage.

If he were strong enough—if he could fight Xiu Yu on equal terms—maybe things would be different.

But there was no point in sulking.

The only path forward was diplomacy. If they couldn't match the Uchiha in strength, they needed allies—more clans under the Senju's banner to even the odds. It was a dirty strategy, but at this point, there were no other options.

Luckily, the Uchiha were arrogant by nature. Most ninja clans disliked them for it. That was something they could exploit.

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In the battlefield, Madara's laughter rang out.

"Xiu Yu! Hahahaha! This is incredible!"

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Xiu Yu stood atop his golden Susanoo, his excitement gradually fading as he assessed the situation. The battle had been intense, evenly matched, and exhilarating. But he hadn't used his full strength—his Susanoo was still capable of more.

And he could tell Madara hadn't gone all out either.

But this... this was probably the last time they would be equals.

With every passing day, his Sage Body evolved, and his Otsutsuki bloodline awakened further. If nothing unexpected happened, both Madara and Hashirama would soon be left behind.

"Madara, let's stop here," Xiu Yu finally said. "I know you're still having fun, but look at the battlefield. If we keep this up, we'll level the entire area."

Madara frowned but didn't argue.

"Besides," Xiu Yu added, glancing eastward, "Hashirama and Tobirama have been watching us for a while now."

Madara sighed. He wasn't done, but he respected Xiu Yu's decision. Slowly, both warriors dismissed their Susanoo, and together, they walked toward the Senju brothers.

Hashirama greeted them with his usual enthusiasm. "Long time no see, Madara, Xiu Yu! You guys looked like you were having fun. I want to fight too!"

Xiu Yu smirked. Hashirama's passion for battle was as strong as ever.

Tobirama, on the other hand, remained silent. He watched his brother's casual banter with Xiu Yu and Madara, a strange emptiness settling in his chest. It was an odd feeling, like he had lost something important—but also, maybe, nothing at all.

After a moment, he cleared his throat. "You two had a great time fighting, huh? Meanwhile, this entire landscape is ruined."

Xiu Yu raised an eyebrow, then chuckled. "Tobirama, if you care so much, why don't you fix it? Maybe you should take up geomancy instead of ninjutsu."

Tobirama furrowed his brows, missing the sarcasm entirely.

Madara, however, ignored the exchange and got straight to the point.

"Hashirama, the Uchiha are ready for the alliance. What about the Senju? We're waiting for you."

Hashirama hesitated, feeling a bit guilty. He was the one who had originally suggested the idea of building a village together, yet now he was the one delaying it.

"I understand, Madara," he finally said. "I'll have the Senju ready within two days. Wait for my word."

Madara nodded. "Good. Xiu Yu and I will head back."

They turned to leave, making their way toward their waiting clansmen.

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"Patriarch Madara! Lord Xiu Yu!"

The Uchiha warriors erupted into cheers.

As they looked at the shattered battlefield around them, pride swelled in their chests. Their leaders had stood at the peak of power, proving the might of the Uchiha Clan.

Though they tried to contain their excitement, it was obvious in their eyes.

Xiu Yu smiled at the sight. "Come on, don't hold back. Lift up your clan leader and celebrate. Tonight, no one goes home sober!"

His words were all the encouragement they needed.

The warriors surged forward, throwing both Madara and Xiu Yu into the air, chanting their names.

"Honor to our Clan Leader and Lord Xiu Yu!"

"Glory to the two Ninja Gods!"

Madara grinned. "Tonight, there's only one rule—everyone drinks until they drop!"

The Uchiha gathered around a massive bonfire, drinking, laughing, and celebrating their strength. Madara and Xiu Yu led the festivities, joining in without reservation.

Not far away, Uzumaki Mito watched the scene unfold. Her face was flushed from the fire's glow.

"Uncle Masahiko, Uncle Hibiki," she murmured, "see? The Uchiha really aren't so different from our Uzumaki Clan. They love life. They cherish their comrades."

Masahiko nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, people are people. Deep down, there's not much difference between us. The only real problem is that the Uchiha... they just don't know how to express their emotions properly. That's why so many misunderstand them."

He once thought of the Uchiha as cold, ruthless, and arrogant.

But tonight, watching them celebrate like any other clan, he realized—maybe he had been wrong all along.

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Su Xiuyu slowly woke up, his head throbbing from the previous night's drinking. He had been reckless, indulging too much alongside Madara and the entire Uchiha clan. But after all, it was a moment of release—letting go of the tension that had gripped him for so long.

For the first time since arriving in this world, he felt like he truly had the strength to protect himself. With that realization, the weight on his mind had eased, allowing him to relax for once.

The wooden door creaked open, and Mito stepped inside, carrying a tray of food.

"You're finally awake. Eat something," she said with a gentle smile.

Su Xiuyu sat up, rubbing his temples, only to realize that his clothes had been changed. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "Mito... my clothes?"

Mito's face turned slightly red as she fidgeted with the tray. "Rei and I helped change your clothes together. You're too heavy for one person to handle," she admitted.

It wasn't the act of changing his clothes that embarrassed her—it was the thought of undressing him.

Su Xiuyu wasn't about to tease her, though. As much as he enjoyed her reactions, he respected her position as the princess of the Uzumaki clan. The two of them weren't officially a couple—at least, not yet.

