Everyone waited for Both Sasuke to leave this field, looking around at the destruction. There was nothing left—only torn earth, crushed stone, and the lingering pressure of two Sasukes trying to kill each other.
Akira dusted off his clothes, glanced at Madara, and sighed dramatically.
"Madara… this is getting boring. If you and I fight seriously, this guy might just disintegrate into paper and then we have to wait for him to recover. And even if he can handle all our strength the two of us can just block the goal."
He pointed toward Tobirama, who at that moment was yawning.
"Why don't we make it interesting? Let's pick Tobirama as the target and let everyone else go crazy for their own goals."
Madara and Akira exchanged a look, he thought for a moment, and nodded.
Over the past thirty minutes, Tobirama Senju had effortlessly dodged every attack. Not because he was overwhelmingly strong—no. Tobirama was simply too slippery. And besides…
Nobody was seriously trying to hurt him.
Itachi and Shisui, despite living with Akira for years and developing a passionate hatred for Tobirama's policies, still had respect for the title Second Hokage.
Yatagarasu didn't care at all. He just wanted to watch humans fight and laugh at their stupidity.
Minato and Naruto had formed a "Protect Tobirama Squad," guarding him like he was a priceless artifact. Their logic: We'll protect the dignity of Second Hokage. You all fight each other.
Obito, meanwhile, was heartbroken. His best friend Kakashi was fighting Might Guy instead of him.
Emotional damage. Zero motivation.
With no clear goals, no one had pressure. That's why Tobirama was still untouched.
Akira clapped loudly.
"Itachi, Shisui — you two deal with Sarutobi Hiruzen. Make sure to quickly score a few goals. I'll deal with that mouse."
The two geniuses didn't respond; they already knew their roles.
Akira pointed at the great crow sitting flying lazily in the sky.
"Yatagarasu, you fight Naruto Uzumaki."
KRAAA!
The crow screeched excitedly, wings spreading.
Just like that, the battlefield shifted. Targets changed. Alliances rearranged. Everyone had new opponents — whether they liked it or not.
Akira, already excited from the warm-up, let out a low breath.
The third stage of Susanoo erupted around him, towering and armored.
And in each of its eight spectral arms —
dozens of Yasakani no Magatama formed, spinning like deadly shuriken.
With a single command, Akira launched them all toward Tobirama.
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Madara, on the other hand, didn't wait even a second.
As soon as Akira's Susanoo unleashed the rain of Magatama, Madara dissolved into the ground and reappeared, slamming both hands onto the soil.
"Wood Release — Grand Forest Eruption."
Within moments, a kilometer-wide forest exploded out of the earth, consuming nearly half the battlefield. Enormous wooden branches shot upward like living titans, twisting, searching, hunting.
Their target?
Tobirama Senju, who was now sprinting like a man running away from taxes.
Dozens of Yasakani no Magatama from Akira thundered behind him, carving through the air. At the same time, Madara's wood branches were lunging and snapping at his heels like angry snakes.
Tobirama's expression:
Why am I the target? What did I do this time?
Just then—
One of Akira's Magatama veered off-course, zooming toward the far end of the battlefield…
Right where Hashirama and Nagato were standing, having a completely peaceful, heart-to-heart conversation.
Nagato slowly turned.
Saw the incoming attack.
And raised one hand.
"Super… Shinra Tensei."
A colossal wave of repulsive force exploded outward.
The Yasakani no Magatama disintegrated instantly.
But that wasn't all.
The repulsion tore through half of Madara's forest, uprooting trees like they were grass. Then the force slammed into the area where Might Guy and Kakashi were exchanging blows, forcing both of them to brace against the sudden shockwave.
Finally, it crashed against the boundary space barrier, making the entire dome shake.
The battlefield froze.
Everyone stared at Nagato.
Confused.
Silent.
"No buddy,
It was just a normal Susanoo attack… why did you use your strongest move like that?"
Even those watching outside the field shared the same thought.
Meanwhile, Nagato looked genuinely irritated.
He had finally found someone—Hashirama—who actually understood his dream of peace. They were in the middle of discussing deep, philosophical matters.
But no.
These fools had to fight loudly, scream, explode things, and disturb them.
Nagato exhaled.
Then calmly turned to Hashirama and said,
"Hashirama-sama… shall we leave? Talking here is impossible."
