Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 315: Hashirama Returns, The World-Destroying Great Buddha

Chapter 315 - 315: Hashirama Returns, The World-Destroying Great Buddha

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It was as though he had fallen into a rift that led straight to the depths of the abyss. Armand lay within the dark crevice, his eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.

Who was he?

He was a divine being who had ignited the Divine Flame, a formal member of the Ōtsutsuki Law Enforcement Division, and the most powerful warlord (self-proclaimed) under the command of the Terminator.

Had it not been for the foolish elders of the council, who insisted that the lady descend in person, he alone would have been more than enough to erase Earth from existence.

Armand had once suspected that Earth harbored a native deity. Otherwise, how could those fools have suffered one defeat after another?

What he had not expected, however, was that several native beings who had yet to awaken divine traits could actually inflict injury upon him.

Indeed, even though he possessed a Divine Body, he had still suffered serious wounds. The damage he had taken would require a vast amount of chakra to recover from.

If he were to go through this a few dozen more times, even someone like him might actually fall, though in truth, that was something he considered utterly impossible.

"You damned fool. You've succeeded in enraging me."

"I will raze this entire village to the ground."

His fury surged like a storm, so intense that it seemed to stir the very heavens and earth.

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With just 10% of his muscle power, Armand was already capable of easily overpowering a Six Paths-level opponent like Haruto.

So then, what would happen if he instantly pushed it to 40%? What kind of strength would that grant him?

BOOOOMM—!!!

A thunderous explosion echoed through the void. The rift, like a fragile bubble, shattered entirely. A figure burst forth, howling through the air, charging straight toward the colossal being standing tall in the sky.

Upon witnessing this, Uchiha Madara let out a cold snort. His immense ocular power locked onto the enemy. His long sword, brimming with majestic divine might, came crashing down like a flood engulfing the mountains and rivers.

So what if he was a divine being? Madara had always slain gods.

As expected, Armand was once again struck down by the heavy sword. Half of his body was utterly annihilated in the violent clash of energies.

However, this time his recovery was incredibly swift. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared in front of the Ultimate Susanoo.

Without any fancy techniques or exaggerated movements, he threw a punch.

A terrifying, deep rumble echoed in all directions.

That behemoth of a creature, towering nearly a thousand meters high, was sent hurtling backward by a single punch from the man.

"Hahahaha! Is that all it takes to break you?" Armand laughed wildly as he gave chase without hesitation, refusing to grant his opponent even a moment to catch his breath. Blow after blow, he struck the exact same spot with relentless precision.

Even the Ultimate Susanoo, with all its formidable strength, was nearly unable to withstand the fury of his explosive assault.

"Tch. As expected, he's a real problem," Madara muttered with a frown, glancing at the surroundings that were growing darker by the second.

In less than ten seconds, the Ultimate Susanoo had been beaten into outer space by the enemy's overwhelming power.

But perhaps being here was better. At the very least, he could now unleash his full strength without worrying about harming others.

"It's still not shattered?" Armand's eyes flickered. For the first time, he truly acknowledged his opponent's strength.

"Very well. This power of yours is impressive. I officially recognize you," the man said, unabashed and full of arrogant praise.

Little did he know, he had just stolen one of Madara's favorite lines.

"How interesting," Madara murmured. His purple Rinnegan, adorned with tomoe, gleamed brightly. Within a radius of a hundred thousand li, countless meteors began to converge madly toward the enemy's location.

Divine Art (Shinjutsu): Heavenly Obstacle Quaking Star!

"How interesting indeed." Faced with the apocalyptic sight, Armand remained utterly unfazed. He merely increased his power to yet another level.

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Facing the downpour of incoming meteors, he threw a single punch. Instantly, a portion of space was swept clean, as if a patch of cosmic debris had been erased from existence.

Hundreds, even thousands of meteors? They were nothing to him.

With a thousand punches, he could dismantle the enemy's Divine technique with ease.

"Come on, show me something else."

"Give me everything you've got. Entertain me if you can. Hahaha!"

Madara's brow twitched slightly. He fell silent, silently vowing that once this battle was over, he would personally rip that damned arrogant mouth apart.

The battle of Konohagakure had already escalated, stretching from the Land of Fire all the way into outer space.

Meanwhile, the power of the Reincarnation Star-Destroying Cannon had triggered massive tremors across the entire planet.

