Chapter 101: Forced to Submit
The Wood Golem and the Akimichi Patriarch clashed, a titanic struggle of pure strength that reminded Uchiha Raizen of two sumo wrestlers locked in a test of raw power. Now I understand why Madara, with his speed, always insisted on matching Hashirama blow-for-blow in the legends. It's his damn pride. He can't stand the idea of losing to anyone in any aspect.
"This is taking too long," Madara spat out, his patience utterly spent. "I said from the beginning, we should just slaughter them. What can the rest of these insects possibly do? Susano'o!"
His Mangekyō Sharingan blazed to life, and in the next moment, a colossal, humanoid entity of pure chakra materialized around him. It was a complete-body Susano'o, lacking only its final armored form, a terrifying specter of violet energy.
"Madara, stand down!" Hashirama's voice boomed from within his Golem, laced with urgency. He knew that if Madara joined the fray now, it would be a massacre, the exact outcome he was trying to avoid.
"Tch. You're insufferably slow," Madara retorted. "You have one minute. If you haven't finished this by then, the Uchiha will take matters into our own hands!"
At his words, every Uchiha shinobi on the field activated their Sharingan. These were all elite jōnin, each bearing the three tomoe. The air grew heavy with their collective killing intent and the crimson glow of their eyes.
Feeling the shift in the battlefield's atmosphere, the leaders of the five clans paled. They were still heavily affected by the pollen of the Flower World. If the Uchiha, led by that black giant, entered the fight now, their forces would be decimated.
"Patriarch Akimichi, I'm sorry, but this ends now!" Hashirama declared. The sage marks on his face flared brightly, and a massive, thousand-armed statue of a buddha manifested behind him.
"Sage Art: Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands!"
Countless gigantic wooden hands shot forth from the statue with impossible speed. The Akimichi Patriarch, still grappling with the Golem, sensed the imminent threat and shoved the wooden construct away with a grunt of effort.
"Butterfly Mode!"
A pair of massive, shimmering chakra wings erupted from his back. His body transformed, becoming slenderer and more defined, but the aura of immense physical power surrounding him did not diminish in the slightest.
He met the first of the thousand hands with a world-shattering punch.
"Holy hell! This guy is a monster! He's actually tanking the Thousand-Armed Kannon!" Raizen gasped, his jaw slack with disbelief.
Beside him, Madara frowned. He had never seen this technique before, and the sheer scale of power emanating from the statue made even him uncertain if he could withstand it directly.
The Akimichi Patriarch managed to deflect the first few hands, his blows creating shockwaves that tore through the air. But the hands were innumerable. The next wave crashed into him, and the one after that, a relentless, divine onslaught. He was finally, inevitably, sent flying, his colossal form tumbling through the remains of the forest he had himself destroyed.
Watching their strongest physical fighter be overwhelmed so decisively, a look of profound resignation settled on Nara Haruyu's face. They couldn't win against Hashirama alone. Adding Madara and the Uchiha army to the equation would mean their utter annihilation.
He stepped forward, his posture one of defeat.
"Patriarch Senju," Nara Haruyu called out, his voice clear and steady despite the circumstances. "We surrender."
His analysis was cold and logical. The Aburame's insects were useless in the pollen. The Inuzuka's enhanced senses were a liability. That left only his, the Yamanaka's, and the wounded Akimichi's clans, and their combined power was insufficient to so much as scratch Hashirama, let alone achieve victory. Surrender was the only rational choice.
"Good," Hashirama said, his voice returning to its normal, warmer tone as he dismissed his Sage Mode and the wooden constructs. He floated gently to the ground. "Then shall we finally sit down and talk?"
As the tension dissolved, Raizen looked longingly at the spot where the epic battle had taken place. The ground was littered with orbs of "Sage Art Talent" and other high-level skills, now fading away. With a reluctant sigh, he turned and followed the others back to the negotiation table. The fight was over, but the real work was just beginning.
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