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  Tsuood frozen, struggling to process what she was seeing. Madara Uchiha—a legend from the Warring States Period—was alive.

  Madara ignored her shock, his gaze fixed solely on Shin.

  "Since you knew I was here, you still dared to show yourself?"

  He rose slowly, his voice deep and anding. Behind him, the Gedo Statue loomed, its gaunt, skeletal form exuding a straality—like a withered idol that somehow still pulsed with life.

  Shin's eyes flicked toward the statue.

  Ugly. But undeniably powerful.

  "Madara Uchiha, what are you implying?" Shin asked dryly. "Think I'm afraid of some old rat lurking underground?"

  His words were ced with open disdain. Though Madara's face remained unreadable, Shin could feel the irritation simmerih.

  Sure enough, Tobi Zetsu filed his arms in exaggerated arm.

  "Talking like that to Madara-sama? I already see your tombstone. I'll be sure to burn inse for you year!"

  Tsunade edged closer to Shin, whispering cautiously:

  "Are you sure you handle him?"

  Shin merely shrugged.

  "Rex. He's weaker thasutsuki I killed."

  And it was true. In his current state, Madara wasn't even close to ōtsutsuki Ryūsuke. Unless he was in his prime with the Rinnegan, he couldn't pare.

  "That thing behind him is uling…" Konan murmured, ing closer to Shin.

  "Don't worry," Shin reassured her, gently ruffling her blue-violet hair. "Right now, it's just a hollow shell."

  After all, the Gedo Statue could only be trolled by the Rinnegan—or, in Shin's case, his Rienseigan.

  Shin turned his attention baadara.

  "Madara Uchiha, you had someone spy on me. Why? Let's skip the games and be direct."

  With a casual wave of his hand, Wood Release surged to life, f several wooden chairs for Tsunade, Kushina, Mikoto, and Konan.

  Madara's eyes narrowed slightly.

  Wood Release.

  This wasn't in the White Zetsu's reports.

  As far as Madara knew, Shin possessed Ice Release, Formidable Taijutsu, and the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan—but not Hashirama's legendary power.

  Shin noticed Madara's rea and smirked.

  "Surprised to see your old rival's teique? Oh, and by the way—" Shin's grin widened. "I use True Several Thousand Hands too. If you want to relive that experience, just say the word."

  A flicker of irritation crossed Madara's face.

  The True Several Thousand Hands teique brought bapleasant memories—memories of Hashirama Senju fttening both him and the ails like an i under a boot.

  Even after all these years, that battle still haunted him.

  "What's with the silent treatment? I asked why you've been spying on me."

  Shin's voice turned sharp. A sudden wave of killing i surged from him, aimed directly at Madara.

  Tobi Zetsu, who had been about to speak again, froze, his body log up. Even a creature like him could feel the suffog weight of Shin's bloodlust.

  Madara's expression darkened.

  Shin's killing i was on par with his own—something that few, if any, had ever achieved.

  "Uzumaki Shin, I thought I was already giving you due attention," Madara murmured, "but it seems I still uimated you."

  At first, he hadn't taken the so-called 'Reaper of the Shinobi World' seriously. But standing before Shin now, he felt it.

  A real, visceral sense of impendih.

  Even Hashirama had never made him feel quite like this.

  Of course, that didn't mean Shin was strohan Hashirama. But Madara himself was far from his prime—old, inplete, and missing his real eyes.

  Shin, however—had Limitless Potential.

  "I have no i in a long versation," Shin said bluntly. "This pce of yours is dark and damp, and I find it rather disgusting."

  He gnced around with mild disgust.

  "Seriously, how do you even live here?"

  Madara didn't respond.

  "Anyway—" Shied a hand on his hip. "You must have plenty of jutsu tucked away in that old head of yours. Be a good senior and hand them over."

  His real i y in Yin–Yang Release, Six Paths Senjutsu, and the tless other abilities Madara had dabbled in.

  Madara's brow furrowed slightly before he spoke.

  "You want my jutsu? That es with a price."

  "A price, huh? How about your life?" Shin replied with a cold smile.

  A deadly silence filled the underground cavern.

  Madara's eyes narrowed dangerously.

  For a moment, the weight of his killing i pressed down on Shin like a suffog tide.

  "You brat…" Madara's voice was low, ced with menace.

  "Madara Uchiha—" Shin's smirk faded, his aura fring in response, overp Madara's killing i in an instant.

  Even Tobi Zetsu took an unscious step back.

  "Hand over what I want—or I'll send you straight to meet the Sage of Six Paths."

  Madara's jaw ched.

  In his current state, Madara was hardly the near-invincible Six Paths–level foe he might bee iure. Shihis all too well.

  "You're the first to threaten me like this," Madara muttered, fury roiling inside him.

  "In that case," Shin said, "it's my privilege."

  He noted Madara's growing anger but wasn't worried. Madara wouldn't risk a life-or-death fight now. His pn remained inplete, and his frail body wouldn't withstand a drawn-out battle.

  "Madara Uchiha, I'm younger and a lot less patient," Shin tinued. "So make your choice soon, or I'll make it for you."

  He drew a kunai and casually flipped it between his fingers. Madara's expression turned even more dangerous—Shin enly threatening him in a way he'd never experienced before.

  Pride told him to kill Shin, but logic reminded him his current body couldn't survive that. Win or lose, he would likely perish afterward.

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