Little Blue Star, seemingly conscious of its own suffering, gave a weary sigh: "I'm tired. Just let me be destroyed."

"Lady Sakishiki!" Fuyuki called out anxiously.

By all rights, with her Lady's power, even taking a direct hit head-on should not have resulted in death. And yet, she could not shake the ominous feeling looming in her heart.

"This planet is definitely not normal." The young woman's brows furrowed deeply.

Her experience was vast. At a single glance, she could tell that Earth's development was beyond strange.

There were powerful planets out there, yes, but their strength always had some sort of logic or origin.

There were divine beings born of religious civilizations, empress-level rulers born of savage civilizations, planets where advanced technology reigned supreme, and so on.

But Earth was something entirely different. It had given rise to a group of inexplicable, incomprehensible beings whose origins defied understanding.

How could she describe the feeling?

It was like playing a real-time strategy game and, right at the start, seeing a few super-units pop out of nowhere, units that shouldn't even be available under normal conditions.

If they had been external beings like Kaguya, it would have made more sense. But the fact that these monsters had been born right here on this planet only made it even more bizarre.

She had already sensed that something was terribly wrong with Earth. Unfortunately, by the time she realized the full scope of the problem, it was already far too late to react.

The clash had already begun in full, and regardless of what secrets might be hidden in the shadows, they would now have to face them head-on.

As she worried, a figure tore through the sky, heading straight toward the luminous direction of the moon.

"My lady..." Fuyuri finally relaxed, silently berating herself for her earlier doubt and foolishness.

Her lady was invincible. The power granted by the second awakening of the Divine Flame was utterly unparalleled, beyond all comparison.

How could a mere native planet possibly produce someone capable of standing against her?

Though Chakra Fruits might appear similar in shape and form, the energy within each could vary immensely, depending on the quality and quantity of chakra absorbed during their formation.

To describe the difference as worlds apart would not be an exaggeration in the slightest.

Igniting the Divine Flame once was already an extraordinary feat, but achieving a second ignition was far more difficult—so much so that it bordered on the impossible.

She had devoured no fewer than five Chakra Fruits, and yet she remained distant from the threshold required to kindle the Divine Flame a second time.

This was the truth. This was the very reason why the Twelve Apostles of the Law Enforcement Division were so terrifying that even their names alone inspired dread across galaxies.

From thousands of years ago, Kaguya had already begun laying down her plans. Yet all of it had been undone, sabotaged by those two overly dutiful sons of hers, who had joined forces to bring her downfall.

Recalling just how difficult it had been to accumulate enough energy, Fuyuki couldn't help but silently scold herself once again. She should never have doubted her lady, not even for a moment.

Gripping the scepter tightly in her hand, she swung it with renewed force. She needed to accelerate the conquest of this planet and begin the planting of the Divine Tree sapling without delay.

BOOOOOOOMMM!!!!

The colossal Ten-Tails rooted itself deep into the land. Under Fuyuki's control, it began to grow wildly, expanding its roots and branches with ferocious energy.

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Meanwhile, in the Pure Land, by the banks of the River of the Underworld.

"We must hasten our efforts!"

"No, we're still lacking something... just a little more."

"The Divine Tree has already begun growing. Countless lives are now hanging by a thread. We can no longer afford to wait!"

"There is no other choice. Everyone, do you still remember the vow we made when we joined the Shinobi Sect?"

"Hah, how could I ever forget? I've always been ready to give my life for the sake of peace."

"A thousand-year lifespan... I've already been granted more than my share from the heavens. I have lived long enough."

"Brothers, let us all come together and help him take that final step."

"In the next life, may we share laughter and wine once more."

Those who had once joined the Shinobi Sect were not ordinary people. Each of them had been the greatest of their generation, the peak of their respective eras.

They had willingly given up everything to uphold peace across the world. It was their shared belief that when the time came, each of them must fulfill their duty, regardless of the cost.

Now, the perfect and rightful successor had appeared. Their mission was finally nearing its end.

There was no sorrow. Only a profound sense of relief, a quiet liberation that followed the release of a long and heavy burden.

As the figure in the energy pool slowly descended, the once grand and echoing hall stood silent, devoid of all other presence.

The laughter and chatter that had once filled it had long since faded into fleeting memories.

