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TUS Chapter 358: How Many Times Do I Have to Kill You?
🕑 Added 2025-04-19 04:06:20 +0000 UTCJust as Funan launched his attack, Black Zetsu used Kamui and narrowly evaded it.
No matter how powerful your attack is, it’s meaningless if your target isn’t even in the same dimension.
Damn it, I knew it! Good thing I came prepared!
Cold sweat trickled down Black Zetsu’s back as he muttered curses under his breath.
“Hmph.” Funan let out a cold snort and shifted his gaze toward Madara.
[Zzzzzz!]
Susanoo emerged, surging with an immense amount of chakra.
Blood Magatama!
If he couldn’t kill Black Zetsu, then Madara would have to go.
The others understood Funan’s intent and began charging up their own ultimate techniques.
...
[Whoosh! Whoosh! Shoosh!]
A barrage of powerful techniques surged toward Madara.
Still forming hand seals, he couldn’t dodge—let alone defend.
“It’s over!”
[Buzz!]
Just then, two figures suddenly appeared in the path of the oncoming attacks.
The crowd froze at the sight of them.
Ōnoki!
Deidara!
What were they doing here?
Now, they had stepped in to block Funan and the others’ attacks.
But still—
Could just two Kage-level shinobi really stop them?
Ōnoki and Deidara looked dazed, but their attacks came swiftly and without hesitation.
“Dust Release...!”
[Buzz!]
This time, Ōnoki’s Dust Release was unusually powerful—powerful enough to actually halt the incoming wave of Kage-level and even Six Paths-level techniques for a brief moment.
Then came Deidara’s attack.
It became clear: both of them were under a genjutsu.
And yet, after releasing his jutsu, clarity briefly returned to Ōnoki’s expression.
“Heh…”
He gave a bitter chuckle and murmured, “I never imagined… this is how I’d die.”
“Deidara, you little brat…”
His final gaze landed on Deidara.
Then—
Leaves began to fall.
In a quiet corner, a jagged stone slowly crumbled into dust, scattering into the wind.
Ōnoki, the Third Tsuchikage.
The oldest living Kage in the shinobi world—
Was dead.
Black Zetsu had taken control of him for this final desperate move, and naturally didn’t hold back—draining every last bit of his strength.
Only through the approach of death did Ōnoki briefly regain awareness.
And then, even Deidara regained a fleeting moment of clarity.
He sneered and shouted, “Art is an explosion—fleeting and magnificent!”
[Boom!]
He self-detonated.
An explosion using his own body as the medium.
The sheer force of the blast seemed to tear heaven and earth apart.
In their suicidal assault, they actually managed to obliterate most of the incoming attacks.
Only the attacks launched by Funan, Naruto, and Sasuke made it through—flying straight toward Madara.
And then—a colossal White Zetsu appeared, shielding him from the strikes.
He had devoured the remaining White Zetsu clones and corpses, merging into a massive new form.
“Hehehe!”
Amid a grotesque, hysterical laugh, the true White Zetsu swelled to several hundred meters tall and flung himself into the path of the final attacks.
“Lord Madaraaaa!!!”
That was White Zetsu’s last roar.
[BOOMMMMM!]
The final strike was blocked.
“White Zetsu…”
Madara’s Gaze Upon the Self-Destruction of White Zetsu Remained Cold and Emotionless.
With Black Zetsu’s betrayal, he no longer held any trust for White Zetsu either.
And besides—if you had the power to block that attack, why didn’t you come save me instead!?
Just then, Madara’s hand seal reached its final stage.
The blood-red vertical eye on his forehead locked onto the moon.
“Infinite Tsukuyomi.”
A massive surge of chakra shot into the sky, targeting the moon.
The moon slowly began turning crimson.
One after another, tomoe began to appear on its surface.
In that moment, Funan’s body moved at an unimaginable speed.
As if he were warping through space.
As if he were slicing through time.
In the blink of an eye—
Madara’s vision blurred.
And then, to his astonishment, he realized—
His head had been sliced clean off…
Now held in someone else’s hand.
“Uchiha... Funan!”
No one knew exactly when he had moved, but Funan had appeared right in front of Madara, turning a black rod into a blade and decapitating him in one stroke.
How could this be!?
Everyone else was equally wide-eyed in disbelief.
One move—
A clean kill against Uchiha Madara!
“That bastard!” Tobirama couldn’t help but curse aloud.
This guy had the power to one-shot Madara all along—so why wait until now!?
From the very start of the battle… what the hell had he been scheming?
Even Black Zetsu was taken aback.
But instead of panicking, he let out a dark, sinister laugh.
“As expected of Uchiha Funan,” he said. “But luckily—I made my own preparations.”
[Buzz!]
Funan’s eyes suddenly widened.
He felt… something strange.
“Hokage-sama!”
Yako let out a cry of alarm. “Madara’s chakra—it’s...”
She didn’t even need to finish. Funan had already seen it.
