I Am Uzumaki Menma

Chapter 388 - 388 Sorry For Not Letting You Enjoy The Fight, Sir

"Don't get too cocky, brat!" Madara blocked his own Ninjutsu, letting out a low roar, but his breath was clearly disordered.

Menma looked at Madara across the way, who still stood proudly but couldn't hide his fatigue and dishevelment. A sudden sense of boredom rose in his heart.

'Well... he's not that [Six Paths Madara] who absorbed the Ten-Tails and entered the Six Paths-level after all.'

Current Madara's strength was at most comparable to Jigen's second Kama stage. Perhaps he's superior in combat experience and skill, but his strength is far inferior to Isshiki.

It's not even enough to make Menma feel like using Dark Kyuubi Chakra Mode, let alone Tenseigan Chakra Mode.

Menma recalled in the original work, Madara in Edo Tensei state, relying on an immortal body and infinite Chakra, could act so wantonly, overpowering the Five Kage.

And after becoming the Ten-Tails Jinchuriki, he completely entered another level.

But now... the seventy-plus-year-old Uchiha Madara was just an old man forcibly prolonging his life with the Gedo Statue.

"It's really somewhat disappointing." Menma sighed softly. His voice wasn't loud but clearly reached Madara's ears, carrying a genuine sense of boredom.

These words, like sharp knives, brutally pierced Madara's proud self-esteem, making him feel more angered and humiliated than any physical attack!

"What did you say?!!" His eyes bulged, about to roar.

However, Menma had lost patience for further entanglement.

His figure instantly vanished from the spot!

The next moment, Menma appeared silently behind Madara!

Madara's Rinnegan didn't even capture any movement trajectory!

He only had time to feel a fatal chill from behind!

Squelch—!

A cold black Chakra Rod, as if piercing through thin paper, easily pierced the armor on his back, ran through his chest, protruding from his front!

Bringing out a spray of warm blood!

Madara's body stiffened abruptly, looking down incredulously at the black rod penetrating his chest.

Intense pain and the feeling of life rapidly fading instantly swept through his entire body.

"It's... Tobirama's Flying Thunder God Technique, right..." Madara coughed blood, his voice becoming hoarse and weak, but his tone carried understanding and mockery.

Tobirama used this Jutsu to kill his brother, Izuna! How could he forget!

"Even knowing this Jutsu... You're a Ninja from Konoha, right... Heh heh..."

Madara suddenly laughed, his laughter filled with endless sarcasm and sorrow: "After Hashirama and Tobirama... Konoha has truly declined... Actually able to nurture a powerful Ninja like you... but can't keep you..."

"Cough… It seems my choice to leave back then was right! Konoha... cough! Truly not worth it!"

"But—"Madara's voice suddenly rose, carrying final unwillingness and madness: "It's not over yet!!"

Accompanying this desperate roar, using the last remnants of his strength and Chakra, he fiercely clasped his hands together!

"Susanoo!!"

Blue Chakra shot skyward again! A more condensed, slightly smaller Susanoo than before rose from the ground, enveloping Madara!

Menma pulled out the black rod from within Madara's body, stepping back, watching seriously as Madara and the Susanoo formed three hand seals.

"Tengai Shinsei!" He let out his life's final roar, the Rinnegan's light burning to its limit!

This Susanoo lasted less than two seconds after forming the seals before dissipating with a roar, as if expending its last bit of energy.

And Madara, staggering out from the dissipating Susanoo, the penetrating wound on his chest bleeding profusely, his face pale as paper, his hair visibly turning grey, wrinkles reappearing on his skin as if he had aged decades in an instant.

He turned his back to Menma, stumbling to a large tree, laboriously leaning against the trunk to sit down, looking up at the gloomy sky as if waiting for something.

From the sky came a soul-trembling roar!

