"What the hell are you?!"
Urashiki stared in horror as a black hand pierced straight through his chest. He never expected to be ambushed from behind.
"Hehehe…"
A sinister laugh echoed in his ears. Behind him stood Black Zetsu, a cold, twisted grin spreading across his dark face.
"Ōtsutsuki… hand over your body and your Rinnegan. They were never yours to begin with. Everything you possess belongs to Lord Madara."
"You despicable, shameless bastard!" Urashiki snarled furiously.
"Hmph, how ungrateful," Black Zetsu sneered. His black hand reached out again, seizing Urashiki's other Rinnegan and ripping it away without hesitation.
Urashiki shrieked in agony as both his eyes were torn from their sockets, his body collapsing weakly to the ground.
Behind him, Black Zetsu's form grew increasingly grotesque, his chilling laughter echoing like a curse from the depths of hell.
"Lord Madara, I've retrieved this pair of Rinnegan for you," Black Zetsu said reverently, offering the eyes to his master.
"Well done. I didn't expect you to have such a trick prepared," Madara replied, a satisfied smirk curling his lips. He reached out slowly, preparing to implant one of the Rinnegan into his eye socket.
But before he could—
a small spatial vortex rippled open before him.
From within, Boruto's hand shot out, snatching both Rinnegan from Black Zetsu with lightning speed.
"That blond brat again! Damn it!"
Black Zetsu's face twisted in rage as the Rinnegan vanished into the closing vortex.
"Space–time ability…" Madara muttered, narrowing his eyes. "He's a difficult one to handle."
He frowned, thinking aloud. "I thought he and that Ōtsutsuki fought to a draw… but clearly, I was mistaken."
If I could implant those Rinnegan, gain space–time powers, and become the Ten-Tails' Jinchūriki… maybe I'd stand a chance against him, he thought grimly.
But now… that chance is gone.
"Lord Madara," Black Zetsu urged, "if we feed that Ōtsutsuki's body to the Ten-Tails, it can reach its complete form—the God Tree. You can still become the Jinchūriki and awaken Mother."
"There's no chance," Madara said flatly.
"No chance? Lord Madara, you can't give up now!" Black Zetsu's voice trembled with alarm.
"Indeed, there's no chance."
That calm voice came from behind them.
Boruto appeared not far away, a faint, knowing smile on his face.
"That blond brat!" Black Zetsu hissed, stepping in front of Madara defensively.
Madara, however, remained still, eyes fixed on the nine Truth-Seeking Balls rotating behind Boruto. After a pause, he spoke quietly.
"You're Naruto's son… from the future?"
Boruto nodded lightly. "You figured it out fast. As expected of Uchiha Madara."
"I assume the Infinite Tsukuyomi plan failed, then," Madara said, his Rinnegan gleaming. "So tell me—what do you intend to do?"
"To be honest…" Boruto shrugged, "I haven't really thought about it yet."
"Haven't thought about it?" Madara echoed, his tone unreadable.
"The future… failed?" Black Zetsu's expression twisted in disbelief. "The plan failed? Mother wasn't revived?!"
Boruto suddenly turned his gaze toward Madara. "Oh, and by the way… that thing behind you isn't your will."
Madara frowned. "Not my will? Impossible. Black Zetsu has always been loyal to me!"
This kid knows my origin! Black Zetsu panicked, trying to slip into the ground and flee—but a massive gravitational pull froze it in place.
"Black Zetsu," Boruto said coldly, "is actually the will of Ōtsutsuki Kaguya. It calls itself her 'son.' Everything it's done… was just to use you—to have someone absorb the God Tree and awaken her."
"Absorb the God Tree? Awaken Kaguya? Impossible! The stone tablet's records—"
Madara's words were cut short as Boruto continued. "The stone tablet you read was already altered by Black Zetsu. The dream of the Infinite Tsukuyomi? It's nothing but a lie—to awaken Kaguya."
Black Zetsu screamed, "Why?! Why can he come back from the future?!"
Madara looked at it silently for a long moment. He could tell Boruto wasn't lying—someone that powerful had no need for deceit.
With a casual wave, Boruto lifted Black Zetsu from White Zetsu's body. It hung in midair, bound by crushing gravity.
"You ruined my millennium plan, brat! May you die a horrible death!" Black Zetsu howled.
"Noisy," Boruto muttered.
A Truth-Seeking Ball floated forward, reshaping itself into a black metal bottle. With another gesture, Boruto sealed Black Zetsu inside it.
As silence fell, Madara stood there, expression unreadable.
Boruto chuckled softly. He remembered this man from the Edo Tensei era, and for a brief moment, felt something like respect.
"Madara," Boruto said, "now that your dream's gone… are you done dancing?"
Madara's eyes flickered. "My dream… may be shattered. But I am still Uchiha Madara. Do you want to dance too?"
Even knowing he couldn't win, he refused to kneel.
Boruto smiled faintly. "You should save your dance for your old lover."
"My old lover?" Madara's lips curved slightly. "You mean Hashirama?"
As he spoke, Hashirama Senju, Minato Namikaze, Tobirama Senju, and Hiruzen Sarutobi appeared in a flash, surrounding Madara.
Moments later, Naruto and the Allied Shinobi Forces converged on the scene.
"Madara, surrender!" Tobirama ordered coldly.
"Madara! Long time no see!" Hashirama greeted warmly, a nostalgic smile on his face.
"I've been waiting for you, Hashirama." Madara smirked, his Rinnegan glinting.
"Father…" Naruto looked at Minato's back, emotion swelling in his chest.
"Am I late?" Minato asked, turning toward his son.
"No, you're just in time, Father."
"Then there's only Madara left," Naruto said, forming a hand seal. The Nine-Tails' Chakra exploded around him like golden fire. "Let's end this!"
Boruto sighed. "Seriously? So many people ganging up on one old man—don't you feel ashamed?"
Tobirama frowned. "Who is this blond brat? This isn't a place for kids. Get lost."
Boruto smirked. "I'm not leaving. In fact, I'm about to make things interesting."
A silver-white orb of light appeared in his palm, radiating power. His grin widened mischievously.
"Stop, Boruto!"
Descending from above, Sarada Uchiha and Sumire Kakei landed beside him.
Sumire looked at the glowing orb nervously and quickly stepped in front of Tobirama. "Boruto, please—don't make Lord Second dance like that."
Boruto chuckled. "Sorry, Sumire, but this time… I want to see a real show. A full performance of Uchiha Madara vs. Hashirama Senju."
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