Hashirama blinked.
Looked around.
Looked at Nagato.
Thought for a moment.
Then nodded.
"Let's go. We still have a lot to discuss."
And with that…
Two more people left the battlefield.
The arena instantly shifted from 6 vs 6 to 5 vs 5.
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Akira watched Nagato and Hashirama walk off the battlefield like two old men heading to a tea shop and felt a vein twitch on his forehead.
This was not how he imagined this tournament.
He had expected something epic—
A Dragon Ball–style Universe Tournament of Power.
Chaos. Screaming. Explosions. Teamwork. Betrayal.
Everyone fighting for survival, everyone going all out.
Instead…
Kakashi and Might Guy were beating each other up in a completely separate corner, ignoring everyone.
Sasuke fought his alternate self, and both left the field like responsible adults.
Nagato and Hashirama literally quit to have a peaceful discussion.
And now only Akira, Madara, and a handful of stragglers were still taking this seriously.
Akira rubbed his eyes.
"This is a disappointment… a big disappointment."
His gaze slowly shifted toward the only man still completely unharmed, untouched, and unfazed:
Tobirama Senju.
The man who had taken zero damage. The man who had evaded everyone. The man who was still not worth Madara's full attention.
Akira took a deep breath.
Then grinned.
Madara noticed the grin and immediately grew suspicious.
"Madara," Akira said, voice serious,
"have you heard of a game?"
Madara raised an eyebrow.
That alone told everyone he was interested.
Neither of them had scored a "goal" yet—but the two Uchiha idiots were having more fun than anyone else in the whole tournament.
Madara burst into laughter.
"What game? Explain the rules!"
Akira pointed at Tobirama.
"It's simple. Whack-a-Mole."
Madara leaned forward, very intrigued.
Akira continued,
"We both form a hammer. Tobirama runs. We try to hit him.
Whoever hits him first… gets a FREE KICK."
Madara blinked.
"…What is a free kick?"
Akira explained like a serious coach:
"One of the winning team's player gets to kick any target once without any obstruction. Opposite team can defend, but only your weakest member is allowed to be the goalkeeper. Basically, it's almost guaranteed points."
Madara thought.
Then smiled wickedly.
"I like it."
Akira clapped once.
That was the signal.
Madara nodded to his body.
Madara clapped his hands.
Twenty-five wooden clones burst out of him
—each one landing with a heavy thud.
Tobirama felt a shiver race down his spine.
Something very, very bad was about to happen.
Madara placed one hand on his hip and smirked.
"Tobirama… do you want to guess if all of these can form Susanoo?"
Before Tobirama could even swear—
BOOM.
All 25 wooden clones erupted with Stage 3 Susanoo, towering giants with arms, legs, and enormous spiritual presence.
No armor, but all of them held—
GIANT HAMMERS.
Not small hammers.
These were "Attack on Titan: War Hammer Titan Hammer"-type massive weapons, each one towering dozens of meters high.
The ground cracked from their combined weight.
Akira upon seeing this smiled. He knew that now it was his turn.
He activated his Mangekyō ability:
Ashihara no Michi— Path of a thousand steps.
Immediately, 36 future Akira appeared around the battlefield,
Akira smirked and repeated Madara's line:
"Tobirama… do you want to guess if all of these can form Susanoo?"
And they did.
ALL 36 SUSANOO AWAKENED.
Stage 3.
Towering.
Colossal.
Each with a giant spectral hammer.
The battlefield was filled.
More than 50 Susanoo lined up across the field.
The combined pressure shook the entire arena.
Even the people outside the field—the Allied Shinobi army—started sweating.
Someone whispered,
"…Thank god these monsters aren't fighting us."
Another said,
"If they sent all those Susanoo at us, we wouldn't even run—
we'd just… we'd just die voluntarily."
Another ninja gulped.
"Is this even the limit? Or do they have more?"
No one wanted to find out.
Inside the battlefield, two Uchiha were already hyped beyond reason.
Two sets of Susanoo armies towered behind them.
One terrified Second Hokage stared at fifty+ giant hammer-wielding titans.
Akira pointed dramatically.
"Madara! Let the game begin!"
Madara pointed his hammer.
"Whack-a-Tobirama!!"
Tobirama simply whispered,
"…I hate Uchiha."
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