chsdbacks Chapter 402 Hashirama Te vs. Ashura
Chapter 402 Hashirama Te vs. Ashura
The Sage of Six Paths' expression turned completely somber, his previously compassionate eyes replaced by a deep sense of gravity.
He slowly raised his hand, his wide white robe fluttering even without wind, and said, "You don't understand the hardships of those days. The ninja world was on the verge of collapse, and some sacrifices had to be made for its survival."
Uchiha Mitsunori scoffed, his eyes filled with contempt: "You can deceive the world with despicable means, but you can't fool me. You keep talking about peace, but the reality is that for over a thousand years, the ninja world has been plagued by constant wars, large and small!"
You tell the world that Kaguya Otsutsuki was controlled by power and became its slave, but the reality is that her consciousness was perfectly clear. (In the original Fourth Shinobi World War, Kaguya Otsutsuki used Yomotsu Hirasaka to appear behind Naruto and Sasuke. She could have easily killed or crippled them, but instead, she touched their faces and wept.)
After saying that, he suddenly clapped his hands together, activating a huge spatial magic array in front of him.
A series of rumbling sounds, distorting space, emanated from the magic circle, and two figures slowly emerged in the dazzling golden light.
Kaguya Otsutsuki was dressed in a white robe, her long silver hair cascading down like a waterfall, and she exuded an overwhelming chakra pressure.
Beside her, Uchiha Kakuzoku, with his Rinnegan activated, could hardly contain his excitement.
"Mother... Mother?" The Sage of Six Paths' pupils contracted sharply, and he subconsciously took half a step back, standing back to back with Hamura Otsutsuki.
"You actually resurrected my mother! Uchiha Mitsunori, what exactly are you trying to do?"
His heart pounded wildly as images of sealing his mother flashed through his mind. Fear and shock intertwined, causing his body to sway slightly.
Kaguya Otsutsuki's gaze slowly swept over the Sage of Six Paths and Hamura, her eyes filled with complex emotions, but on the surface she pretended to be looking at two insignificant strangers.
Uchiha Kakuze took a step forward, a mocking expression on his face: "Hagoromo and Hamura, do you think you can rest easy just because you sealed Mother? Today is the day your hypocritical masks will be torn off and shattered!"
The Sage of Six Paths' expression was extremely grave, with fine beads of cold sweat seeping from his forehead. He knew how terrifying Kaguya's power was, and now, with the addition of the Uchiha Triumvirate, Hinata Hyuga, and the treacherous Black Zetsu, their side might not necessarily have the upper hand.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the panic in his heart, and clapped his hands together.
A complex magic circle instantly appeared on the ground, and two figures slowly walked out from the magic circle.
Two people dressed in white clothes with a string of black magatama patterns on them.
It was Asura and Indra, but their eyes were somewhat vacant, as if they were being controlled.
But when Sanfeng saw the two men's eyes clearly, a cold smile appeared on his lips.
In the eyes of Asura and Indra, there was no independent consciousness whatsoever, only an empty blankness; they were clearly just two puppets.
Uchiha Mikado's golden six-tomoe Rinnegan flashed: "Otsutsuki Hagoromo, you don't even spare your own sons, turning them into battle puppets under your control. How pathetic and laughable! Is your so-called fatherly love just using your sons as pawns?"
The Sage of Six Paths stiffened slightly, then protested, "Their souls have already been reincarnated. There's no point in saying more now. My children, go and kill them!"
The previously dull gazes of Asura and Indra instantly sharpened.
Ashura gathered six Truth-Seeking Balls and clapped his hands together: "Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands!"
A colossal wooden Buddha head rose from the ground, reaching a height of hundreds of meters, like a towering giant. Countless wooden arms swung, carrying a world-destroying aura, as they slammed towards Uchiha Sanfeng and the others.
With each arm that fell, the earth trembled violently, cracking open several jagged ravines, and rubble and dirt flew like raindrops.
Indra's eyes narrowed, and he activated the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan. The purple, fully formed Susanoo instantly materialized, wielding a huge long sword in each hand.
With a flash, he transformed into a streak of purple light, slashing towards Uchiha Sanfeng and the others. The blade sliced through the air, emitting a piercing whistling sound, causing the surrounding temperature to drop sharply.
"Hinata, take care of yourself, don't push yourself."
Uchiha Mitsumine turned his head to look at Hinata beside him, the killing intent in his eyes instantly vanishing, replaced by gentleness and concern.
He gently patted Hinata's hand, then clapped his hands together again, and the golden spatial magic circle unfolded once more: "Since you've summoned powerful figures from the past, then I'll show you that true ninja powerhouses are far beyond the reach of your puppets!"
Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju, dressed in red Sengoku armor, emerged from the portal.
Seeing the situation before him, Madara Uchiha activated his Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan, his eyes flashing with an arrogant light.
Hashirama Senju flashed forward, quietly gathering natural energy.
"Lord Mitsumine has actually summoned Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju!"
A hint of surprise flashed in Minato Namikaze's eyes, his mouth slightly agape, his shock beyond words.
Madara Uchiha glanced at Indra charging towards him, his eyes filled with fighting spirit, a haughty smile appearing on his face: "Hmph, just a soulless imposter, yet you dare to be insolent in front of me? Perfect Susanoo!"
The purple Susanoo instantly unfolded, larger and more solid than Indra's Susanoo, wielding a huge long sword in each hand, and slashed at Indra's Susanoo.
"clang!"
The powerful shockwave uprooted the surrounding trees, the sound of tree trunks breaking echoed everywhere, and the ground cracked open with several jagged ravines that were bottomless.
Indra's Susanoo was forced to retreat repeatedly, and a tiny crack appeared on the blade, while Madara's Susanoo remained completely still.
