Naruto：Immortality and the Eight Inner Gates[Double agent]

On the turbulent waters, Rinjin stood in his black combat suit, his entire body wrapped in crackling blue lightning and steaming blue vapor. His green hair fluttered wildly in the wind.

He was ready!

He believed that Tobirama Senju was ready too!

As he opened his eyes, the black threads of Earth Grudge Fear inside his body strained to pierce through the valves of his heart.

In the next instant, the blue vapor dissipated entirely, replaced by a fiery red blood vapor that erupted explosively, shooting straight into the sky.

Upon witnessing this, the pale purple Rinnegan in Madara Uchiha's eyes widened in shock—he saw it!

Rinjin's chakra was converging toward his heart.

"The Gate of Death? The final gate of the Eight Inner Gates?! Can an immortal body resist the effects of the Gate of Death?

Interesting! So interesting!

Then how about this?"

Muttering to himself, Madara Uchiha locked his gaze onto Rinjin's pitch-black pupils and activated a genjutsu.

Unfortunately, the genjutsu was like a pebble dropped into the ocean—it stirred not the slightest ripple.

The Rinnegan's genjutsu had no effect?

Looking at Madara's confused expression, Rinjin slightly parted his lips, letting out a stream of vapor through his sharp, clenched teeth.

Genjutsu?

If genjutsu worked, it'd be a miracle!

I can't even control the rampaging chakra within me—why don't you try controlling it?

Not only was the genjutsu ineffective, but the overwhelming power of the Eighth Gate of the Eight Inner Gates also forcibly shut down Rinjin's Sage Mode and Lightning Chakra Mode.

Neither Sage Mode nor the Lightning God Armor could function without passive chakra control.

This level of control was barely manageable when the Seventh Gate, the Gate of Shock, was open. But with the Eighth Gate, this rampaging power was utterly untamable.

This also meant that with the Eight Inner Gates activated, Rinjin couldn't use any secret techniques, genjutsu, or ninjutsu.

What lay before him was only taijutsu! Taijutsu! And nothing but taijutsu!

The most exasperating part was that as his body grew tougher, the augmentation brought by the Eight Inner Gates became increasingly monstrous. After opening the Gate of Death, the temperature soared to intolerable levels.

The result? Where he could once sustain the Gate of Death for ten seconds, now he could only last for five.

Not daring to waste a moment, Rinjin quickly crouched down.

"Six seconds! Let's go!"

With a thunderous roar, his figure vanished instantly, moving at a speed that defied the limits of perception.

Before the echo of his words faded, the water beneath him exploded into a massive geyser.

Seeing this, Madara Uchiha furrowed his brows sharply, his eyes wide open in astonishment.

Too fast! Even with the Rinnegan, he could only catch afterimages. Damn it!

There was no time to think. Madara formed hand seals with blinding speed.

Summoning Jutsu!

Before he could even call out the name of the technique, Madara slammed his hands onto the ground.

Boom!

With a loud explosion, white smoke erupted.

Before anyone could see what had been summoned, a horrifying wail echoed throughout the village.

Between Rinjin and Madara, a massive turtle had toppled onto the water's surface, its stubby limbs flailing helplessly.

It was the Three-Tails, Isobu!

The hard shell on its back had been smashed inward, covered in countless cracks.

No need to guess—one more hit, and this beast would be done for!

At this moment, no one could track Rinjin's movements.

In Tobirama's sensory perception, it was as if Rinjin had vanished, or perhaps his presence was everywhere at once.

Among everyone present, only Madara Uchiha could still faintly see his afterimages.

"Five seconds!" a cold voice rang out.

Hearing this, cold sweat immediately trickled down Madara's back.

This guy... he's absolutely insane!

Could it be that the Eight Inner Gates technique was tailor-made for an immortal body?!

Without further delay, and without a word, Madara used a Body Flicker Technique to leap onto the barely-alive Isobu's head.

"Majestic Attire: Susanoo! "

As soon as the words left his mouth, a deafening explosion erupted, sending a massive spray of water into the air.

Hearing the sound, everyone turned their eyes to the water's surface.

There, Rinjin had face-planted into the water, rolling over and over in an undignified mess.