"Mito," he said, his tone turning serious. "Let's return to the Uzumaki clan. I need to speak with the Great Elder about their future stance... and about us."

Mito's face flushed even deeper, and she nodded, barely whispering, "Okay."

For her, going back to the Uzumaki clan felt like returning home. As they walked together, chatting and laughing along the way, she felt her long-held hopes slowly turning into reality.

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Masahiko and Hibiki had also returned, picking up their usual bickering as soon as they set foot in the village.

"Hah! We made it back safely again!" Masahiko laughed heartily, slapping Hibiki back.

Hibiki rolled his eyes. "Don't act like you've been through some life-changing battle."

"Excuse me? We've seen plenty of wars—"

"But you've never seen a Susanoo battle or a Wood Golem fight a Susanoo," Hibiki cut in smugly. "Don't act like you've seen it all."

Masahiko fell silent, grumbling under his breath. It was true. The younger generation had become terrifyingly powerful. Three people alone could pacify the entire Fire Country.

The world was changing too fast. Masahiko and Hibiki could barely keep up. But at least Su Xiuyu had chosen to stand with them in the end. That thought alone was enough to lift their spirits.

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By the time they arrived at Uzushio Village, Mito was overwhelmed with a deep sense of belonging. The familiar sights and sounds of home filled her with warmth.

The Uzushio guards quickly escorted them to the Great Elder's meeting hall.

"Ah, little Mito is back. And Xiuyu too," the Great Elder greeted them with a smile.

"And us," Masahiko interjected, raising his hand.

The Elder barely glanced at him. "Oh, Masahiko, you're back too."

Hibiki, clearly annoyed, kicked Masahiko's leg under the table. "Do you have to make everything about yourself? You're here to celebrate, not steal the spotlight."

Mito nearly burst out laughing at their antics.

The Great Elder turned to Su Xiuyu, his expression shifting to a more serious one. "Xiuyu, what brings you to the Uzumaki clan this time?"

Su Xiuyu met his gaze without hesitation. "The Uchiha and Senju clans are forming an alliance. Together, with other ninja clans from the Fire Country, we plan to establish a great village—one that will finally bring peace and end the chaos of the Warring States Period."

His words struck like thunder in the Elder's ears.

The Great Elder had already heard whispers of Su Xiuyu's immense strength, and he had long suspected that something like this was coming. But hearing it confirmed left him momentarily speechless.

With Su Xiuyu, Madara, and Hashirama leading the charge, it wasn't just possible—it was inevitable.

"I understand your determination, and I do not oppose uniting the Fire Country," the Elder finally said. "But what I want to know is... where does the Uzumaki clan stand in your vision?"

Su Xiuyu's answer came without hesitation.

"The Uzumaki clan is my clan as well," he said firmly. "Not just because of Mito, but because you have treated me like family. You supported me without asking for anything in return. I'm not blind to that."

Hearing those words, the Great Elder finally felt at ease. He had taken a gamble by siding with Su Xiuyu, but if the young man had turned out to be ungrateful, it would have all been for nothing. Thankfully, that wasn't the case.

"In that case, the Uzumaki clan will form an alliance with the Uchiha," the Elder declared. "However, understand this: our loyalty is not to the Uchiha as a whole. Our bond is with you, Xiuyu. Our trust lies in you alone."

Su Xiuyu nodded. He understood the meaning behind those words. The Uzumaki were putting their faith in him personally, not the Uchiha as a clan. And he wouldn't betray that trust.

But there was still one more matter to address.

Su Xiuyu took a deep breath, then knelt on one knee before Mito. From behind his back, he pulled out a bouquet of flowers.

"Great Elder," he said formally, "I request your permission to marry Uzumaki Mito. Let's sign a marriage contract and give her an official status."

Mito's eyes widened in surprise before they filled with tears.

"I'm sorry if this isn't the grand or romantic proposal you imagined," he admitted. "But I know you've been waiting for this moment."

Mito took the flowers with trembling hands, smiling through her tears.

"Yes," she whispered. "It feels like I've waited for this for a long, long time... even though we've only known each other for a little over a year."

The Great Elder beamed with approval. This was more than he had hoped for. Their little princess had found her ideal husband, and Su Xiuyu—the God of Ninjas—was the perfect match for her. With them together, the Uzumaki clan's future was secured.

---

After some discussion, it was decided that the Uchiha clan would be invited to a formal, yet simple, engagement ceremony. Neither Su Xiuyu nor Mito had any objections.

Unfortunately for Masahiko and Hibiki, they were tasked with delivering the invitation letters. They grumbled the whole way, dreading the reaction of the Uchiha.

When Madara and Izuna received the news, they wasted no time. A grand procession was prepared, complete with lavish gifts loaded onto carts.

All along the journey to Uzushio, drums and gongs rang through the air, filling the streets with festivity.

Back in the Uzumaki village, the people were busy preparing for the celebration. Mito was beloved by all, and while some had initially been wary of Uchiha Xiuyu, they had grown fond of him during his past visits. Unlike the usual prideful and arrogant Uchiha, he had always been polite and respectful.

Besides, his reputation as one of the "Gods of Shinobi" had already spread.

The people of Uzushio understood what kind of man their little princess had chosen, and in their hearts, they all silently wished her happiness.

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