"With such meager strength, you dare to show off your meager skills in front of me?"
On the other side, Hashirama Senju saw Ashura's True Several Thousand Hands and a glint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes: "Sage Art: Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands!"
Green Sage Mode chakra surged into the ground, and a massive wooden Buddha head rose up with a roar. It was even larger than Ashura's Buddha head, and each arm radiated immense power, causing the earth to tremble.
"The legendary progenitor, let's see who has the stronger Wood Release!"
With a heroic aura, Hashirama Senju wielded over a thousand arms simultaneously, engaging in fierce combat with Ashura's Thousand-Armed Buddha.
"Bang bang bang!"
A series of deafening roars, like thunderclaps, shook the mountains and the earth. Two enormous wooden Buddhas were engaged in an earth-shattering battle in the heart of Mount Myōboku.
In just a few rounds, the Thousand-Armed Buddha controlled by Ashura began to show signs of weakness, gradually losing ground under the crushing power of Hashirama's Sage Art: Wood Release.
Each time the wooden arms collided, a creaking sound like the bones of the Asura Buddha breaking could be heard. The wooden surface was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and wood chips fell like withered leaves. The entire Buddha swayed precariously, as if it would collapse at any moment.
Hashirama Senju stood atop the Buddha's head, a calm yet fierce smile on his face. He could clearly sense the soullessness and stiffness in the opponent's Wood Release, and thought to himself, "In the end, it's just a puppet, lacking that ultimate understanding of Wood Release."
Controlled by the Sage of Six Paths, Ashura showed no independent emotion in his eyes. He suddenly forced the Thousand-Armed Buddha to retreat several steps, his huge feet creating several deep pits in the ground and kicking up dust as he barely avoided the giant fist swung by the Thousand-Armed Buddha.
He then clapped his hands quickly, and the six jet-black Truth-Seeking Balls floating in front of him, like six black meteors that devoured light, crashed down on the Thousand-Armed Buddha of Hashirama Senju.
At the same time, he let out a low shout, instantly conjuring three hurricane balls the size of basketballs. The surface of the hurricane balls was wrapped with sharp chakra blades, carrying pebbles and wood chips, like three raging yellow dragons, sweeping towards Hashirama.
Wherever it passed, deep furrows were carved into the ground, ancient trees along the way were shredded into powder, and even the air was distorted.
Oh? You've been hiding such methods?
A hint of surprise flashed in Hashirama Senju's eyes, then a more intense fighting spirit curled at the corner of his mouth. With a glint in his eyes, he controlled the dozens of arms of the Thousand-Armed Buddha and raised them simultaneously like blooming flower petals.
They quickly intertwined to form a dense, impenetrable wooden barrier, exuding a heavy aura.
"boom......!"
The first Seeking Truth Ball slammed into the wooden barrier, creating a deafening explosion. The shockwave spread outwards, sending surrounding rocks flying everywhere, and instantly covering the barrier's surface with spiderweb-like cracks.
The second and third Truth-Seeking Balls arrived one after another, and the cracks instantly spread to the entire Wood Release barrier.
Immediately afterwards, three hurricane balls slammed into the weakest point of the barrier. With a crisp "crack," the barrier shattered, and countless wood chips and pebbles flew in all directions. Several larger pieces of pebbles even hit the legs of the Thousand-Armed Buddha in the pillar, leaving shallow dents.
Before the smoke and dust had even cleared, Asura seized the fleeting opening and struck again.
He raised both hands, his palms surging with chakra, and dozens of jet-black rods shot out rapidly from his palms, heading towards Hashirama's Thousand-Armed Buddha.
"Well done!"
Hashirama Senju remained calm, controlling the hundreds of arms of the Thousand-Armed Buddha to swing simultaneously, like a dense whip, knocking away most of the black rods.
However, several black rods still broke through the defenses and pierced the body of the Thousand-Hand Buddha. Where they pierced, the Buddha's movements were momentarily slowed.
Hashirama Senju's expression changed slightly, inwardly shocked: "The sealing power of these black rods is so domineering!"
"Um?"
Hashirama frowned slightly, then snorted coldly, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.
He immediately mobilized the pure Sage Chakra within his body, sending it rushing towards the spot where the black rod had pierced through like a surging river.
"Bang! Bang!" With a few soft sounds, the black rod that had pierced the Buddha's body was forcibly shattered into powder, turning into specks of chakra and dissipating.
At the same time, natural energy continuously flowed into the Thousand-Hand Buddha's body, and the cracks on its surface were slowly repaired at a visible speed under the nourishment of the green light.
Hashirama Senju's lips curled into a confident smile once more: "These mere tricks are no match for me!"
After saying that, he controlled the Thousand-Hand Buddha to take a step forward. The earth trembled violently again, and a huge wooden arm, even more solid than before, condensed and crashed down on Asura's Thousand-Hand Buddha like Mount Tai, determined to destroy the puppet completely.
The natural energy in the air became violent because of this attack. Even Madara and Indra, who were fighting fiercely in the distance, felt this terrifying power and paused slightly.
The Sage of Six Paths, watching from afar, saw this scene clearly. His pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints, and his face became increasingly pale, his already pale face now completely devoid of color.
There were just too many unexpected events today. He never imagined that Ashura, whom he had resurrected and controlled at great expense, would be so vulnerable in front of Hashirama Senju.
A wave of unease washed over him. His lips trembled slightly as he muttered to himself, "How could it have turned out like this... How could my sons have lost to them? This is impossible!"
Hashirama Otsutsuki, standing nearby, also frowned, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes. He could sense the unfathomable power of Hashirama's Sage Mode, and thought to himself, "Hashirama Senju's strength has actually reached such a level?"