Naruto: I am Uchiha Shirou-Chapter 227: Naruto: I am Uchiha Shirou []

Mutually Multiplying Explosive Tags!

"This is a jutsu invented by the Second Hokage. With such concentrated and targeted explosions, the battle is over!"

Under Shirou's cold shout, the explosive tags continuously sticking to Uchiha Madara's body began to ignite, while the three-tomoe Sharingan in his eye sockets spun wildly.

"Even with the Flying Thunder God Technique, escape is impossible once the explosions are triggered!"

It was too fast!

Everything happened in a flash. The densely packed explosive tags detonated one after another in rapid succession, engulfing all three people in a massive barrage of explosions.

The moment Shirou appeared, the chain of explosions from the explosive tags had already begun.

What infuriated Uchiha Madara the most was that within the range of this attack, even the Flying Thunder God Technique wasn't fast enough to escape. What he valued most—his successor—was now caught in the middle of it all.

He had only intended to test the young man's strength, not push him to the brink of death!

The earth-shaking explosions roared on, sending shockwaves rippling through the area. Hidden in the distance, even Zetsu revealed a look of shock.

"The sheer power and range of this... Lord Madara might be in serious trouble!"

The terrifying chain of explosive tag detonations lasted for a full ten minutes, reducing the forest that had been created moments earlier with Wood Release techniques to ashes. The ground itself had been blasted into a massive crater.

"What is this?!"

From within the smoke, Uchiha Madara's weak coughing could be heard. As a gentle breeze blew the smoke away, Zetsu, observing from afar, stared at the battlefield in astonishment.

"What kind of jutsu is this?!"

On the battlefield, three figures emerged. However, Madara's condition was drastically different—his voice was hoarse, and he had lost both an arm and a leg in the explosion.

More strikingly, one of his Sharingan eyes had turned a pale gray, and the Susano'o that had hastily appeared before him was shattered and barely holding together.

An individual explosive tag's power might not be overwhelming, but countless tags detonating in a continuous, pinpoint chain was akin to piercing through even the strongest defenses. The ten minutes of relentless explosions had left even Madara's Susano'o in ruins.

Of course, this was also because Madara had only managed to summon a basic form of Susano'o in time.

As Madara stared in shock, he noticed a black barrier surrounding Uchiha Shirou and Uchiha Mikoto, shielding them from harm. The two stood completely unscathed within it.

"Izanagi, is it?!"

Seeing that his attack hadn't killed the older man, Shirou revealed a regretful expression and shook his head. This only made Madara, watching below, want to explode in anger.

You have the power of the Uchiha, but you're relying on that white-haired bastard technique instead?!

"However, with this forbidden jutsu, you've lost a Sharingan and consumed a great deal of chakra. Do you think you can still stop us?"

Shirou's commanding voice echoed as he hovered in the air. A circular black spatial barrier surrounded him, and above, a portal to another dimension loomed in the sky.

"The abilities of your Mangekyō Sharingan that you've revealed to others were all fake!"

Seeing the black spatial barrier and the bloodshot Mangekyō Sharingan in Shirou's eyes, Madara finally pieced it together, even if he had been slow to realize it until now.

This Uchiha Shirou was cunning—any information about his Mangekyō abilities that had been revealed was deliberately deceptive!

What illusions like Kyouka Suigetsu and Divine Reflection? They were just meant to mislead people.

"As for my right eye's ability, Divine Reflection, I never lied about that."

Shirou grinned shamelessly. His Mangekyō Sharingan tore open a rift in space, opening a spatial portal. This technique had various applications.

For instance, it could absorb Tailed Beast Balls or energy-based jutsu into a portal and then release them from another spatial opening. Wouldn't that count as reflection?

However, there were other uses he hadn't mentioned—like now, creating a spatial barrier by placing himself inside the portal. This offered a perfect defense.

At the same time, he could also leave the battlefield at any moment by exiting from the overhead portal. He could reappear anywhere within his line of sight or at a marked location, similar to the Garganta from Bleach.

So, technically speaking, he had never lied. It was just that everyone assumed they understood the full extent of his abilities. Who could they blame for that?

"Good! Very good!"

Below, Uchiha Madara, who had endured ten minutes of continuous explosive tags, had initially been worried about them. But now, he felt as though he'd just been schooled himself.

Though angry, he was also filled with admiration and satisfaction. A ninja must always remain rational, especially when it comes to their trump cards—always keep something in reserve.

Just like him, who had yet to unleash his full-body Susano'o or the Rinnegan.

He had initially thought that Uchiha Shirou would grow increasingly arrogant after unlocking his Mangekyō Sharingan, but it seemed his concerns were unwarranted.

