Akira watched Kakashi and Might Guy leaving the battlefield.
His eyes shifted toward the Uchiha duo still on the field.
"Itachi! Shisui!" Akira shouted. His voice cut through the air like a blade. "You both take care of Madara. I'll handle the other two and start scoring."
Both Itachi and Shisui froze for half a heartbeat.
And then—
Their Sharingan spun.
Their Susanoo armor flared outward.
For the first time in this entire insane 'shinobi football' war, they were fired up.
They had heard Madara's name whispered and shouted in history, clan stories, village legends. But now… they finally got to test if Uchiha Madara was truly the monster the world feared.
And Madara?
Madara was thrilled.
EXCITED.
A little worried… but absolutely thrilled.
He wanted to see how far the future of the Uchiha clan had come. But he was also worried—if he focused too much on his grandkids, Akira would score goals behind his back.
Madara barely had time to think when—
Two full-body Susanoo charged him head-on.
He forgot everything else instantly.
"GOOD!" Madara roared, Unsheathing his massive Susanoo sword. "SHOW ME, FUTURE UCHIHA!"
The battlefield shook.
Meanwhile, Akira already vanished.
Rinnegan — Kagami no Hikan (Mirror of All Paths)
Akira's body split into reflective afterimages for a moment—and he appeared directly in front of Tobirama.
Tobirama reacted instantly, trying to teleport.
But Akira's eye spun like a cursed galaxy.
Mangekyō Ability — Kūkai no Kago (Cage of Empty Space)
The space around Tobirama froze.
Time did not stop—but Tobirama's movement inside that cubic space did.
He was trapped mid-teleport, unable to lift even a finger.
Obito, seeing this, instantly teleportwd behind Akira using his Kamui releasing a barrage of Wood Spikes, sharp enough to pierce through a Kage.
But behind Akira—
A Truth-Seeking Orb formed into a smooth black shield.
Thip-thip-thip-thip—
Every Wood Spike shattered like toothpicks.
Obito blinked. "…what?"
And then Minato flashed into existence right in front of Tobirama, trying to grab him and teleport the both of them away.
Too slow.
Akira's Mangekyō spun again—
Kūkai no Kago!
Minato froze mid-jump, arms half-extended, suspended in a cube of distorted space.
Akira grinned.
"Sorry, Yellow Flash. But this point is mine."
He stomped once.
The ground cracked like an earthquake.
Akira shot forward, grabbed Tobirama by the collar like a misbehaving student, and blasted toward the goal post.
Minato forced himself into Nine-Tails Chakra Mode, his golden flames erupting like a supernova.
He tried to stop Akira—only to see Akira form a hand seal.
Poof.
A clone appeared.
But this wasn't a normal clone.
This clone ignited with black flame armor—
Complete Susanoo.
Five hundred meters tall.
It rose like a god of war, its shadow devouring the entire field.
Compared to it, Minato's half of Kurama looked…
…like a very angry orange cat.
Minato: "…"
Susanoo Clone: draws sword menacingly
Minato: "…I hate this game."
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In the next instant, Akira swung Tobirama like a disc and slammed him straight into the goal-wall.
BOOOOM!
The entire ground trembled.
Akira's team scored their first goal.
Akira clapped once again—
PAAAH!
—and the sound rippled across the entire battlefield.
Everyone froze.
Madara, who was fighting with two full Susanoo like it was a life-death battle, glanced toward the sound—annoyed at first.
Then he saw Tobirama.
Embedded in the goal like a sticker.
Madara's eye twitched.
"HOW," Madara muttered. "HOW CAN THAT BASTARD TOBIRAMA BE CAUGHT SO EASILY.
AND WHAT IS THAT BASTARD OBITO DOING? "
Akira shrugged.
"Madara, it's 1–0."
Madara closed his eyes, inhaled, and accepted that yes—
Akira earned that point.
Now it was time to actually play.
Madara opened his Rinnegan fully.
Universal Pull!