Madara turned his head, using those Rinnegan already starting to lose their luster, looking at Menma, revealing a smile mixed with madness, pride, and final obsession:

"Cough... If you use Flying Thunder God to escape... then the explosion's aftermath... will wipe the entire Amegakure... off the map!"

"There... are people you care about, right? Hahaha... How... how will you deal with it?! Hahaha—!!"

The sky... darkened!

A massive meteor over a hundred meters in diameter tore through thick clouds, rubbing against the atmosphere, burning with raging flames, plummeting fiercely towards this area!

Its enormous shadow instantly enveloped the forest below and distant Amegakure!

Tengai Shinsei!

This was Madara's ultimate Dojutsu using the Rinnegan to summon a meteor from outer space!

"So this is your final move?" Menma looked up, watching the increasingly massive meteor approaching.

He calmly raised his right hand, palm facing upward.

A dark red Chakra began rapidly gathering, compressing in his palm!

The surrounding air seemed twisted, sucked in by this power!

In the blink of an eye, an energy sphere, pitch-black inside but entwined with rapidly spinning dark purple Wind Attribute Chakra like planetary rings, had formed!

Mini Spiralling Ring!

Menma gently flicked his wrist. This Mini Spiralling Ring containing terrifying destructive power, as if captured by the meteor's gravitational pull, shot towards the falling massive meteor!

Under Madara's gaze filled with astonishment, that dark purple sphere, ridiculously small compared to the massive meteor, struck the meteor's center point!

The next moment, a world-shaking explosive roar!

Blindingly bright light erupted instantly, swallowing the hundred-meter diameter meteor!

Where the light passed, the meteor's hard rocky body melted and disintegrated silently like ice under sunlight, vanishing into nothingness!

The explosion's light illuminated the entire sky, even temporarily dispersing the Land of Rain's perpetual dark clouds!

The aftermath transformed into a violent hurricane, flattening forests, making rivers reverse flow!

Only some fragments scattered and fell.

In mere moments, the massive meteor capable of destroying a city was completely annihilated under this Mini Spiralling Ring's bombardment!

However, it wasn't over yet!

As the first meteor's wreckage was swallowed by light, behind it, a meteor over fifteen kilometers in diameter, carrying an even more despair-inducing oppressive force, slowly revealed its ferocious appearance!

"The second one! Heh... heh heh..." Leaning against the tree, Madara's breath was already faint as a wisp, his hair completely snow-white, face covered with old age spots, life like a candle in the wind.

He looked at that true world-ending meteor, then at Menma whose clothes weren't even ruffled. His eyes held no madness, only a near-liberating calm and a trace of final intense desire.

"Cough... I lost... completely... lost..." Madara's voice was hoarse like a broken bellows.

His gaze tightly locked onto Menma: "Besides Hashirama... you are... the one I fought... most happily with... Pity... I couldn't enjoy it fully... Let me see... before you completely kill me... let me see... your true... peak form... Otherwise... I'll die with eyes open..."

Menma looked down at the former overlord below whose life flame was about to extinguish yet still stubbornly pursued power.

"Since you sincerely request it..." Menma's voice echoed between heaven and earth: "Then, as you wish."

The moment his words fell—

Hum—!

A vast golden Chakra erupted from Menma's body!

Dazzling golden light instantly dispelled the meteor's shadow, dyeing the entire world in a glorious hue!

A magnificent, majestic golden Chakra Cloak rapidly covered his entire body. On both sides of his forehead, a pair of golden horns like dragon horns stood proudly!

And that fissure on his forehead, always tightly closed, now abruptly opened!

Revealing that golden Tenseigan containing the power of all creation!

A sea-like oppressive force spread out, even the meteor's falling momentum seemed to momentarily stagnate!

Tenseigan Chakra Mode, activated!

Menma hovered within the golden halo, like a sun god descending to the mortal realm.

Behind him, six pitch-black Truth-Seeking Balls instantly appeared, then were rapidly enveloped, saturated by the golden Chakra Halo, transforming into six Truth-Seeking Balls burning with golden flames, slowly orbiting him.

