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TUS Chapter 351: The Day Hashirama Felt Useless
🕑 Added 2025-04-15 20:05:31 +0000 UTCJust as Hashirama and Madara's attacks were about to collide, something unexpected happened.
Funan glanced at the two men and let out a mischievous chuckle.
Just before the two forces clashed, Funan made his move.
Controlling his Susanoo-armored Buddha, he shifted the direction of his assault.
Funan began to flank from the side—
Abandoning all defense, concentrating every ounce of his power into one overwhelming blow aimed directly at Uchiha Madara.
After all, the only thing these two see is each other.
Fine—then smash each other into the dirt!
That one strike completely threw them off.
Hashirama? He was already dead. No big deal—worst-case scenario, he gets smashed again.
But Madara?
He was still alive.
As he saw the incoming fist, even the patterns in his Rinnegan seemed to spin faster.
[BAM!]
[BAM!]
Two dull impacts echoed.
One punch struck square in the chest—
The other landed right on the head.
Both massive Buddhas shattered.
One shattered at the chest—taking Hashirama’s form with it.
The other crumbled at the head—Madara, perched atop it, darted away like lightning but was still caught in the blast radius.
“Hehehe... So? How was that?”
Funan stood on the shoulder of his wooden avatar, descending to the ground with a gleeful look.
“Madara, don’t tell me that killed you? Nah, I don’t think so.”
With a heavy crash, Madara burst out from the rubble, eyes locked on Funan with a killing intent so intense, even Kage-level shinobi would faint from it.
Even Funan was stunned.
“Whoa. That bloodlust—it’s practically tangible. Madara, this is a battlefield, you’re not seriously bringing those childish feelings with you, are you?”
Madara froze.
The fight with Hashirama had stirred something in him.
He’d gotten carried away. Forgotten everything else.
Just like how Hashirama would always become more naïve when facing Madara…
Madara, too, would lose some of his edge when confronting Hashirama.
Madara exhaled deeply, eyes narrowed.
“You’re right, Funan. But now that Hashirama’s gone—how are you going to face me?”
“You don’t seriously think I’m weak, do you?”
Funan sneered, his eyes still bearing the Mangekyō pattern—but the pressure emanating from his gaze made even Madara flinch.
“If you really believe that… then I’ve got some bad news for you. You’re gonna die—miserably.”
Madara stared hard.
Even with the Rinnegan, he couldn’t fully read Funan.
Once again—Susanoo took form behind him.
“Very well, Funan. Come. Let’s fight!”
Funan smiled faintly, summoning his own blood-red Susanoo.
“Bring it on.”
Still, something bothered him.
Madara’s already absorbed the Ten Tails. So why hasn’t anything changed?
Shouldn’t he have become the Sage of Six Paths by now?
What’s going on...?
Now I’m too afraid to even reveal my Rinnegan.
[BOOM!]
Two colossal Susanoo avatars—each towering over 150 meters tall—collided with an earth-shaking crash.
Trading blows head-on...
And not losing ground at all!
“It’s a shame, Funan. You’re just a Uchiha. But me? I am now both Uchiha and Senju!” Madara bellowed, summoning a massive wooden humanoid once again.
His Susanoo clattered into place, locking its cold, unblinking gaze onto Funan.
“Heh… Madara,” Funan chuckled. “Sometimes, combining two powers doesn’t necessarily make you stronger. If that were always the case, don’t you think I’d be using two powers as well?”
With a faint smile, a surge of familiar chakra began to flow from Funan’s body.
“This… This is—”
Madara’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“ROAAARRR!!!”
A deafening roar tore through the battlefield.
A hulking beast emerged, eyes filled with hatred, glaring straight at Uchiha Madara.
“The Nine-Tails?” Madara muttered instinctively. “That’s… the Nine-Tails?”
“How’s that possible? I just absorbed it.”
Funan had entered Tailed Beast Mode.
“Well? Surprised, Madara?” Funan said with a low chuckle. “Shocked, even? Look closely—there’s more!”
Susanoo materialized once again—but this time, it became armor for the Nine-Tails.
Madara’s expression turned grim. He spoke in a cold tone: “How do you have the Nine-Tails? I just absorbed it—so what is that?”
“That’s the Nine-Tails too,” Funan replied bluntly. “But that one was only half. What I have is the other half.”
“The Night of the Nine-Tails…”
Madara quickly pieced it together.
Although he had died before the events of that night, once he was revived, Black Zetsu had brought him up to speed on everything that had happened since.
“So, the Nine-Tails inside you came from the Fourth Hokage?” Madara demanded.
At the same time—
In the distance, a group of people rushing to the scene stared blankly at Minato.