Then, he lifted his head, looking up at the Isobu now clad in a blue Susanoo armor, his face filled with exasperation.

Seriously? He really just put a Susanoo on a turtle?!

What the hell… Is this what they mean by "Your grandpa will always be your grandpa"???

At that moment, a sharp pang struck Rinjin's heart.

Damn it! Only one second left!

"Two seconds, one last strike!"

With a low growl, Rinjin's fiery red figure vanished once more.

Fast! Blindingly fast! Untraceably fast!

Faced with such speed, Madara Uchiha didn't even have time to utter a taunt. His thoughts raced like lightning.

Fire Release? No good!

Taijutsu? No good!

Wood Release? No good!

At this moment, Madara felt an overwhelming headache.

This guy, who doesn't use ninjutsu, genjutsu, or dojutsu, has actually pushed me to this point.

Damn it! Have I, Madara Uchiha, underestimated taijutsu?!

Screw it!

With that thought, Madara raised both hands and slammed them together, fully embracing his cheat-like nature of summoning whatever he needed.

"Limbo: Border Jail!"

Four invisible shadows appeared, guarding him like bodyguards.

"Shinra Tensei!"

A full-powered Shinra Tensei erupted with terrifying force, indiscriminately pushing the entire water surface outward.

At the same time, the barely-alive Isobu extended its three tails, now clad in Susanoo, to shield Madara.

Just as he finished making his preparations, Rinjin arrived. A terrifying roar erupted, shaking the entire Hidden Mist Village.

"Ahhhh!!!"

At this moment, Rinjin, leaping mid-air with a flying kick, let out a ferocious roar. His expression was twisted, feral, his sharp teeth bared as if ready to devour someone.

"Ahhhh!!!

Roar!!! Youth!!!"

In that instant, a blinding light burst forth, completely eclipsing the sun in the sky!

Then, an explosion of unimaginable power erupted, sweeping away everything in its path with an unstoppable momentum.

And this—was merely the aftermath of the battle!

Boulders rolled, soil flew, water shattered, and tree roots tore apart. The immense shockwave effortlessly blasted the Hidden Mist ninjas away.

Standing on the edge of the village atop a giant tree, Tobirama Senju shielded his eyes with his arm, peering through the gaps in his fingers to stare at the explosion's epicenter.

Even someone as powerful as him had to admit—the clash between these two was utterly terrifying!

The mere aftermath had destroyed most of the Hidden Mist Village.

And this wasn't some large-scale ninjutsu—it was just the aftermath of a single punch.

This guy!

He's simply… simply… a monster!

As cold sweat dripped from Tobirama's forehead, the smoke on the battlefield began to clear.

Beneath Madara Uchiha, the Isobu lay with all three of its tails severed. Its blue Susanoo armor was shattered beyond recognition, and Madara's right arm had been severed at the root.

Not far behind him, Rinjin lay on the ground, his right leg also severed at the root. The charred black wound resembled burnt wood, with fragments scattering in the wind.

Madara's desperate counterattack hadn't been without effect.

On the contrary, it had been remarkably effective.

The Shinra Tensei had slowed Rinjin's speed, the Susanoo had absorbed part of the punch's power, and the four shadows had deflected his attack angle.

Even so, Rinjin's speed was too overwhelming. With only a partial deflection, Madara still lost his right arm.

Looking at the fallen Rinjin, Madara spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes burning with fervor as he broke into maniacal laughter.

"Excellent! Keep dancing!"

As his words echoed, the fallen Rinjin suddenly opened his eyes.

Psshh~

A faint hiss escaped as the last bit of blood-red vapor leaked from his nose and mouth.

Staring at the fanatical Madara, Rinjin slowly raised his bloodied right hand, lifting his index and middle fingers high. He shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Second Grandpa! Someone asked you to keep playing the music and keep dancing!"

With that, he grinned.

"I'm out—Flying Thunder God Technique!"

In an instant, Rinjin's figure vanished.

The next second, he crash-landed onto a cloud of iron sand.

On the neatly arranged cloud, a clone sat cross-legged, a circular blood-drawn formation with a triangle inside beneath him.

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