He slowly raised his right hand. Those six golden Truth-Seeking Balls, as if summoned, instantly flew before his palm, beginning to rapidly spin, fuse, take shape!

Finally, it formed an enormous golden light sword!

Menma didn't even look at the sky-obscuring massive meteor. He just took the golden light sword in his hand, facing the sky above, seemingly casually swinging it upward!

"Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion!"

That golden sword light just lightly passed through the center of the over fifteen-kilometer diameter massive meteor!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The next second, in the reflection of Madara's pupils filled with shock and ultimate satisfaction, that world-destroying massive meteor, along an incredibly smooth golden cut line, was split in half!

Immediately after, the two halves collapsed and disintegrated under gravity, finally thousands of meters above ground, exploding into countless shattered rocks and dust, raining down covering heaven and earth, but no longer posing any threat to Amegakure below.

The golden light slowly receded. Menma deactivated the Tenseigan Chakra Mode, landing back on the ground.

He turned his head, looking towards that large tree.

Aged Madara leaned against the tree trunk, head slightly lowered, body withered. Those Rinnegan that witnessed a century of Ninja World's storms, containing endless ambition and power, gradually dimmed.

But at the corner of his mouth remained a trace of a satisfied arc.

In life's final moment, he ultimately got his wish, personally witnessing Six Paths-level power.

Menma stood before Madara's remains. Rain continuously washed over the withered body of this former powerhouse.

The figure who once made the entire Ninja World tremble, Ninja World's Shura, was now like an extinguished star, a withered flower.

"After all, it's just a mortal body." Menma softly murmured to himself, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. "Battles below Six Paths-level can no longer make me feel true excitement."

He slowly stepped forward, squatting beside Madara's corpse.

Rain dripped down the liver-spotted white hair, splashing tiny water droplets on the muddy ground.

Just as Menma raised his hand to extract those Rinnegan, Kokyu's urgent voice suddenly rang in his mind:

"Menma! Nine o'clock direction, that white thing is here again!"

Almost simultaneously with Kokyu's warning, Menma's right hand had already condensed a pitch-black black Chakra Rod.

He didn't even turn his head. A flick of his wrist, and the black rod shot like an arrow from a bow towards the tree trunk at nine o'clock.

Squelch!

The black rod accurately pierced the thick tree trunk. Accompanied by a short, sharp scream, a White Zetsu manifested from the tree trunk, nailed firmly to the tree.

It struggled a few times, soon ceasing to move.

Menma slowly stood up, eyes slightly closed.

"Mind's Eye of the Kagura!"

Powerful sensing power spread out from him as the center, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield.

In his perception, dozens of White Zetsu lurked underground, within trees around, like earthworms underground, silently hiding.

And one special existence was frantically fleeing underground, its speed far exceeding other White Zetsu.

"Black Zetsu, huh?" Menma snorted lightly. "Forget it, I'm too lazy to chase this guy. But these White Zetsu, I'll accept them."

He raised his hand. Dense black Chakra Rods began appearing around him. These black rods hovered mid-air, emitting a cold chakra fluctuation.

"Go."

With his command, countless black rods shot out in all directions like a rainstorm.

They accurately pierced tree trunks, drilled into the ground, each hitting a lurking White Zetsu.

"Ah!"

"Help!"

"Damn! We're discovered!"

Screams rose one after another. One White Zetsu after another was forced out from hiding places.

They were nailed to ground, trees by black rods, struggling painfully but unable to break free from these black Chakra Rods.

Menma looked around, confirming no fish slipped through the net, then refocused on Madara's corpse.

He took out a specially made sealing scroll, carefully sealing Madara's remains along with those Rinnegan inside.

"Rinnegan, Hashirama's cells..." Menma, after finishing, looked at the scroll in his hand. "These should bring quite a lot of research results."

He stood up, humming a little tune, starting to collect these White Zetsu, just supplementing some research materials.