Powerful! Intense! Unparalleled!
A crimson world, as if a demonic descent had begun, accompanied by a haunting BGM—
All of it together was an experience unlike any before, something that stirred the wild instincts buried deep in human nature.
And with that, Madara Uchiha's calm heart was lit ablaze.
"Interesting..."
He slowly lowered his arms, which had been crossed in front of his chest, his aura rapidly surging. The three-tomoe Sharingan in his eyes began to rotate slowly.
"So the pathetic beast still has power hidden away? Come then—let me see if you can make me dance in full!"
With those words, the battlefield's war rose joined in fully, and Madara was truly feeling it.
He had fought many battles in his past, and relished dancing across the battlefield—but back then, there was no such thing as a battle BGM, was there?
Now, with this tasteful and invigorating background track fueling his fighting spirit, and being actually quite catchy—it was a brand-new experience for Madara Uchiha.
Meanwhile, the battlefield began to change dramatically. The earth cracked as plants burst forth, tearing up the farmland. Thick roots and green vines emerged, but due to their size and weight, they collapsed under their own mass.
Only at the very center did a massive crimson fruit grow, protruding prominently, and upon it were many tomoe—symbols of the Uchiha—making the fruit look twisted and full of sin.
In the next instant, the plants transformed again. Countless Sharingan opened across the branches. Red light flashed instantly, and the sense of distortion spiked.
The entire farm was now covered in plants, the sky and earth dyed red, turning the whole world into something seemingly corrupted by the power of an unspeakable eldritch god.
Madara narrowed his eyes in displeasure and let out a cold snort of discontent.
"To combine Hashirama's Wood Style with our Uchiha Sharingan to create such an abomination... how repulsive."
To Madara, the giant plant covered in Sharingan was merely a grotesque fusion of Wood Style and Sharingan—a twisted monstrosity.
Unspoken fury surged within him. It was sickening, like seeing someone grow an arm from Hashirama cells and implant a mass of Sharingan into it. Utterly absurd and grotesque.
Fortunately, Madara knew this was all just genjutsu. Though irritated, he wasn't enraged.
After all, in reality, no one would actually cultivate a Hashirama-arm and stuff it full of Sharingan... right?
At that moment, the crimson fruit at the center fully opened. The root vines around it unfurled, revealing the entire 50-meter-wide fruit.
It looked like a giant eye opening in a blood-red world, covered in crying tomoe like blood-stained Sharingan tears.
The roots then twisted again, wrapping around the fruit. They began to grow, change, and distort, until a massive humanoid form took shape.
When the transformation completed, it became a giant seated Buddha statue.
The Buddha's face wore a serene expression, its fingers posed in a classic mudra. The roots below it resembled a colossal lotus platform.
From afar, it might appear to be a sacred miracle—an awe-inspiring plant-formed Buddha.
But up close, one would see it was covered in dense, countless Sharingan. They dotted its skin like pores, covering even the lotus beneath it.
This turned the serene Buddha into something unnameable and demonic, like a corrupted god from a Lovecraftian myth. Just a glance would shred your sanity.
Even Madara Uchiha furrowed his brows deeply at the bizarre sight. Unease and agitation stirred within him.
Yet through the entire transformation, Madara did not move. He didn't take the opportunity to interrupt the enemy mid-transformation—
Even though the transformation sequence was absurdly long and clearly invited interruption.
But Madara's pride knew no such tricks. He would only dance with an opponent fully prepared.
Especially now, rejuvenated within this genjutsu game, Madara wanted to savor it.
Then, the demonic Buddha opened its eyes. Those red eyes locked onto Madara, and sinister red light bathed its form, intensifying its already disturbing aura.
A grand, sacred-sounding voice echoed, as though announcing divine judgment:
"Having seen the Tathāgata—why do you not kneel?"
As the voice rang out, the chanting vibrated through the world. A tremendous wave of spiritual force slammed directly into Madara's mind.
Even he, the invincible Madara, frowned. With a cold snort, he unleashed the power of the Sharingan and a vast surge of chakra to neutralize the attack.
Facing the colossal Buddha, Madara raised his hand and formed hand seals—
"Katon: Gōka Mekkyaku (Fire Style: Majestic Destroyer Flame)"
A raging sea of fire swept forth, engulfing the vegetation.
Though only a B-rank jutsu, in Madara's hands, it surpassed even the power of S-rank techniques used by typical Kage-level shinobi.
In an instant, swathes of plants ignited. The scent of burning vegetation and scorched flesh filled the air—
The plants weren't just Sharingan-filled—they contained flesh and blood.
The monstrous Buddha responded with solemnity:
"Ignorant fool."
Its palms clapped together thunderously. Red light surged from its body. The countless Sharingan across its surface all began to move, then all locked onto Madara simultaneously.
The next moment, an overwhelming barrage of red beams rained down on Madara.
Without hesitation, he activated Susano'o—entering directly into its third form and encasing himself.
However, the seemingly invincible warrior Susano'o began to collapse under the red barrage. It didn't last five seconds before its outer layer was shattered, and the inner layer was rapidly crumbling too.
Seeing this terrifying attack, Madara moved at high speed, boosting his output—
Susano'o surged into its fourth form, growing legs and reaching twenty meters in height, now wielding four arms, each with a blade of blue energy.
Even that wasn't enough. Knowing it still couldn't withstand the attack, Madara activated the Wood Style he had "borrowed" from Hashirama.
A Wood Clone emerged and used Deep Forest Emergence and Wood Dragon Technique. Then the clone, alongside the forest and dragon, also unleashed Susano'o.
It was a full-force righteous beatdown against the demonic Buddha.
Madara had now used every technique at his disposal.
After all, without his Rinnegan, he was limited to what his three-tomoe Sharingan could achieve.
Yet—
This feeling of giving it his all in battle, with a youthful and powerful body, completely immersed Madara.
He had entered the iconic state of "fighting feels so damn good."
After a while, when he blasted off one of the demon Buddha's arms with sheer force, Madara even let out his classic maniacal Uchiha laughter.
He was riding high, overflowing with wild glee—if you didn't know better, you'd think he'd lost his mind.
And far away, in the Hidden Leaf Village of the Land of Fire—
Uchiha Kei stared at a special system notification and fell into deep thought.
"Holy crap, that's a ton of emotion points... and what's with this special 'Golden Spirit'? Who the hell is playing the game right now?"