“That Nine-Tails…
“It came from me,” Minato said with a helpless sigh. “Actually, I’d already reached an understanding with the Nine-Tails—I was able to use its power. But the Hokage needed the Nine-Tails too… so he extracted it from me.”
Tobirama’s expression shifted slightly. “You mean… Funan is a Jinchūriki now?”
“Yeah,” Minato nodded. “Is that a problem? What’s wrong with being a Jinchūriki?”
“N-No, nothing…”
But Tobirama’s face remained tense.
It wasn’t that he had anything against Jinchūriki…
The problem was that Madara needed the Tailed Beasts. Now that Funan had become a Jinchuriki, Madara would definitely target him, trying to extract the beast from his body.
However…
On second thought, at this stage, being a Jinchūriki might not even matter anymore.
Uchiha Madara wouldn’t spare anyone anyway.
“Everyone!”
Tobirama suddenly spoke up. “Even though we have numbers on our side, compared to those two…”
He pointed to Funan and Madara, who were about to clash once again.
“…the gap is just too great. So we need a plan!”
Those two bastards had even beaten Hashirama into the ground.
Tobirama had never seen anything this overwhelming.
And worse—
Both of them were still growing stronger by the second, as if their power had no limits.
“Please speak, Second Hokage!”
Everyone still respected Tobirama’s capabilities.
“Very well!”
…
Finally—
Funan finished armoring the Nine-Tails.
Now fully armed, the Nine-Tails wielded a massive blade, coldly staring down Uchiha Madara.
On Madara’s side—Susanoo had merged with the giant wooden statue.
Both men had now infused themselves with Senjutsu Chakra.
"Funan, you really piss me off—and you keep surprising me too!"
Madara roared in fury as the wooden giant swung its massive fist.
"I'm even more pissed off at you!" Funan sneered. "I've already unified the shinobi world. I'm about to create a better future for all of us—so why the hell are you trying to stand in my way?"
"Madara, you're an eyesore!"
[Boom!]
The two clashed head-on.
A massive shockwave rippled out in all directions.
"HAH!"
Funan shouted, and the Nine-Tails lifted its massive blade once more.
[Boom! Boom! Boom!]
And just like that, the two went back to exchanging blows in a titanic clash.
Nearby, Hashirama was slowly recovering.
He blinked as he watched the battle unfolding before him.
"...Good god."
"These two... they're absolute monsters."
"Funan’s fighting Madara alone—and holding his own? Then what the hell was I even doing earlier?"
Hashirama looked visibly frustrated.
Had they just been toying with him before?
"Big Brother! Why are you just standing there?!"
Tobirama appeared next to Hashirama and shouted, "Get your ass in there and help!"
"Wait... does Funan even need my help?"
"Are you serious right now?!"
Tobirama nearly coughed up blood from that dumb question.
Do you see what's happening right now?
This is our best chance to take out Uchiha Madara—and you’re hesitating?!
Just because Funan is strong doesn’t mean you get to sit this one out!
"Are you messing with me right now?! Big Brother, snap out of it already!"
"Okay, okay, I got it!"
Hashirama activated Sage Mode, summoned his own wood avatar, and charged toward Madara.
But—
In the presence of Uchiha Funan and Uchiha Madara…
He almost seemed like a third wheel.
The absurdity of it all even left Tobirama momentarily speechless.
Was this really his brother?
The same brother who used to be a one-man wrecking crew?
"Everyone—prepare yourselves!"
Tobirama gave the order after a brief silence.
The Kage-level shinobi around him quickly got into position for coordinated attack.
Even though they were nowhere near Madara's level,
they had strength in numbers—and their combined jutsu might still inflict serious damage.
Madara was already being pushed back by the joint assault from Funan and Hashirama.
Even as a supporting fighter, Hashirama’s presence couldn’t be ignored.
Hidden nearby, Black Zetsu grew more anxious by the second—but he had no way to intervene.
This battle had already escalated far beyond his reach.
Let alone Obito, who only had one Sharingan left.
Even if he still had both eyes, he wouldn’t be able to do a thing.
"What do we do?! Damn it, what do we do?!"
Black Zetsu cursed nonstop.
"And that damn Madara—what a useless idiot! He absorbed the Ten Tails ages ago and still hasn’t fully mastered its power!"
If Madara had already awakened the full strength of a Ten-Tails Jinchūriki,
he wouldn’t need to worry about Funan or Hashirama at all.
"How much longer is this going to take?"
"Damn it… don’t tell me he’s going to get taken out before completing the fusion with the Ten Tails?"
"This isn’t working. I need to do something—I have to help!"
"Mother… grant me your strength!"
With a determined look in his eyes, Black Zetsu turned and vanished into thin air using Kamui.
