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"Hahahahaha, Madara, you can't even beat Colt?"
Hashirama started laughing wildly as he heard that.
"Shut up, Hashirama! I just haven't used all my strength!"
"Don't be embarrassed. After all, Colt has inherited my Wood Style. You couldn't beat me when you were alive, so it's no surprise you can't beat him after your death."
Hashirama waved his hands, and his expression was one full of sureness so it managed to infuriate Madara even more, because Hashirama truly meant that.
Madara's anger flared at Hashirama's teasing words, but he couldn't come up with a retort.
'He thought to himself, If I knew back then, I wouldn't have focused on all those taijutsu and ninjutsu duels.'
'Couldn't I just have flattened him with the Susanoo right away?'
"Hey kid, if you really can't handle it, just use your Flying Thunder God and escape. Madara won't catch up to you—Tobirama managed to keep him at bay with that many times back then," Hashirama advised, a hint of concern in his voice.
He genuinely didn't want this promising junior to die at his own hands.
"Don't worry. I don't think either of you can kill me," Colt replied, smiling as he looked at Hashirama's amused face.
"You hear that? You hear that?!" Madara shouted at Hashirama, pointing at Colt.
"This kid is way too arrogant!"
Hashirama sighed.
"There's nothing I can do about it… Alright, here we go!"
Hashirama clasped his hands together.
"[Wood Style: Wood Golem Jutsu]!"
"[Perfect Susanoo]!" Madara followed in sync.
The one who knew Hashirama the best was neither Uzumaki Mito nor Tobirama Senju—it was actually Uchiha Madara.
Without a word, the two executed their most powerful combination.
Madara's Susanoo armor fused with Hashirama's Wooden Golem, forming a towering armored figure that loomed hundreds of meters high.
They stood on either side of its shoulders, exuding overwhelming power.
The surrounding ninja forces, startled by the sheer scale of the jutsu, began to flee further into the distance.
"Do you really need to be this over-the-top?" Colt muttered, standing tall at just 1.8 meters, he was naturally dwarfed by the colossal form before him.
He calmly reached into his pocket and pulled out three 'marbles.'
"Madara-senpai, you gave these to me a while back. Now, I'm returning them to you!"
Madara and Hashirama glanced at each other in confusion.
"What is he talking about?" Hashirama asked.
"What did you give him?" Hashirama questioned, baffled.
"I have no idea…" Madara answered, equally puzzled.
Whoosh!
With a swift motion, Colt hurled the three marbles into the air.
As they streaked through the air, they quickly expanded into massive meteorites.
In seconds, the entire battlefield was overshadowed by them, and the ninja forces who thought they had escaped far enough began sprinting again, desperate to avoid the incoming devastation.
Boom! Boom!
The unexpected meteor strike landed directly on Madara and Hashirama's Susanoo-armored Wooden Golem.
Despite their giant stature, the meteorites dwarfed them in comparison.
The sheer weight and impact caused the ground to quake violently.
But the attack wasn't overbearing in strength.
As powerful as the technique was, it still was, in essence, just a huge stone with normal density. Both Madara and Hashirama quickly recovered, shattering the meteorites into massive boulders that scattered across the battlefield, creating craters in their wake.
From a distance, Orochimaru, who had been casually battling Naruto and Sasuke, turned his gaze toward the scene, surprised.
'So that's Colt's strength... I underestimated him.'
"Hahahaha! Good job, kid!" Hashirama's voice echoed out, filled with delight.
He was genuinely proud to see a ninja of Colt's caliber from his own village.
'This kid is Konoha's future!'
"Hmph," Madara scoffed.
"It was all just a show. That attack didn't do any real damage."
Madara summoned a long sword of chakra, wielding it with Susanoo's wooden-armored hands, and swinging it toward the sky.
"Don't worry," Colt smirked, his eyes flashing with determination.
"That was just a warm-up. Now the real battle begins!"
He clapped his hands together.
"[Wood Style: Wood Golem Jutsu]! [Perfect Susanoo]!"
A giant figure rose from the ground, formed by Colt's own combination of Wood Style and Susanoo.
His creation was a towering fusion of the two, clad in the sky-blue Susanoo armor.
The sight left Madara momentarily speechless.
"Impossible! The Mangekyō Sharingan can't produce this level of power!" Madara exclaimed, struggling to comprehend the sheer magnitude of Colt's jutsu.
The scale of Colt's Wooden Golem and Susanoo fusion was over 100 meters tall—something that even the most powerful Mangekyō should not be able to achieve.
As Colt's wooden giant clashed with Madara's long sword, he smiled.
"I never said I had a normal Mangekyō."
With a tear mark under his right eye and wings of light sprouting from his back, Colt infused a vast amount of Sage Chakra into his Wooden Golem, dramatically increasing its power.
"[Wood Style: Wood Dragon Jutsu]!"
With one punch, Colt's giant shattered the armor of Madara and Hashirama's Susanoo-armored Wooden Golem. The blow was so powerful it sent the two hurtling to the ground.
Colt leaped forward, raining down blow after blow, completely overwhelming his legendary opponents.
"Nice one, Colt!" Tsunade cheered from kilometers away, pumping her fist in excitement.
"This Kamiyo Colt is really something else," Senju Tobirama muttered as he evaded the chaos around him.
He, too, was impressed by Colt's display of power.
Still, Tobirama knew the battle was far from over.
"But you should still keep your distance. The next phase of this fight is too dangerous, even from here."
Tsunade, though surprised at Tobirama's warning, moved the ninja forces further away from the battlefield.
After all, if Colt lost, there would be no hope of victory for anyone.
"Madara, this is getting embarrassing," Hashirama said, half-jokingly.
"Shut up," Madara snapped, focusing on repairing his Susanoo armor.
He gritted his teeth in frustration, his pride as a warrior burning.
'If I were still alive, I would have run out of chakra by now… What kind of monster is this kid?'
Hashirama, noticing Madara's serious expression, also became more focused.
While he was happy to see Colt's abilities, the pride of the "God of Shinobi" within him stirred at this moment.
"Madara, are you ready?" Hashirama asked, the markings of the Sage Mode darkening around his eyes.
Madara sighed, recognizing the power Hashirama was about to unleash.
"Yeah, let's do it."
Together, they pushed Colt's Wooden Golem back with renewed vigor.
"Kid, this is the finishing move!"
Hashirama's chakra surged violently, making the ground quake.
Colt, unfazed, also clasped his hands together, a smile on his face.
Both sides then shouted in unison.
"[Sage Art: Wood Style: True Several Thousand Hands)]!"