The severed head of Madara, which he had just been holding, vanished.
At the same time, Madara’s decapitated body—about to collapse—also disappeared.
And in the sky above, a new Madara appeared, still continuing his hand seals.
“Izanagi?” Funan murmured.
“Hehehe—hahaha! That’s right! Izanagi!” Black Zetsu burst into manic laughter.
“I had everything prepared, Funan! No one can stop Mother’s resurrection now!”
Funan stared coldly at Madara and sneered.
“ROAR!!”
[BOOM!!]
Before the words had even fully left his mouth—
Two attacks suddenly struck out toward Funan.
Sasuke and Naruto!
Even Black Zetsu was stunned by this turn of events.
Let alone the rest of the crowd.
“You—what the hell are you two doing!?”
Minato was both shocked and furious.
The others snapped back to their senses and turned to the two boys, eyes wide with disbelief.
“I... I...”
The two boys looked horrified.
What had they just done?
Funan stared at the two of them, face dark with fury.
He didn’t even need to think twice—it was definitely the Sage of Six Paths.
That bastard had planted something on the boys.
A warning?
That he wasn’t allowed to stop Kaguya’s resurrection?
Heh... I’d love to see you try.
A wild grin spread across Funan’s face.
He would challenge heaven, earth, even the air itself.
Sage of Six Paths?
Controlling the two kids against him?
Even if he came down himself, Funan wouldn’t flinch.
In Funan’s mind, the Sage of Six Paths was always the final boss.
If you can use those two against me—
Then I’ll treat them as enemies too.
I’ll take on all four of you!
Uchiha Madara.
Black Zetsu.
The two brats.
Come at me all at once!
Power surged in his Rinnegan, its eye power swelling.
Funan’s gaze locked once again on Uchiha Madara.
Funan concentrated a massive surge of ocular power into his eyes, preparing to unleash the Rinnegan’s might once more.
His Rinnegan didn’t possess as many abilities as Uchiha Madara’s, but it was by no means inferior.
That strange, teleportation-like burst of speed from earlier?
That was one of his powers.
By focusing his eye power, he could greatly amplify a specific attribute of his body.
Earlier, he had enhanced his speed.
But he could also boost strength.
He could even temporarily multiply his chakra output.
The price?
Severe fatigue.
After such an explosive burst, he would enter a period of weakness.
That was exactly why Funan hadn’t immediately followed up after discovering Madara had used Izanagi.
As long as he was still breathing, Uchiha Madara could forget about casting Infinite Tsukuyomi!
Izanagi, huh?
Fine! I’ll kill you a hundred times and see if you can resurrect a hundred times!
Let’s see how many eyes you’ve got!
But just as Funan was about to attack, a shocking scene made him freeze in fury.
Naruto and Sasuke turned on each other—attacking simultaneously.
“Ungh!”
Both let out pained grunts as blood spilled from the corners of their mouths.
Funan halted mid-step.
“You bastard!” he finally roared.
Sage of Six Paths, you son of a—
I swear, I’ll make your mother pop out another son just so I can beat him too!
“Hokage-sama!”
The others were just as stunned.
They could all tell Naruto and Sasuke were under some form of control—but this?
This went way beyond what they’d expected.
They weren’t attacking Uchiha Funan anymore.
They were attacking each other?
Because they couldn’t beat Uchiha Funan!?
Funan’s expression darkened, his eyes glinting coldly.
What now?
This was a threat.
A clear warning to stay out of it.
Was he supposed to abandon the two kids?
Funan made his decision without hesitation.
Naruto and Sasuke, killing each other?
Then let them kill each other!
At this stage of the war, what's the difference if one or two more people die?
If others can die, why can't those two?
There's no such rule!
Besides, he—Uchiha Funan—possessed the Rinnegan!
At worst, he'd just use the Rinne Rebirth Technique.
In fact, he'd already planned to try reviving everyone who died in this war.
Otherwise—
Why else would he have waited this long?
It was precisely because he'd considered all possible angles, working to eliminate every last unstable factor.
Funan turned his gaze once more to Madara.
Black Zetsu was horrified. "Damn it!"
[Shunk!]
Before anyone could react, Madara's head was severed—again.
At that moment, Izanagi activated once more.
A new Madara appeared.
"Black Zetsu!"
Having been killed twice in a row, Madara was furious.
And this anger was directed entirely at Black Zetsu.
If it weren’t for Black Zetsu controlling him, how could he have ended up so pathetic?
What the hell had this dog of a thing injected into his body to control him so completely?
He had the Rinnegan. Shouldn’t that have been enough to cancel out these tricks?
Much of Madara’s past boldness stemmed from his confidence in the Rinnegan.
Funan turned, coldly staring at Madara. "I'm actually curious—how many Sharingan do you even have left to burn through?"
Black Zetsu muttered silently to himself, It’ll work, it has to work. If it doesn’t, then I really have no backup plan left.
Running into Uchiha Funan was like getting cursed for eight lifetimes.
