Uchiha Madara's Journey to the Worlds

168 Chapter 33 A True Reunion

"Yo! Madara, good morning."

Rubbing his eyes with his hands, the black-haired man named Senjujuma showed a smiling face and said to Uchiha Madara.

"Yeah, that's great, Hashirama..."

Looking at Hashirama with such a relaxed expression on his face, Madara Uchiha's mouth twitched slightly, and then responded with a dark face.

"What's the matter? Come to me so early."

Senju Zhuma, who was very nervous, didn't care about the changes in the surrounding scene. He just glanced at a person behind Uchiha Madara, but he didn't care too much, but scratched his head and looked at him.

Most likely he regarded him as his clone, Uchiha Madara thought so in his heart, but he didn't notice the change of the person behind him.

"Hashirama, you should feel that we are no longer in the world we used to be."

"what?"

Listening to Uchiha Madara's unclear meaning, Senju Hashirama tilted his head and looked at him in a daze.

"Madara, you mean we died again... and this is the Pure Land?!"

With a look of surprise on his face, Senshou Zhujian began to look around at the surrounding environment, and found that it was a home he had never seen before, and the expression on his face immediately collapsed.

"Could someone assassinate us while we were sleeping? This is impossible, Konoha is the only one who owns Chakra now, the two of us..."

Seeing Senju Bashima's startled appearance, the corners of Uchiha Madara's mouth trembled more obviously.

Can this fellow, Hashirama, not understand human language? !

"Or, it was that old man Sage of the Six Paths who made the move..."

"boom!"

Looking at Senju Hashirama, whose brain hole was getting bigger and bigger, Uchiha Madara finally showed a little impatience on his face, and the Chakra that burst out from his body overturned the surrounding furniture.

"Shut up, Hashirama."

Hearing his scolding, Senshou Zhuma obediently closed his mouth, lowered his head as if he had nothing to love in life.

"..."

Gee.

This guy is still so funny...

He stroked his forehead speechlessly, but Uchiha Madara's mouth evoked a faint smile.

But this is the only way to prove that he is the real Hashirama, and there is nothing wrong with it.

"You don't quite understand the explanation now. I will explain it in detail later. The main purpose now is..."

Looking at the two people talking leisurely in front of him, "Uchiha Madara" was slightly stunned, but as the three-curved jade in his eyes turned into a kaleidoscope, a weird smile opened at the corner of his mouth.

it worked...

"Snapped."

"Uchiha Madara" took a step forward and deliberately made a crisp sound, but the white-haired man who was still nagging in front of him did not respond at all, and the corners of his mouth turned up even more.

Sure enough, for himself, there is no defense.

The blue chakra gathered on the palm, "Uchiha Madara" approached the white-haired man in front of him step by step, staring at his back, and slowly stretched out the right hand covered with chakra.

"Madara, behind you..."

Looking at "Uchiha Madara" who was getting closer and closer, Senju Bashirama, who was facing him, noticed something was wrong. He just wanted to remind him, but...it was too late.

"How……"

A hand wearing a black glove pierced Uchiha Madara's chest from behind, and while his body trembled, his movements suddenly froze.

What's going on...can't move...

"Uchiha Madara, didn't expect that?"

The mocking voice of "Uchiha Madara" came from behind, and the face was full of joy brought about by the successful sneak attack.

"You guy..."

Uchiha Madara tried to control a seeking jade behind him, but the pitch-black sphere only trembled slightly, and then there was no movement.

Not only the body, but also Qiudaoyu was controlled...

"Oh, Uchiha Madara, I really know you too well, even your only weakness, I am also very clear."

"It's a deadly gamble to hit you in the back, but now it looks like I made the right bet."

The chakra that had just recovered in Uchiha Madara's body gradually passed away, and was continuously sucked into the body by the people behind him.

Such a tone is undoubtedly the time traveler Yakumoshiro, this guy is not dead yet...

Heh, the traversers are indeed difficult to deal with.

"This time the situation is reversed, Uchiha Madara, all your power will belong to me!"

Even in the current dangerous situation, Uchiha Madara didn't panic at all, instead, he felt a sense of joy that the scheme had succeeded.

This time, your soul will be wiped out completely!
"Yakumo Bai, are you so confident?"

Just when Yakumo Bai thought that the winning ticket was in his hands, Uchiha Madara suddenly spoke in a flat manner, which made him a little doubtful.

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you notice that Hashirama has been watching indifferently?"

Yakumo Bai's expression was shocked suddenly, he raised his head abruptly, but saw Senju Hashirama looking at him with regret, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"you……"

Yakumo Bai's complexion changed, and he found that things were not as simple as he imagined. Just as he was about to leave the spot, his left chest was pierced by a palm behind him.

"Yakumobaro, didn't you expect that?"

With a slight force on the palm of his hand, he crushed the beating heart in his hand completely, and Uchiha Madara behind him showed a cold smile.

"The back is my biggest weakness. I naturally know that I have been attacked from behind several times, and I will not make the same mistake again."

Seeing the expression of fear on the face exactly like his own, Uchiha Madara couldn't help but feel a sense of shame in his heart. Such an expression of fear appearing on his face is really a mockery in a certain sense.

Uchiha Madara grabbed Yakumoshiro's forehead with his left hand, and his skull was almost shattered by the huge force, but the huge vitality of that body kept him from dying.

But it is only by not dying that this guy can enjoy this extreme pain more freely.

"I've already confirmed that this body only has a foreign soul like you, so I don't have to worry about anything."

"Six Paths, Amaterasu."

The blood-colored Samsara eyes trembled violently, Yakumo Bai's body surface did not change, but the pitch-black inextinguishable fire ignited directly in his mental space.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

The shrill screams echoed throughout the room, Yakumobaro tore his scalp in pain with his hands, his hair stained with blood and flesh was constantly torn off by him, and the kaleidoscope writing sharing eyes of his eyes shed frightening tears of blood.

The fire of Amaterasu that burned his soul almost spread to his entire spiritual space, and the pain from the depths of his soul made him go crazy.

"It's so ugly, Yakumoshiro."

With a weird smile, Uchiha Madara dug out the kaleidoscope in Yakumo Bai's eyes.

He didn't forget that time with Uchiha Izumi, and he couldn't let this guy have the opportunity to use Izanagi.

"Yakumo Shiro, this time is a real farewell."

The fire of Amaterasu burned the last trace of Yakumoshiro's soul, and the soulless body also lost its support, and fell to the ground.

"After killing this guy, I feel much happier."

Wiping off the remaining blood on the palm, the smile on the corner of Uchiha Madara's mouth disappeared, and he looked at Hashirama on the other side.

"What do you think, Hashirama."

"Although the methods are somewhat cruel, who made him our enemy?"

Senju Zhuma didn't have any sympathy for Yakumo Shiro, he answered with a smile on his face.

"I don't know exactly what happened, but I'm back, Madara."

Faced with his friend's reply, Uchiha Madara also showed a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Then, welcome back."

The clenched fists of the two collided heavily.

(End of this chapter)