Before Isshin could blink, he found himself in the thick of battle. Hundreds of shinobi clashed ruthlessly, driven by the need to dominate the opposing faction. The battlefield buzzed with raw energy, the sound of steel clashing and jutsu exploding filling the air.
"So, you really cracked the formula. You're truly a monster when it comes to talent, Isshin," Tobirama spoke with a hint of amusement, though his stoic expression remained unchanged.
Away from the chaos, Tobirama was catching his breath, clearly worn from the previous skirmish. "Huh? What happened to you, Tobi? You look like you've been beaten up," Isshin teased, smirking at the sight of the white-haired shinobi's battered state.
"*You—* Ugh, damn those Uchiha," Tobirama groaned, pain shooting through his body as Isshin's remark hit a nerve. Not waiting for a reply, Isshin moved closer.
"Allow me to heal you," he stated firmly, already beginning the process. His sharp eyes scanned Tobirama's injuries.
"Physical exhaustion, two broken bones, depleted chakra… You need thirty minutes of rest. I'll handle the battlefield." Without hesitation, Isshin channeled healing chakra into Tobirama's body, easing the pain and replenishing his drained chakra. He passed over painkillers and medical herb pills.
Tobirama, recovering slightly, shot Isshin with a sharp look. "Are you insane? Madara and his brother are far too strong for you to face alone!" His voice was laced with fury, finding Isshin's confidence borderline reckless.
"Too late. They're already here," Isshin responded calmly, his sharp senses already detecting the unmistakable chakra of the Uchiha brothers. Without explaining or uttering a words Isshin weaves multiple hand sign in seconds and planted a kunai on the ground creating a barrier for the white haired wounded shinobi which even make a full fledge sensory ninja cry, as he erase Tobi presence as well as chakra signature.
"Stay down, and don't move. I'll take care of them. Wait for my command," Isshin ordered, dismissing Tobirama's warnings as he summoned his custom weaponry—a long spear, a chakra-infused katana, and an arsenal of kunai and shuriken marked with mysterious engravings.
"Long time no see, Madara!" Isshin called out, pointing his katana at the infamous Uchiha. His excitement was palpable. "I've been waiting for this."
Madara's dark eyes narrowed as he regarded Isshin with suspicion. His younger brother glanced at him, equally puzzled.
"Eh? Who's he, brother? And how does he know you?" Madara's cold gaze didn't leave Isshin. "Is that you, Tobirama? This little charade is pathetic."
Isshin ignored their confusion, focusing his energy. "I hope you and your little brother can dance as well as per your clan's reputation suggests."
With those final words, Isshin charged, launching himself at the Uchiha brothers with fierce determination, showing no intention of holding back
Madara's sharingan eyes gleamed dangerously, analyzing Isshin's every move. "So, you think you can face both of us?" he sneered, his confidence unwavering despite Isshin's imposing presence. Beside him, Izuna's stance was tense, his sharp gaze focused and prepared for battle.
Izuna creates distance between Madara and Isshin while Isshin engages in battle with Madara head on.
[Sword art: Ashina Cross]
In a single, fluid motion, he unleashed the attack, a cruciform slash that moved faster than the eye could follow. The blade cut through the air with deadly precision, aiming to sever anything in its path. Madara, even with his three-tomoe sharingan, barely managed to raise his war fan in defense, the impact sending shockwaves rippling through the ground.
"Fast!" Madara muttered, regaining his footing, his eyes flickering with excitement. "Let's see what else you've got."
Madara even with his three tomoe sharingan easily sees and reacts to it by blocking it however unable to counter attack because of the power and speed behind Isshin attack. Madara lacked the experience against someone with Isshin caliber which was even clear to Marada.
"Who the hell are you! So strong." Madara acknowledge unable to hold his excitement and thrill of battle as he grins.
[Fire style: Great fireball technique]
Performing a hand sign and puffing out a huge intense orb like fire ball from his mouth aiming for Isshin, Madara took a big backward leap while Isshin stayed still observing the incoming fire technique.
"Pathetic." Was all Isshin uttered before he casually splits the fire orb in to completely destroy it effortlessly showcasing his experience and skills as swordsman.
Madara's eyes widened for a split second. He was no stranger to strong opponents, but Isshin's ease in dismantling his technique was unsettling. "Tch," Madara hissed under his breath, re-evaluating his approach.
Following fleeting Madara like a predator while changing up his wide range attack because Izuna was following him from behind scheming he could catch Isshin off-guard.
"Izuna now!"
"Come out of you delulu boys!" Isshin mocked, as both brothers now attempted to attack and approach Isshin at extreme speed from opposite directions.
[Spear sage art: Storm fury]
With a mighty downward swing, Isshin brought his spear crashing toward the ground. The spear, imbued with natural energy and wind chakra, created a shockwave that tore through the earth, the force sending rocks and debris flying in all directions. The sheer power of the technique made it almost impossible to dodge.
So he became the new prey, Madara on other hand observed and through his eyes of insight was able to grasp Isshin's intention clearly and jump in between to take damage on Izuna's behalf.