Madara wasn't weak. Just… unfinished.
That's what it felt like watching him struggle inside his full-body Susanoo. No Nine Tails. No Hashirama cells. No Rinnegan cheat codes. Just the raw temper of a twelve-year-old Uchiha inside a giant chakra skeleton that shook every tree in the valley.
If this were the future timeline, the guy would be wiping continents like dust off a table.
Right now? He was just a kid swinging a legendary weapon with all the stubborn pride in the world.
Hashirama's Wooden Golem, on the other hand, towered over everything like some forest god with biceps carved from the mountain itself. It wasn't weaker than Susanoo. Honestly? It might've been stronger. I'd seen the future. I knew that thing could block a Tailed Beast Bomb from the Nine Tails like it was catching a rice ball.
If this was Earth's gaming meta, they'd have nerfed Wood Style three patches ago.
"But fine," I muttered. "The sooner this ends, the sooner I stop being the family's emotional support reincarnator."
My crimson Susanoo stepped forward, blade raised overhead. Black fire of Amaterasu wrapped the sword in a long, burning arc.
One slash.
One explosion that flattened half the treeline.
Madara staggered, his Susanoo scraping trenches into the dirt. Even from inside the glow of his chakra armor, I could see the look on his face.
How dare you hit me while I'm trying to kill my best friend?
Before he could scream that at us, Hashirama and I piled on again.
"Boom!"
Another shockwave.
Then another.
This forest was getting deleted frame by frame.
"Hashirama!"
Madara roared, twin blades raised, blue chakra flaring like an inferno.
"Madara!" Hashirama yelled back, his Wooden Golem smashing its palm forward like a hurricane made of raw will.
The clash cracked the earth open. Trees tore from their roots and spiraled into the air as two titans shoved chakra into each other with reckless, youthful desperation.
And me?
I was the third wheel in the apocalypse.
"Don't ignore me!"
My Susanoo lunged in. I reshaped Amaterasu along my blade, stretching it into a colossal spear. The black fire in my other hand compressed into a massive shield.
I slammed the shield forward.
Madara went flying backward like a comet.
Before he recovered, I drove the spear into his Susanoo's chest.
A fracture bloomed across the armor.
"Damn it…"
Madara hissed inside the shell, eyes burning, blood slipping from the corners.
He pushed more Mangekyō power into the construct, the cracks slowly knitting.
That was the ridiculous thing about Uchiha: their chakra ran on trauma and willpower.
"It's pointless, Madara," I muttered, stepping forward.
My shield crashed down.
Madara cut it aside with a furious scream.
"Flame Control!"
My spear twisted, flames reshaping.
A dragon's head formed from black fire, snapping forward with a shriek that burned the air.
Madara's expression twisted.
Even I felt kinda bad.
His Susanoo had fixed gear.
Mine had downloadable content.
He scrambled to block. Hashirama seized the moment, sending the Wooden Golem barreling forward with a crack of thunder.
Madara was slammed back again, Susanoo skidding like a giant armored child slipping in mud.
Being pounded by two monsters finally pushed him over the edge.
Madara snapped.
He swung wildly, slashing circles into the air, screaming more from frustration than battle frenzy.
Hashirama and I leapt back.
Madara saw the gap and went for me.
His blade cut down, chakra tearing a line across the sky.
"Kamui."
The world folded.
My Susanoo vanished.
Madara blinked, eyes widening a fraction.
A warning in his blood.
Too late.
I reappeared above him, dropping with the force of a falling tower.
"Boom!"
Susanoo hit the earth hard enough to make the entire valley jump. Cracks radiated for meters.
Hashirama charged in.
Madara forced himself up again, Susanoo groaning under the strain.
Still standing.
Still fighting.
It was honestly heartbreaking.
And infuriating.
And so stupidly, painfully Uchiha.
But he was one kid against two monsters.
Even the future god of war couldn't flip that matchup.
The sun dipped.
The sky burned orange.
The battle dragged on, each clash tearing chunks from the world.
By the time night crept in, Madara was still swinging, still snarling, still refusing to fall.
But even mountains crumble.
His Susanoo cracked.
Then split.
Then shattered like glass in moonlight.
And Madara…
Madara fell.
"It's over," I whispered.
Hashirama and I stood atop our giants — his Wooden Golem and my Susanoo — as the boy who would one day reshape history tumbled helplessly from a sky that no longer belonged to him.
And for the first time all day, the world was quiet.