"Uchiha Madara, let me see how much strength you still have left," Isamu said, staring at him as his hands rapidly formed hand seals.
Seeing that this clone was actually preparing to attack, the White Zetsu Main Body immediately tried to connect to the clone's consciousness to take control and stop him. However, he quickly realized he couldn't connect at all. This clone seemed completely independent—entirely beyond his control.
Panic flashed across his face.
"This is bad, Lord Madara! This clone has broken free from my control. Things have taken a turn for the worse."
Hearing this, Uchiha Madara rolled his eyes. It was obvious—this wasn't a rogue clone, but someone controlling it from behind.
At that moment, Isamu finished his hand seals.
"Wood Release: Vine Strangulation!"
He slammed his hands onto the ground. Instantly, thick vines burst from the earth, wrapping tightly around Uchiha Madara. They constricted violently, attempting to crush him on the spot.
Seeing Madara bound, the White Zetsu Main Body panicked and tried to step in—but Madara stopped him.
"Zetsu, stand down. Just watch. I don't even consider this level of Wood Release a threat."
He then turned his gaze toward Isamu.
"Daring to attack me on my own turf? Kid, your time is up. Don't think that just because I'm old, I've grown weak. Even in this state, you're nowhere near my level."
"Limbo!"
Madara activated his Rinnegan technique—Limbo: Border Jail.
In an instant, four invisible clones emerged in a parallel plane. Each possessed the same power as the original. Though unseen, they now surrounded the battlefield—effectively making it five Madaras against one.
Only those with the Rinnegan or Six Paths Sage Mode could perceive them. To everyone else, they simply didn't exist.
The clones immediately broke the vines restraining Madara, while the real Madara remained standing calmly, unmoving.
At this moment, Isamu—having lost his Six Paths power—was effectively reduced to a high-level but ordinary shinobi.
No matter how skilled he was, without Six Paths-level strength, the gap was absolute.
Watching Madara escape without lifting a finger, Isamu narrowed his eyes.
Invisible attacks… so it really is Limbo.
Four clones plus the original. Five in total.
Interesting.
"Nice technique," Isamu said calmly. "But don't underestimate me. This isn't all I can do."
He began channeling Chakra.
"Lightning Release Armor!"
Electricity surged across his body, stimulating every cell and pushing his speed and strength to their peak.
After activating it, Isamu frowned internally.
This White Zetsu body is garbage. Even with Lightning Release boosting it, I'm barely at Kage level. Pathetic.
Still, he pressed on.
Lightning gathered in his hand—
"Chidori!"
Crackling energy screamed to life as he shaped it into a blade.
"Chidori Sharp Spear!"
Without hesitation, Isamu thrust the extended lightning blade toward empty space beside Madara.
The attack pierced nothing.
Isamu frowned.
As expected… I can't hit them.
The White Zetsu Main Body burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! Attacking thin air? You can't even aim properly. And you think you can challenge Lord Madara? You're a joke."
Madara, however, did not laugh.
Instead, he stared at the spot Isamu had attacked—with visible confusion.
That was exactly where one of his invisible clones stood.
"You… can perceive them?" Madara asked, narrowing his eyes.
Isamu smirked.
"I can't see them. But I can guess."
Madara's expression darkened instantly.
He knows about Limbo? That's impossible.
He had never revealed this technique to anyone—except White Zetsu.
Where did he learn this?
Madara's killing intent surged.
"Since you know my secret, you're not leaving alive. Once I capture you, I'll personally dissect your brain and find out exactly how you learned this."
Isamu didn't care in the slightest.
Even if this body died, his consciousness would return to his real body. There was nothing to fear.
"If you want answers, come take them."
"Hmph. Ignorant fool. You have no idea who you're facing."
At his command, the invisible clones moved.
"I don't know who I'm facing?" Isamu scoffed. "You're just a washed-up relic. I'll beat some sense into you!"
With Chidori still crackling, he pushed off the ground—
—and instantly collapsed.
His body slammed flat against the ground, limbs spread wide, completely immobilized.
Shock filled his face.
He could feel it clearly—
Something was restraining him.
The clones… they grabbed me already?!
When did they get this close?!
Damn… I tried to teach him a lesson… and ended up getting taught instead.
Madara and the White Zetsu Main Body approached slowly.
Seeing Isamu pinned helplessly, the White Zetsu Main Body sneered.
"Heh. You really overestimated yourself, thinking you could challenge Lord Madara."
Madara stood over him, expression cold.
"Now… speak."
"Who are you? And where did you learn my secrets?"
"You'd better answer honestly… or I'll make you talk."
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