"Ah? Are you sure you want me to make the first move?"
Daemon raised an eyebrow, a curious smile on his face.
"That's right,"
Madara answered confidently, his tone brimming with arrogance.
"It's not that I look down on you, but once I take action, this battle may be over in an instant. You don't understand how strong I've become. Even James Dickson—the last Transmigrator—is no match for me."
As if to prove his point, Madara slowly raised his hand and pointed toward the moon. A terrifying surge of spiritual pressure erupted from his palm.
Rumble—
A deafening roar echoed across the sky.
Throughout the ninja world, people were jolted awake by the ground trembling beneath them. It felt as if the entire planet were groaning under the force of Madara's will.
He wasn't trying to move the moon.
He had already moved it—he just stopped himself from continuing.
"I nearly overdid it the first time I used this power,"
Madara said to himself, retracting his hand with an amused smirk.
"Would've been boring if I shattered the moon too soon. I still want to see how far the Rinnegan can go."
[Chat Group]
Uchiha Miyuki: Holy crap! Is Madara stepping into planetary-level territory now?!
Yamamoto Mei: The moon isn't the Earth, but the pressure he just displayed is no joke.
Yamamoto Mei: Don't forget, the Rinnegan can already split the moon. If he's surpassed even that… then yeah, I believe he could pull it down and smash someone with it.
Kocho Shinobu: Mr. Daemon...
Sawamura Eriri: Isn't Mr. Daemon in danger?!
Kasumigaoka Utaha: Tch. You just met the guy and you're already worried about him, golden retriever?
Eriri: Wha—?! That's not why—I mean—he's the only person I can summon!
Luo Hao: Relax. Group rules normally prevent members from killing each other. Muzan was the only exception so far.
Luo Hao: Besides… pulling a planet is impressive, sure, but defeating Daemon? I wouldn't be so quick to assume.
Jibril: I've got some Senzu Beans ready just in case. Besides…
Jibril: Who said Daemon is the one in danger? Golden Retriever, you need to learn—true battles between powerhouses aren't about who can move a planet. It's about the essence of their power.
Eriri: Why do you keep calling me that?!
Jibril: Because it's cute.
"Mr. Daemon? What's going on out there?"
A sleepy voice came from inside the house. It was Konan, clearly disturbed by the violent tremors.
"It's nothing," Daemon replied gently.
"Just a visitor. I'll be sparring with him for a bit."
"…Okay."
Her soft response faded, but inside, Konan was wide awake—goosebumps trailing down her arms.
That pressure… that power… and it's just a sparring match?
She couldn't help but feel grateful. She, Nagato, and Yahiko had once stood against this man. And yet, despite everything, they were still alive.
Not like that poor Transmigrator—James Dickson.
Konan bit her lip. It was thanks to her pretty face… and her unique paper ability. Daemon had taken quite a liking to that.
Her cheeks flushed pink as memories—specific memories—rushed back to her. Twisted, contorted postures Daemon had coaxed from her paper form…
For a sheltered girl who hadn't even finished school, Daemon's "teachings" were a bit too stimulating.
"You've come a long way, Madara."
After coaxing Konan back to rest, Daemon turned to Madara, a touch of admiration in his tone.
"To be able to affect the moon with your will… I can't do that yet."
His specialty wasn't pulling planets or manipulating gravity.
It was pure destruction.
Madara, basking in his own power, replied with a grin, "That's why I told you to make the first move. If I act first, you might not get the chance."
"Fair enough…"
Daemon nodded, understanding where this arrogance came from.
It was the same feeling he'd had back when he first obtained his Noble Phantasm—Leviathan, the Dragon of Chaos—in the Pirate World.
Back then, he thought he was invincible.
A monster that could crush continents with a single motion?
Sounds amazing in theory.
But against opponents like Jibril, who could hide in another dimension?
Or Yamamoto Mei, who could split into thousands of lights and move at the speed of light?
What good is raw power if you can't hit your opponent?
Madara was no different.
Even if he could pull down the moon—so what? In a duel, where the distance between fighters is just a few dozen meters, that kind of power becomes meaningless.
"You asked me to make the first move, Madara."
A smirk tugged at the corner of Daemon's lips. A golden blade materialized in his hand, radiant and ominous.
"That sword…!"
Madara's breath caught. The same weapon that had annihilated James Dickson in a single blow…
Even with all his bravado, a chill crept down his spine.
But with the chat group watching, pride demanded he stand tall.