Itachi's Susanoo was yanked forward violently.
Itachi reacted instantly, swinging his Totsuka Blade (a sealing sword) towards Madara.
Madara countered—
"Shinra Tensei!"
The collision of pull and push sent shockwaves across the field.
Itachi's Susanoo cracked—just a little—
but Itachi reforged it instantly.
Madara smirked.
"Good. You're not disappointing me."
Then Madara blurred.
Limbo: Border Jail
Four Limbo clones appeared—visible only to Rinnegan eyes.
Three rushed at Akira.
One sprinted at Tobirama, clearly intending to score while Akira was busy elsewhere.
Akira clicked his tongue.
"Typical Madara."
He lifted a hand.
Universal Pull!
Tobirama's frozen body shot toward Akira like a ragdoll.
At the same time—
Super Shinra Tensei!
Akira blasted the three incoming Limbo clones backward.
But one Limbo clone had already reached Tobirama…
Akira grabbed a Truth-Seeking Ball, stretched it into a long black blade—
And slashed an entire vertical strike, dozens of meters long.
A massive WHOOOM echoed.
The Limbo clone hiding in that zone was completely blown away, flying into a far mountain and exploding in dust.
Madara's eye widened.
"So he really can see them… tch."
But he had no time to focus on Akira—
Itachi and Shisui were fighting like possessed gods.
Two eternal Mangekyō.
Two full-power Susanoo.
Itachi's Susanoo danced with two divine weapons.
Shisui's Susanoo was reinforced by twin Mangekyō power, exceeding an average EMS.
Madara grinned.
"GOOD! COME!"
Meanwhile, Akira prepared to throw Tobirama again—
But Obito appeared right in front of them.
A hand on Tobirama's chest.
He was about to Kamui Tobirama straight into another dimension.
And this time, Tobirama couldn't dodge—
He was still frozen in space by Kūkai no kago.
Akira's eyes widened—
then narrowed.
"…You seriously want to mess with me."
Akira grabbed a Truth-Seeking Ball.
It liquefied into a black, elegant bow.
Another orb formed into a perfect black arrow.
Akira pulled back.
Obito felt the danger instantly.
He activated Kamui—
but the moment he tried to phase—
space froze around him.
Kūkai no kago—Cage of Empty space.
Obito's heart dropped.
"No—
NO—
NO—NO—NO—!"
Akira released the arrow.
FWOOOOM—
The Truth-Seeking Arrow touched Obito—
And instead of passing through him…
It expanded into a massive 5-meter sphere of annihilating energy.
And swallowed Obito whole.
Everyone looked in that direction.
Shisui stopped mid-slash.
Itachi blinked.
Madara squinted.
---
Everyone stared at the massive, shrinking sphere of Truth-Seeking energy where Obito had been swallowed.
The battlefield—once loud, chaotic, and filled with taijutsu shockwaves and Susanoo impacts—
fell into a strange silence.
When the sphere finally dispersed into a small truth seeking orb…
There was nothing left.
Not a body.
Not a remnant.
Not even dust.
Just absence.
A tragic, cold emptiness.
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Kakashi was the first to react.
His grip trembled.
"…Obito…"
His voice was barely a whisper.
Obito—
the man who gave him first Sharingan,
the friend he lost and regained,
the one who walked through hell and back for a twisted dream—
GONE.
Kakashi felt something inside him sink—
a familiar ache he had carried since childhood.
This time, it wasn't Rin.
This time…
it was the last piece of Team Minato.
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Even Madara reacted.
Madara stopped mid-swing, looking toward the fading black motes.
"Tch…"
It wasn't grief.
Madara didn't grieve.
But it was anger mixed with hatred.
"…That idiot died too easily."
A moment of silence.
"…And he wasted my Rinnegan."
Madara said with Hatred.
He was the type who would destroy nations without blinking—
but he took his own Rinnegan very seriously.
To him, Obito's death meant a rare, precious eye was lost forever.
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