Isshin pov
*Tch "Don't tell me you haven't awakened Mangekyu sharingan yet?" I muttered in complete disappointment in the black haired dou. Even Toki and Sekiria had there Mangekyo at the age of 23 although it was trigger due to my intervention still.
"....." Madara and Izuna quickly jump back and stand on their feet taking Taijutsu stances and not immediately responding to the insult. "Don't underestimate the Uchiha!"
Passing them their weapons which they dropped a few second back I muttered. "NAh, that's not my style…perhaps I overestimated you or maybe this is not the correct time or is it?" The statement and the contradiction, puzzled the brothers while they gladly took their tools back.
"Who are you? And how do you know so much about our Kekkai Genkai?" Madara was the one who asked, he was slightly curious as not many shinobi even among Uchiha know about the evolution let alone a stranger.
"We will talk later! Right now I want you to understand the difference in our power." I expelled the weapons back into the scroll with some hand signs. "Tobi makes sure no one interferes in our fight."
I request that Tobirama had already healed his wounds by now which I could tell. How? Well the barrier I erected would only be undone when the person/ target is healed completely which is also the only down side of that technique.
Additionally I didn't want any sort of disturbance or interruption.
"..." Izuna and Madara stood on guard upon hearing Tobirama's name as he was far away still in the edges of the forest while we were in the battle field. The three of them were silent, refrain from commenting.
*Tch
Was all I heard from Tobirama, he neither agreed nor disagree, I could feel his angry chakra fluctuating from a distance as if I was a sensory time shinobi. "Your arrogance will be your end!"
Izuna declared, his eyes glowed in crimson red just like Madarajust like me who just had heavy badass armor. They were without tools or weapons, quite unexpected as they were shinobi with no honor or rules. "When I have these bloody hands and Fuinjutsu I don't require weapons."
The air was heavy with tension, I stood in the middle of the space, surrounded by his two Uchiha's. The odds were stacked against me because throwing hands was not my domain, but my calm, centered stance said otherwise. I was ready.
In an instant, Madara attacked first, his body a blur of motion as he launched a lightning-fast roundhouse kick aimed at my head. I leaned back, narrowly avoiding the blow, and countered with a swift front kick straight to his midsection. He barely blocked it, his forearms absorbing the strike, but the force still sent him skidding back a few feet.
In the current fight my weak point was indeed exploited which was taijutsu. Moreover with their sharingan I could be easy to read. However I had one upper hand which was natural energy/senjutsu thanks to my seals.
Before I could press the advantage, the Izuna charged in with all the force of a runaway train, fists flying in a brutal display of raw power, using new taijutsu techniques.
His first punch, a heavy right hook, was aimed at my jaw which I ducked, then slid inside the Izuna guard, delivering a sharp elbow strike—straight —into the Izuna's ribs. Izuna grunted, staggering back, but remained on his feet, swinging wildly again.
My feet shifted, smoothly moving into a defensive stance, bobbing and weaving around the Izuna flurry of punches. Each miss left him more exposed. With a snap decision, I seized the moment, pivoting sharply and driving a low, crushing kick—into his thigh. As his leg buckled, forcing him to retreat.
But Madara was already back in the fight, darting in low with a sweeping kick aimed at my legs. His movements were fluid, almost dance-like, a clear indicator of his background. I jumped, avoiding the sweep, and as I landed, delivered a swift punch aimed at his face. He twisted his body just in time, deflecting the blow and returning with a flurry of strikes, each one faster than the last.
I parried his strikes with efficiency, each deflection minimal but perfectly timed. He left an opening, and I took it—my knee shot up in a powerful lethal strike to his ribs, sending him stumbling sideways, breathless.
Izuna also, recovering from my earlier strike, roared in fury and charged again, this time employing grappling techniques. He aimed to grab me by the waist and slam him into the ground. I sidestepped the grab with fluidity, using my momentum against him. In a seamless motion, I threw him at his brother with a well-timed hip toss.
As he crashed into the Madara, I immediately shifted his attention to the Madara, who had regained his composure and was sprinting toward me with a flying knee aimed at my chest. With a flicker of instinct, I raised my leg in a high spin kick, intercepting him mid-air. The impact was brutal, his momentum working against his as the kick slammed into his torso, sending him crashing to the floor.
The Izuna, unwilling to give up, lunged at me from behind with a wild punch. I spun, ducking under the blow, and delivered a vicious spinning backfist—a technique pulled from Hashirama training—that connected squarely with the man's jaw. Izuna's eyes glazed over as he collapsed in a heap.
Breathing heavily, Madara tried to stand but faltered for a second. I strode toward him, delivering a final, precise elbow to his temple, knocking him out cold.
The fight was over. Both brothers lay defeated on the cold ground floor, broken by my mastery of multiple mixed martial arts enhanced by Senjutsu. I stood tall, my body barely showing any signs of fatigue, as the silence of victory settled around me.