"I thought this forbidden jutsu, the Mutually Multiplying Explosive Tags, would end the battle. I hadn't expected you to survive, even though I anticipated the use of Izanagi."

Shirou's voice carried a tone of gravity. Uchiha Madara was undeniably strong—so strong that, even now, his true power had not been revealed, while Shirou had nearly exhausted his trump cards.

"No! The battle is over!"

Just when it seemed the fight might continue, Uchiha Madara revealed a look of relief. His hoarse voice echoed as the Susano'o around him began to slowly dissipate.

From a distance, Zetsu cried out in alarm, "This is bad! Lord Madara's body is reaching its limit!"

Battered and bloodied, Uchiha Madara stood tall on the ground, still exuding an air of dominance as he gazed up at Shirou.

One of his Sharingan eyes, now pale and lifeless, reflected his unyielding spirit as he stared calmly at Shirou and Mikoto, two exceptional successors.

Today, these two had given him far more surprises than he had anticipated.

"It seems your body has reached its limit."

As Shirou lowered himself from the spatial portal, he stared directly at Madara.

Madara coughed up blood but broke into a relieved smile.

"Heh... Good. Very good! You've far exceeded my expectations. Konoha can no longer stop you from becoming Hokage, and not even the entire ninja world can stand in the way of your ambitions..."

Madara's hoarse laughter echoed as blood dripped steadily onto the ground. Under Mikoto's watchful gaze, trees and vines began to sprout from the earth around him.

"The Konoha founded by Uchiha and Senju... finally! Finally, it will be a Uchiha... who becomes Hokage..."

The broken and intermittent words echoed like Madara's dying wish. The vines around him gradually wrapped around his body.

As the vines enveloped him completely, Madara's hoarse laughter continued. The Sharingan in his remaining eye glowed faintly, transforming into a Mangekyō Sharingan.

Unexpectedly, with a sickening squelch, blood splattered as Madara gouged out his eye, leaving his blinded face with a look of calm and relief.

"Take this Sharingan as a gift from me, your Ancestor. Perhaps you will accomplish... what I... once dreamed of—the dream of a Uchiha Hokage..."

As the vines tightened around him, a loud crack echoed. His body was crushed within the towering tree, leaving behind only a severed arm clutching the Mangekyō Sharingan that rolled onto the ground.

From a distance, Zetsu widened his eyes in shock. In his heart, there was only one word to describe his Lord Madara: magnificent.

At the center of the battlefield:

"Is he dead?"

Mikoto, stunned, stared at the massive tree that had finally stopped growing. She still found it hard to believe.

"Did he die because his body reached its limit and he could no longer control the Wood Release cells?"

To this day, Mikoto had never encountered such a strong—almost absurdly strong—opponent. Yet, just like that, he was gone?

She murmured to herself as if realizing something. A complex emotion flickered in her eyes as she sighed deeply:

"My grandfather once said that the Uchiha Madara who helped found Konoha had always dreamed of becoming Hokage... Who would have thought that in the end, he would pin his hopes on you, Shirou?"

As she spoke, Mikoto turned to look at her man. A proud and radiant smile spread across her face as she gazed at his silhouette.

"Shirou! You are a Uchiha recognized by Lord Madara himself! I believe you will become the first Hokage of the Uchiha!"

Hokage! It's almost the most unattainable dream for the Uchiha!

However, in this sentimental atmosphere, only Shirou twitched his mouth as he looked at the scene in front of him, feeling a strange sense of déjà vu.

No wonder he was also skilled in this trick. This fake-death strategy must be a family tradition of the Uchiha clan.

"This old man, Madara, even staged a sentimental farewell before leaving, perfectly putting a period on it."

At this moment, Shirou couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. If he didn't know the storyline beforehand, he wouldn't have seen through it.

As expected of the mastermind of the shinobi world, Uchiha Madara.

His mastery of fake death is unparalleled. Back then, he fooled both the First and Second Hokage, and now he's using the same trick again.

Thinking about this, Shirou couldn't help but show a peculiar expression. Could it be that his skill in fake death is also a genetic trait passed down through the Uchiha bloodline?

Madara, this trick is something I've already outgrown!

Shirou couldn't help but curl his lips into a smirk. As his Mangekyou Sharingan slowly rotated, a black void opened in space.

In the distance, hidden in the darkness, Uchiha Madara quietly watched the scene under White Zetsu's concealment. However, when he saw the young man cautiously probing to see if he was truly dead, his lips couldn't help but twitch.

Though he cursed inwardly, Madara's raised lips betrayed his mood. Beside him, White Zetsu asked curiously, "Lord Madara, the eye you just implanted is still bleeding."

"Quiet!"