A single tear slipped silently from the corner of his eye as Hashirama slowly opened his eyes. In that moment, in the cold and solemn lands of the Underworld, flowers inexplicably began to bloom.

"Well, I suppose being resurrected is a good thing, after all."

Ever the optimist, Hashirama quickly broke free from the sorrow lingering in his heart.

He rolled his neck, shook out his arms, and then, after glancing around to make sure he was alone, quietly tugged at the waistband of his pants and peeked down at his little brother.

"Not bad. Better than Kyōsuke's... maybe even Madara's."

Saying this, he suddenly felt a strange sense of pride swell in his chest.

After goofing off a little, Hashirama's expression turned serious. Closing his eyes, he began to carefully sense the flow of the world around him.

It did not take long before he locked onto Fuyuki, who was in the process of planting the Divine Tree.

"Blindly planting trees... These aliens have no sense of civic responsibility."

Muttering a quiet complaint, he raised a finger and lightly tapped the air in front of him. In an instant, a deep and endless spatial rift tore open before him.

Having completely absorbed the power of the Shinobi Sect, Hashirama's strength had undergone unimaginable transformation.

Among the many members of the Sect, a few had mastered space-time ninjutsu. Their knowledge now resided within him.

"Though it may be a bit inappropriate at the moment... I'm truly excited to see my old friends again."

"Madara, don't you dare lose to the enemy before I get there."

With a single step, the figure of Senju Hashirama vanished from the Pure Land without a trace.

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In the Core Dimension, Kyōsuke let out a long sigh as he awakened from his meditative state.

The Chakra Fruit had been fully digested.

His evolution into a divine being had indeed been completed. His strength had grown... to a certain degree.

That was right—only to a certain degree.

It wasn't that the fruit lacked power. Nor was the method flawed. The reason the improvement seemed underwhelming was because the height he had already reached left little room for further dramatic gains.

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[Name: Uchiha Kyōsuke

Age: 47 (Konoha Year 26)

Physical Strength: Undying Body (Tier One)

Mental Strength: Divinity (Tier One)

Chakra Level: Divine Flame (Tier One)

Abilities Mastered: Time Control, Cursed Seal, Chidori, Flying Thunder God, Eight Gates, Karma Seal, Susanoo, Sage Arts, Sukunahikona, Amenominaka

Kekkei Genkai: Rinne Sharingan, Sage Body, Swift Release, Steel Release, Lava Release, Boil Release, Wood Release, Ice Release, Crystal Release, Dust Release, Storm Release, Explosion Release

Chakra Nature Transformations: Fire (MAX), Water (MAX), Lightning (MAX), Wind (MAX), Earth (MAX), Yin (MAX), Yang (MAX)

Summon Beasts: Hiti, Manda

Ninja Tools: Yata Mirror

Points: 2,741,500]

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Having destroyed the entire Shadow Star, his accumulated points had skyrocketed to nearly three million.

His body, mind, and chakra had all surpassed the level of the Six Paths, reaching a realm even he could not fully comprehend.

Yet Kyosuke knew very well that, despite all he now possessed, it still would not be enough to defeat that woman.

The Reincarnation Star-Annihilation Cannon was a weapon of terrifying power. The very fact that he could regard it as a trump card meant, in his view, that even beings who had awakened the Divine Flame would fall before it.

And yet, that woman had destroyed it in a single sword strike.

Her strength had reached a level beyond imagination, so far above his that he could hardly see the path leading up to her.

With his current strength, returning to face her would be no different than throwing his life away. Even if he gave it everything he had, the chance of victory was, at best, a mere two in ten.

"A twenty percent chance of winning... might as well be none at all."

He let out a deep breath. With a flip of his palm, a crystal-clear fruit appeared in the center of his hand, glowing faintly.

[System Notification: Successfully exchanged 'Chakra Fruit'. Cost: 999,999 points.]

Kyōsuke understood that the enemy would never spare the lunar base.

That place still housed the remnants of his army, the loyal old guard who had never abandoned him. They had followed him through life and death, even now holding their positions, waiting for his return.

And then, there were Maya and Izumi. Those dear to him would all perish, whether he returned or not.

Fortunately, the current shinobi world lacked many things, but it certainly did not lack means of resurrection. As long as he could defeat the enemy, it would be a simple matter to bring back those he cared about one by one.

