Chapter 602: Madara: Good Brother, Charity Begins at Home

"Look me in the eye, you little brat!"

A thick aura of resentment overflowed from Senju Hashirama; as the dignified patriarch of the Senju Clan and a pure man who pacified the Warring States period, he had actually turned into a woman—how could he accept this?

The crucial part was that he was still in front of Madara; his face had been completely lost.

And the culprit behind all of this was Uchiha Madara?

"Ahem!"

Madara was rare in that he chickened out for a second; he feigned calmness, coughed twice, and said:

"Hashirama, this is the price of resurrection, and also a side effect.

If you are unwilling, then go back to the Pure Land."

"..."

Hashirama was silent. Go back to the Pure Land? Stop joking; that place was boring, who would want to go back?

He immediately leaned in close to Madara's face, the two of them almost touching, even able to feel each other's breath, and asked suspiciously:

"Madara, did you do this on purpose?"

Madara shook his head in denial, saying: "How could that be? I would never stoop to doing such a thing."

"Alright, enough nonsense. Since you have been resurrected, then accompany me for a fight."

"It has been such a long, long time since I've loosened my tendons and bones..."

"Heh, Madara, you are no match for me? No matter how many times we fight, it is the same." A hint of smugness appeared on Senju Hashirama's face.

"Heh, is that so? Hashirama, in the days you were gone, I have learned many new abilities."

After speaking, Madara put his hands together, and a thick, deep blue Chakra overflowed from his body.

This Chakra began to aggregate crazily, forming the shape of a skeleton, and the surface of the skeleton was covered by strands of Chakra meridians; in the blink of an eye, it turned into a giant about three hundred meters tall!

Susanoo, Complete Body activated!

Seeing this, Hashirama smiled confidently, clapped his hands together, and said: "Wood Release: Wood Human Technique!"

Under his secret technique, the surrounding mountains and rocks shook, and the massive wood human condensed together with trees, quickly becoming a giant wood figure.

Although this wood human was slightly shorter than the Susanoo, its momentum was not the least bit inferior.

"Hashirama!"

"Madara!"

The two roared, with only each other in their eyes.

The wood human and Susanoo slammed into each other; intense energy fluctuations swept in all directions, shaking the heavens and the earth.

However, relying solely on the wood human was not enough to break the defense of the Complete Body Susanoo.

Senju Hashirama clapped his hands together once more and shouted:

"Sage Art: True Several Thousand Hands: Top Transformed Buddha!"

As the words fell, a Wood Release Buddha with a thousand wooden hands on its back appeared, and thousands of arms slammed toward the Susanoo together.

Such a dense attack was too much even for Susanoo to handle; it was beaten until it fell apart and shattered?

Although Hashirama had just been resurrected, because of the Resurrection Crystal, he was currently at his peak; in terms of both stamina and Chakra, he could be called a walking super Tailed Beast.

Madara was beaten quite miserably; he lay against a rock wall, yet a look of excitement hung on his face.

Yes, this is the feeling!

My blood, it hasn't burned like this in a long time!

This feeling is something only Hashirama can give him!

"Madara, you're still the same as ever."

Hashirama jumped down from the wood human and walked in front of Madara.

Whether it was a problem with his gender change, or a mix of anger, depression, and other emotions, he actually raised his foot and stomped hard on Madara's face, cursing boisterously while stepping on him.

If anyone else dared to insult Madara like this, Madara would definitely scatter that person's ashes.

But because it was Hashirama doing this action, the contrast was too great, which made Madara, a ten-thousand-year bachelor, feel humiliated yet heart-fluttering?

As Hashirama kept stepping, he realized something was wrong; what the hell was this expression on Madara's face?

Why did he look like he was enjoying it? This was a punishment, not a reward?

"Keep going, Hashirama."

With his head buried in the rock, the corners of Madara's mouth curled up, revealing white teeth, his pupils dilated wide.

"Baka, Madara, I didn't expect you to be such a pervert."

Hashirama cursed and kicked Madara's head. Madara spun dozens of times in the air like a spring before crashing down heavily.

However, this level of injury was not a problem for Madara at all?

Possessing the Wood Release Sage Body and the Otsutsuki constitution, as long as his heart wasn't instantly destroyed, his external wounds would recover immediately.

Steam rose continuously from Madara's body; he slowly crawled up from the ground and let out a long sigh—it really felt comfortable?

Hashirama was truly baffled by this scene and asked: "Are we still fighting?"

"Let's talk about it another day. That's it for today," Madara said.

Hearing this, Hashirama withdrew his aura and sat down on the ground with a thud; the "evil" on his chest burst out to the heavens, yet he was oblivious, muttering to himself:

"Being a woman is troublesome; these lumps are too heavy and affect combat. Everything else is fine, I'll just make do."

Madara sat down beside Hashirama and said calmly:

"It's good that you're resurrected."

"By the way, Madara. How is the shinobi world now?" Hashirama asked.

Madara said casually: "A total mess; the Third Shinobi World War is breaking out, and the major nations keep fighting and fighting, just like a cycle that never ends."

"Oh."

Hashirama responded with a grunt, his face expressionless.

It was impossible to tell if he was angry, resentful, dejected, lonely, or something else.

"What about the Senju Clan?" Hashirama continued to ask.

"They're all pretty much dead." A gloating expression appeared on Madara's face.

"?? How did this happen? The Senju were, at the very least, the number one clan in Konoha; how could it end up like this?" Hashirama asked.

"Heh, the peace of Konoha was maintained by you, the First Hokage. After you died, no one awakened Wood Release, and Konoha lost its power as the strongest ninja village.

In order to continue this peace, the Senju Clan willingly became subjects for the Wood Release experiment project.

And this experiment, without exception, failed completely. Coupled with the ninja wars, the men of the Senju Clan all died out, and so they faded into obscurity," Madara said.

In a certain sense, Wood Release is not a Bloodline Limit; it requires specific power to awaken, and the most important of these is the Chakra of Asura.

Wood Release like that of Yamato is fine for doing some landscaping or real estate work, but when thrown into battle, the effect is not very great; wanting to reach the level of Hashirama is simply impossible.

"I didn't expect it to turn out like this either; it seems our era has faded," Senju Hashirama said.

"That's not right. Since I've been dead for so many years, Madara, with your power, re-establishing the order of the ninja world shouldn't be difficult, right? Why do other ninja villages still exist?"

Hashirama suddenly thought of something; in his memory, Madara's ambition was immense, so how could he be willing to remain silent and unknown?

"If I said I didn't care, you certainly wouldn't believe me, Hashirama."

"Back at the battle at the Valley of the End, although I faked my death and survived, I was also severely injured and could only linger on in a desperate state.

I only recently obtained some fortuitous encounters to return to my peak, and incidentally, resurrected you," Madara said.

"Why didn't you resurrect your younger brother?" Hashirama suddenly asked.

Although he was naturally dense, he was not stupid. He could guess a few things from a few words.

"There will be an opportunity in the future," Madara said, without explaining.

"In the future?"

Looking at Madara, Hashirama pondered.

Suddenly, a playful look appeared on his face, and he said:

"Hehe, Madara. Since you've been resurrected as a woman, and you've been a lifelong bachelor for ten thousand years, we are good brothers; charity begins at home, so I'll let you have me."

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