Konoha: This Uchiha is extremely sneaky

Chapter 561 Resilience and Boiling Point

"I never imagined that even Kotoamatsukami wouldn't work on you!"

Taking a deep breath, Toshiro looked Madara up and down, his voice tinged with doubt.

"I originally thought that with my current eye power, even you would be affected!"

The one he just used is the Kotoamatsukami, which requires a cooldown period of over ten years to use even once.

He originally thought that even if it was used to treat freckles, it would still have some effect.

However, the facts are somewhat ironic.

"That eye technique from just now~"

Instead of launching an attack, Madara narrowed his eyes.

"That eye technique is very unusual. Under normal circumstances, it should have an effect on me."

"Unfortunately, my current state, along with what the caster left in my mind, has greatly increased my resistance to this eye technique."

Even Madara, a veteran of many battles, couldn't help but feel a lingering fear when he thought about what he had just experienced, and his gaze toward Toshiro was somewhat cautious.

"I never expected you to possess this type of eye technique. It's never been seen before in the history of the Uchiha!"

"This makes me very curious, how exactly did you awaken this eye technique?"

At this point, Madara looked at Toshiro with curiosity in his eyes.

The Sharingan is the eye that reflects one's soul; the awakened eye technique is inseparable from one's own personal experiences and mindset at the time.

This brat awakened... a pupil technique that allows him to manipulate other people's minds. His mindset at the time must have been quite interesting!

"This one..."

Madara clearly didn't realize that the Kotoamatsukami eye technique wasn't something he had awakened himself. However, he didn't see the need to explain, so he let Madara misunderstand.

"Don't you want to talk about it?"

Seeing that Toshiro didn't explain in detail, Madara chuckled dismissively.

"Well, it doesn't matter!"

"You should be grateful that you have the Uchiha bloodline, otherwise, you would already be a dead man by now."

Looking at the Susanoo that enveloped Toshiro, Madara, who was familiar with Toshiro's eye techniques, was also proud of the bloodline he possessed.

"However, you think you can fight me and Hashirama with just this eye technique... that's far from enough!"

Not to mention himself, even Hashirama on the other side is exceptionally skilled at dismantling Susanoo.

"Uh~"

Looking at Madara behind him and then at Hashirama in front of him, Toshiro's lips twitched.

What my ancestors said was really true.

This move might work against others, but against these two, it's simply not enough.

"Hmm~" Raising an eyebrow, Madara's gaze locked onto Toshiro's arms.

"Such an amazing recovery speed!"

"These are... Hashirama's cells?"

Through the Susanoo in front of Toshiro, he could clearly see that a large amount of white heat was emanating from Toshiro's arms and chest.

Through the Sharingan, one can also see a large amount of chakra gathered near the opponent's wound.

"Although they are somewhat similar, they are fundamentally different!"

The one who answered Madara was not Toshiro, but the First Hokage who caused all of this. He stood side by side with Madara, his eyes also fixed intently on Toshiro's wound.

"Since it's not your cell!"

"So his resilience is..."

Madara's expression clearly showed some surprise. Since the other person didn't have Hashirama's cells, his regenerative abilities relied on…

"It's... Yang Release!"

Giving Toshiro a thumbs-up, the First Hokage praised him with emotion:

"Toshiro, for an Uchiha to have achieved such mastery of Yang Release is truly remarkable!"

Yin Release is one thing, that's the Uchiha's forte, but I never expected that Toshiro's Yang Release would also achieve such a level.

This really surprised him.

Not only him, but even Ban next to him was somewhat surprised at this moment.

"Speaking of which, we should thank the First Generation for their gift!"

"Although I didn't directly transplant your cells, they still helped me a lot."

"Especially a senior named Orochimaru, who studied your cells very thoroughly, gave me a lot of inspiration."

He never transplanted the First Hokage's cells; instead, he used his Sharingan to absorb the Yang Release substances within them. Furthermore, he used a White Zetsu's body to obtain research data on Yang Release from Orochimaru, and with his Sage Mode enhancements over the years, he achieved this astonishing recovery speed.

After moving his hands and touching his chest to make sure he was alright, Toshiro slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Hehe, this is... quite a pleasant feeling!"

As he wiped away the blood, Toshiro couldn't help but grin and laugh.

"Hahahahaha!"

"This kind of pain is like dancing on the edge of death, the thrill of being killed at any moment."

"It really gives you... a thrilling sense of presence!"

As he spoke, Toshiro couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick the bloodstains remaining at the corner of his mouth.

He always knew that as a modern-educated adult, after being reborn into this world, he had been cautious and diligently training himself because of the possibility of future genocide.

After that, he went through a series of ninja wars and six or seven years of battlefield life, constantly wavering between killing and being killed.

There were some psychological issues involved.

Because he knew too much, he constantly put pressure on himself. If it weren't for his continuous meditation to soothe his mental state, he probably would have gone mad long ago.

Especially since he was an Uchiha, his situation was even more serious. Normally, he would be fine as long as he wasn't in contact with blood.

Once he comes into contact with blood, especially the pressure from his enemies, the fighting spirit and madness hidden in his Uchiha bloodline will resurface and boil like calm lake water, then turn into a flood that breaks through the dam, overflowing and becoming uncontrollable.

Especially these kinds of heart-pounding, adrenaline-pumping battles.

"As expected... an Uchiha!"

Upon seeing this, the first generation couldn't help but glance at his best friend beside him.

As members of the Senju clan, no one understood the Uchiha clan better than them.

These guys are showing signs of a bit of a bloodlust. Once they enter this state, their movements become swift, their intuition is heightened, and the most troublesome thing is that their spirits also become agitated.

As a result, the circulation of chakra and the execution of ninjutsu became much easier.

Not to mention the Sharingan in his eyes.

"Come on, let me see just how much Hashirama Senju, known as the God of Shinobi, and Madara Uchiha, who are on par with him, really amount to, and whether they deserve the title of God of Shinobi!"

Susanoo, having dispersed his defenses, casually ripped off his already tattered upper garment.

With a flick of his wrist, Toshiro's gourd-shaped flame fan appeared in his hand. With a gentle wave, a raging gust of wind was created out of thin air.

With another move, a sharp double-edged longsword, gleaming with a chilling light, was pointed directly at the opponent.

(End of this chapter)