Konoha: The Thirty-Year-Old Uchiha Can’t Be Bothered

Chapter 330: Trump Cards Unleashed, Kyūbi Knight Login

The violent energy of the armored Bijūdama detonated, a massive mushroom cloud rising into the sky. The shockwave, carrying blazing heat, flattened the forest in a radius of hundreds of meters around Kyūbi, leaving only scorched earth.

"Creak—"

A wooden shield with a demon-face creaked open, and Hashirama leapt lightly to Kyūbi's side. Tilting his head with mock concern, he asked,

"You okay?"

"Cough… cough…"

Thanks to Susanoo's armor, Kyūbi's blue faceplate only cracked. Inside the head cockpit, Madara staggered to his feet, head throbbing from the concussion.

But though dizzy, his tongue was as sharp as ever.

"Damn it! A sneak attack on me? I'll wipe out his whole clan!"

—

Meanwhile, across the sea in the Land of Waves, a towering silver Susanoo wielding a shield had just dispersed. From it jumped a plump old man in luxurious silk pajamas.

"Damn it! Good thing this old blade hasn't rusted! When I find the brat who's tossing skills like trash, I'll slaughter his family!"

It was Uchiha Tajima, once the fierce clan head, now grown round and fat from a noble's life. His scarlet eyes glared across the sea, jaw grinding.

Moments earlier, he had been awoken in his palace by alarms. Guards rushed in:

"Daimyō-sama! A blue light from the Fire Country is streaking straight toward your palace!"

"How long?"

"At most one minute!"

Tajima frowned. His palace, built atop the highest peak of the island nation, was the inevitable target.

When urged to flee, he only waved. "No need. I'll deal with it."

With a flash, he appeared outside, scarlet eyes spinning. Behind him, a silver-horned Susanoo with a massive shield erupted into being.

"Susanoo!"

The Uchiha of the island, evacuating nearby, cheered madly.

"Clan Head-sama! Daimyō-sama!"

The Bijūdama blazed closer, its destructive power clear even by sight. Tajima planted his Susanoo firmly, shield raised.

"If I dodge, the home my people built is destroyed. I bear this duty."

Scarlet tomoe spun. The shield flared.

"Uchiha Reflect!"

The world froze. The blazing orb halted against the shining shield, absorbed in silence.

"Now—get back!"

With a roar, Tajima forced the energy outward. A blue Bijūdama shot back across the sea—faster, fiercer than before.

"Phew…"

Wiping sweat, Tajima grunted. Even without his Mangekyō, Susanoo was still his to command.

The Uchiha roared in worship. The ordinary people blinked at the vanished orb, muttering, "Was it just… visiting?"

—

Back at the battlefield—

"Madara, are you sure you still want to continue?"

Hashirama's voice was gentle.

"Of course! We promised a true battle!"

Madara, shaking off the dizziness, glared back.

Kyūbi, however, whined, "My head hurts…"

Madara stomped. "Don't you dare slack off! Or I'll tell everyone your dirty little secret!"

Kyūbi froze. "…I feel fine now!"

Hashirama sighed. There was no stopping this fool. Closing his eyes, he whispered:

"Sennin Mōdo (Sage Mode)."

Madara's eyes widened. His Sharingan saw the strange energy cloaking Hashirama—fierce, volatile, unlike chakra. It hurt even to stare.

"Hashirama… you had this hidden!"

Hashirama opened his eyes, black markings spreading across his face. His voice thundered:

"Mokuton: Shin Sūsenju (Wood Style: True Several Thousand Hands)!"

"RUMBLE!"

The colossal wooden Buddha appeared, dwarfing even armored Kyūbi.

Madara and Kyūbi swallowed together.

Kyūbi whimpered, "Human, let's just talk it out. Maybe he'll let us go…"

But Madara only laughed wildly, eyes blazing. "This is perfect! Hashirama—you hid this well!"

Kyūbi sobbed internally. This idiot's going to get us killed.

"Let's go, Madara!" Hashirama roared, the Buddha surging forward.

Madara raised his fan. "Bring it on, Hashirama!"

Kyūbi wept. Old man, I'm coming to see you soon…

The Buddha's countless hands swung down. Madara roared:

"Kyūbi! Load the cannons!"

Defeated, Kyūbi opened its mouth, unleashing a storm of armored Bijūdama—dozens of them.

"Biu! Biu! Biu!"

The orbs met the forest of fists. Explosions ripped the land apart. At first Madara grinned—his blades cut hands like paper. But the fists never stopped.

"Damn it… he really has a thousand hands!"

The final Bijūdama sputtered out. Hundreds of fists still loomed.

Kyūbi screamed as Susanoo armor shattered. Fists pummeled it senseless, while Madara, safe in the cockpit, only muttered, "So Susanoo can be broken, huh…"

Hashirama, drained but still towering, had the Buddha seize Kyūbi like a toy.

Madara cursed, leaping at him with his fan. But a smaller wooden avatar rose from the Buddha's head, a wooden dragon snapping at him.

"Damn it!"

He blocked with his fan—just as the Buddha's smaller hands pressed into Kyūbi's head.

"Mokuton: Kōan Nyūten Suishu!"

Madara's eyes burned. If Kyūbi was captured, his last trump card was gone.

"Betenjin: Kōmyō (Distinguished Heaven: Radiant Light)!"

Golden blades of light rained from the sky, cleaving the smaller wooden avatar apart. Hashirama staggered, shocked.

"Madara! What is this jutsu?"

Madara touched his eyes grimly. "This power… costs too much. It's my father's legacy."

"…I understand. Then let this match end as a draw."

But Madara snarled. "No! We finish this!"

Hashirama sighed. "But look—Kyūbi is beaten. What else can you use?"

Madara smirked. "Hashirama, you think I'm out of cards? Wrong."

He reached behind him, producing a silver case.

Hashirama blinked. "…Are you bribing me?"

"Idiot! This is my victory's proof."

Madara raised the empty Bijū Card, and with a flash, Kyūbi was reabsorbed, sealed inside once more.

Then he opened the case—inside, a gray Driver.

"Madara—you—!"

Hashirama's eyes widened. He knew it: the tool of the Bijū Knights.

Madara fastened it to his waist.

"The final victory is mine."

He slid Kyūbi's card into the slot. With a snap of his fingers, he declared:

"Entry!"

(End of Chapter)

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