Madara's eye socket revealed a newly implanted Sharingan. At this moment, he quietly gazed into the distance.

"Such caution and suspicion... If it had been him and that little girl who founded Konoha back then, maybe things wouldn't have turned out this way."

Staring at the two figures in the distance, Madara muttered to himself, a trace of sorrow flickering in his eyes.

When Konoha was founded, his younger brother didn't live to see it.

The next moment, he suddenly coughed, prompting White Zetsu to warn, "Lord Madara, your body may not hold out much longer."

White Zetsu had never seen Madara so frail. Madara took one last deep look into the distance before disappearing into the darkness with White Zetsu.

The final sigh he let out seemed to be a farewell to his former self!

A complete severance from the past! Or perhaps, Uchiha Shirou was his past self—a version even stronger than he had been—walking the path he had once abandoned.

"Hokage... A single village in the shinobi world... Haha, such ambition makes the shinobi world more and more interesting. I, Uchiha Madara, will be waiting for you at the summit of the mountain...

Waiting for our next reunion... I'll be sure to give you a surprise then..."

Uchiha Madara and White Zetsu completely vanished, as if the curtain had fallen on this perfect performance.

...

"Shirou, perhaps you inherited Lord Madara's will, but this time, he is truly dead."

After confirming that Uchiha Madara had been devoured by his vines, Uchiha Mikoto wore a wistful expression and sighed.

But Shirou's eye twitched. He didn't interrupt Mikoto's sentimental moment, though he knew that old Madara would cause trouble again in the future.

"Still, Madara is truly impressive, managing to awaken the Mangekyou Sharingan at the last moment."

Looking at the severed arm and the Mangekyou Sharingan, Shirou couldn't help but marvel. Over the years, the research of Tsunade and Orochimaru wasn't something that allowed someone to simply implant a Sharingan with three tomoe and awaken it.

The special energy in the brain that strengthened the eyes would simultaneously enhance the body. It wasn't something that could be awakened so easily.

"Shirou, Lord Madara entrusted his final Mangekyou Sharingan to you."

Under Mikoto's gaze of fanatical admiration, it was clear that even the strongest shinobi in Uchiha history—Lord Madara, the Shinobi Shura—had recognized Uchiha Shirou and entrusted his unfinished will to him.

"It's a pity there's only one eye," Mikoto lamented, shaking her head as if imagining how great it would be to have two.

Though the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan required close kin, Shirou's forbidden Chimera technique specialized in devouring.

"Alright, Mikoto, clean up the battlefield. Don't leave any traces. Also, declare to the outside world that we encountered a powerful enemy ambush here..."

Shirou waved his hand with a tired smile. This time, the harvest was massive—not just this Mangekyou Sharingan but also Madara's two arms and one leg.

This was enough to allow him to skyrocket in strength in a short amount of time.

After all, no matter how you looked at it, Madara's body contained the power of Indra and Asura combined—the force of creation itself. Even if it wasn't much, it was comparable to the Rinnegan.

Its quality was already on a higher level!

It was as if his body suddenly gained a more advanced source of power, triggering a domino effect and accelerating his evolution.

"To erase all traces, we need to eliminate any evidence of Wood Release."

Mikoto, her tired smile tinged with excitement, pulled out the Uchiha clan's supreme symbol—the Gunbai—from her back.

"Shirou, this our family's Six Paths Ninja Tool is enough to silence any ninja within the clan!"

When Mikoto handed the fan to Shirou with a beaming smile, Shirou merely shook his head with a smile and gently tapped her forehead with affection.

"The Gunbai is indeed a powerful Six Paths Ninja Tool, but it conflicts with my ocular powers. The Gunbai's abilities are the same as my right eye's Divine Reflection, and what it lacks, my eyes already possess."

Smiling slyly, Shirou knew he had already gained the greatest reward this time.

As for the Gunbai, it would be most effective in Mikoto's hands.

The Gunbai's ability to deflect attacks was like a nerfed version of his Divine Reflection and could be considered an additional skill.

Mikoto's fighting style was a mix of Itachi's and Sasuke's from the original series, excelling in speed and genjutsu.

Thus, the Gunbai, as a divine tool, was most effective with Mikoto.

"Shirou!"

Seeing Gunbai hand her the Gunbai, the symbol of authority, Mikoto smiled tenderly.

"I understand now. I will be your most reliable support!"

Mikoto nodded firmly. Power was no longer important to them—especially after witnessing Madara's strength today.

Mikoto knew clearly that this was Madara with a failing body. One could only imagine his peak.

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However, as they cleaned up the battlefield, a shocking event was also unfolding within the Land of Fire.

The Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist had appeared in the Land of Fire!

The wheel of the shinobi world had begun to turn.