Chapter 3: Clash of The Titans

The air crackled with tension.

Madara stood atop the hill, his crimson Sharingan gleaming, his war fan resting on his shoulder. Gojo, hands in his pockets, smirked up at him. They had exchanged only a few words, but that was enough.

They were both warriors—fighters who thrived in battle.

Hashirama, standing between them, sighed. "Do you two have to—"

Madara moved.

One second he was a figure on the hill. The next, he was in front of Gojo, blade arcing toward his throat. The strike should've cleaved through flesh and bone. Instead—

The sword stopped.

Madara's eyes narrowed as his katana hovered inches from Gojo's neck, caught in an invisible force.

Gojo grinned. "Oh? You're fast."

Madara's blade trembled, struggling to push forward, but it never reached him.

Gojo wagged a finger. "But not fast enough."

A pulse of force erupted from Gojo's body, blasting Madara backward. He twisted midair, planting his feet on the ground, sliding across the battlefield before stopping.

His smirk returned. "Now I see. You control the very space around you."

Gojo stretched his arms lazily. "More or less. But hey, you're not bad yourself."

Madara chuckled. "Then let's stop wasting time."

His Sharingan spun—and the world exploded into motion.

A Dance of Titans

Madara blurred forward, a storm of kunai and shuriken filling the air. Gojo didn't move.

The moment the weapons touched his barrier, they froze, suspended in midair.

Gojo snapped his fingers. The projectiles reversed direction, flying straight back at Madara.

Madara sidestepped, deflecting some with his war fan. "Interesting trick."

Gojo appeared beside him in an instant. "I got plenty."

His foot slammed into Madara's ribs. The ground beneath them cracked as Madara was launched like a cannonball, smashing through trees and boulders before flipping midair and landing gracefully.

He grinned. "That was a good kick."

Gojo flexed his leg. "I know."

Madara weaved hand signs. "Fire Style: Majestic Destroyer Flame!"

A tidal wave of fire roared toward Gojo, swallowing everything in its path. Trees disintegrated. The sky turned red.

Gojo raised a single hand. "Cursed Technique: Reversal – Red."

A crimson sphere of energy formed in his palm before launching forward. The moment it touched the flames, an explosion erupted. The shockwave shattered the ground, tearing apart the landscape as fire and cursed energy clashed in a violent storm.

Hashirama, watching from a distance, sighed. "Oh, this is bad."

Madara vs. Infinity

As the smoke cleared, Gojo walked forward, completely unharmed.

Madara stood amidst the destruction, smiling. "So you can repel energy attacks too. Impressive."

Gojo cracked his neck. "Yeah, yeah. Now what?"

Madara's Sharingan spun—and in an instant, he was gone.

Gojo's eyes widened slightly before Madara reappeared behind him. His war fan came down like an axe.

But it never landed.

Gojo didn't even turn. "You never learn, huh?"

Madara smirked. "Who said I was aiming for you?"

The ground beneath Gojo collapsed. Explosive tags buried deep under the battlefield detonated, sending massive plumes of fire and debris skyward. Gojo vanished in the inferno.

Madara stood at the edge of the crater, watching the flames dance. "Not so untouchable now."

Then—

A blur of white and blue shot from the fire.

Gojo crashed into Madara at full force.

The impact sent Madara hurtling miles away, skidding across the earth, tearing through trees and hills. He only stopped when he flipped midair and landed gracefully, blood trickling from his lip.

He wiped it away, laughing. "This… this is what I live for!"

Gojo appeared in front of him, smiling. "Same."

The Final Clash

They fought for hours.

Blades clashed against Limitless. Cursed energy met Susanoo. The battlefield transformed—forests burned, rivers rerouted, mountains crumbled.

Madara summoned his Perfect Susanoo, a towering, armored god that split the sky in two.

Gojo countered with Hollow Purple, a swirling, destructive force that tore through the battlefield like a meteor.

Each attack reshaped the land. A ten-hour war between titans.

Until—

Hashirama intervened.

Wood Style: Deep Forest Bloom!

Giant roots erupted from the earth, entangling both warriors, restraining them. Hashirama landed between them, eyes stern.

"Enough," he commanded. "You'll destroy the entire land at this rate."

Gojo sighed. "Aw, but I was having fun."

Madara chuckled, breathing heavily. "So was I."

Hashirama glared at both of them. "You two are worse than children."

Gojo smirked. "We prefer the term 'enthusiastic.'"

Madara folded his arms. "This isn't over."

Gojo grinned. "I hope not."

And so, as the sun set over the ruined battlefield, the three greatest forces in the world stood together—foes, rivals, and perhaps, something more.

The dawn of a new era had begun.