With that certainty in his heart, Kyōsuke resolved to continue consuming the chakra fruits and push his strength beyond any limit he had known.

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"Reality has never been kind."

Without hesitation, he swallowed the fruit whole. Sitting down with legs crossed, he closed his eyes in meditation. On his forehead, the lone eye embedded there began to glow with a sinister crimson light.

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"Who is there?"

The vast surge of chakra, blazing like a scorching sun, instantly caught Fuyuki's attention. There was no way such an intense presence could escape her senses.

"You're asking me?" A step echoed as Hashirama emerged through the spatial rift. He scratched the back of his head, looking awkward and unsure of how to respond. "I'm Senju Hashirama," he finally said.

"Playing dumb will not help you," the woman said coldly. With a chilling snort, she raised her staff high. A chorus of ghostly wails tore through the air as countless phantoms materialized around her. Each of these spectral figures radiated a dreadful presence, their strength easily rivaling that of a Kage-level shinobi.

In simpler terms, at that very moment, no fewer than several dozen Kage-level spirits charged toward Hashirama from all directions.

"Do we really have to fight?" Hashirama let out a long sigh, then drew in the surrounding natural energy with a single breath. In the blink of an eye, all the nature energy within thousands of miles had been drained dry.

Even so, the amount of chakra this granted him was less than ten percent of his full strength.

This alone made it clear to Hashirama that Sage Mode no longer offered him any meaningful advantage.

"How quickly things change."

The power of the Ashura of the Tenth Life burst forth. The chakra gifted to him by the Shinobi Sect surged through his body like boiling seas, creating waves of devastating pressure.

In the original Fourth Great Ninja War, even an Edo Tensei Hashirama manipulating chakra could make an entire room shake with its force.

But now, with his Ashura form fully awakened and his will unwavering, even the heavens and earth began to respond to him. The skies churned restlessly, the winds roared with primal fury, and the ground trembled beneath his feet, as though the world itself could no longer endure the power he was about to release.

"It's time I fought seriously."

A vast, boundless life force surged from within him, flooding the surroundings with overwhelming vitality. From that torrent of power, a colossal Senju Kannon statue emerged—ancient, divine, and awe-inspiring in every sense. Even its head alone was vast enough to eclipse the sun and cast the battlefield in shadow.

Divine Art: Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands!

Below, Fuyuki was utterly stunned.

She had seen massive enemies before, of course. But something on this scale? That was rare, truly rare.

In the brief time that had passed, the Senju Kannon had not stopped growing. By visual estimate alone, it had already surpassed three thousand meters in height.

Even the mighty Ultimate Susanoo, with all its terrifying strength and power, looked like a child standing before this titan.

"So... so big..." Fuyuki murmured, gazing up with wide eyes.

She was shaken to her core.

Naturally, anyone would be overwhelmed when faced with a giant of such monstrous size.

Unlike her companions, she had never relied on brute strength to win her battles. Instead, she fought through numbers.

If a single undead was not enough, she would summon a hundred. If a hundred could not win, then a thousand would come forth.

Her unique power allowed her to gather the souls of the dead, slowly converting them into specialized undead she could command.

The more people she killed, the stronger she became. Even now, she could not say for certain how many Kage-level spirits she had stored away.

Quantity changed quality. No matter how powerful the enemy, she had always trusted in her overwhelming numbers to win.

But today, she had miscalculated.

When fists capable of matching nuclear explosions began falling like rain, her precious numbers meant nothing.

In that moment, the Five Great Nations all felt the tremors beneath their feet. It was the earth itself shaking under the impact of the Senju Kannon's hundred punches per second.

The Buddha could grant salvation. But it could also bring annihilation.

Senju Hashirama had returned, and he made his presence known to the enemy with a devastating blow from his apocalyptic Buddha.

Soon, the speed at which spirits were destroyed surpassed the speed at which new ones could be summoned.

When the first punch landed on Fuyuki, she felt the terrifying power of a hundred nuclear blasts per second tearing through her body.

What bullshit divine being? When every cell in one's body was utterly annihilated, not even the strongest resurrection ability could save them.

Fuyuki died!

A warrior of the Law Enforcement Division, one worthy of being called a god, was reduced to nothing under the relentless assault of the World-destroying Great Buddha.

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