"Of course! Do it!"
Daemon sighed softly.
"Alright then."
In the next instant, he struck.
"God Avoid—!!"
Zheng—
A brilliant slash of golden light cut through the void—so sharp, so fast, it seemed to split reality itself.
This was no ordinary sword swing.
It was a strike that transcended time, space, and defense—empowered by the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, guaranteeing a fatal blow.
It didn't matter where the enemy stood.
It didn't matter how fast, how tough, or how divine they were.
Even if they could pull the moon from the sky or destroy a world, if they stood against Daemon, they had to face this sword first.
Shhhhk—
Blood and viscera rained down from the heavens.
Uchiha Madara's eyes widened in disbelief as his body was cleaved in two.
He never got the chance to counter.
Uchiha Miyuki: "As expected. The moment I saw Madara trying to have His Highness Daemon take the first move, I knew he'd lost his edge. The act couldn't hold."
She chuckled softly, brushing back a strand of her dark hair as she looked at the broken battlefield.
Uchiha Miyuki: "Just like Obito… trying to posture in front of me. You can't fake being someone you're not, kid. Acting like you're three times stronger than you really are? Please. I can handle you with three moves, tops."
Yamamoto Mei folded her arms and let out a sigh.
Yamamoto Mei: "It's not surprising. Even if Madara has reached a power level comparable to Kaguya Ōtsutsuki, or even holds titles like Demon God of the Forbidden World or God of Destruction in the Dragon Ball realm… if he wants to fight Daemon, he still has to survive Daemon's first strike. That's what makes Daemon terrifying—his Noble Phantasms aren't just strong. They're absolute."
Sakura Tohsaka looked down, fingers clutching the hem of her skirt.
Sakura Tohsaka: "I knew Big Brother Daemon would win… but I still couldn't help but worry a little."
Sawamura Eriri blinked at the display, stunned and beaming.
Sawamura Eriri: "Wha… Hahaha! Is this the power of Mr. Daemon!? I don't even understand what happened, but it's amazing! I summoned someone this strong? Does this mean I can rule the world!?"
Kasumigaoka Utaha adjusted her glasses, unimpressed.
Utaha: "You're dreaming, you golden-haired, air-headed dog. I could toss you to the ground and pummel you, and Mr. Daemon wouldn't even lift a finger to stop me."
Eriri: "Hey, fat cow! Who knows who Mr. Daemon would side with in the future? He's already giving me full favor!"
Jibril, floating lazily above, looked utterly disappointed.
Jibril: "Tch. That was boring. I thought Madara would at least make Daemon reveal more Noble Phantasms. But this? Defeated in seconds?"
Aizen Sōsuke smirked from the shadows.
Aizen: "It's not that Madara was too weak. It's that Daemon is simply too strong. That Noble Phantasm—'God Avoid'—it's not a conventional ability. It's built upon concepts and rules. It operates on a dimensional level beyond comprehension."
Yamamoto Mei: "Ugh, I hate agreeing with you, four-eyed gloom."
She frowned. "But he's right. If you want a chance against Daemon, immortality is the bare minimum. Otherwise, even if you surpass him in raw power, you'll be undone by the terrifying effects of his Noble Phantasms."
[On the Ground – Uchiha Madara, defeated]
His bisected body hit the ground with a dull thud. Pain lanced through his senses, and only then did Madara truly process what had happened.
Uchiha Madara: "I lost? I… didn't even react. I couldn't move before it was over!"
He stared at his severed torso, disbelief clouding his mind.
He was supposed to be in his ultimate state—his Shikai form, enhanced by Six Paths power. Even if his body was split, regeneration should've kicked in instantly.
"What… was that slash just now…?"
It was like Daemon struck before the attack even began.
Had that Transmigrator—James Dickson—died to this same technique? Now it made sense why he couldn't fight back at all.
Madara: "This is insane. An attack like this shouldn't exist… it's like the cause and effect were… reversed?"
He tried to regenerate, but nothing happened. The wound refused to close.
Daemon approached slowly, amused.
Daemon: "This is the Demonic Eye of Direct Death. It's an eye that sees through the very [end] of all things—no matter the power, no matter the form. Even your Shikai-enhanced state is just another endpoint to it."
He tapped his eye with a gloved finger, smiling faintly.
Daemon: "But don't get me wrong. These eyes aren't omnipotent. There are still beings in the multiverse who could wipe me out. But now… you see how big the world really is?"
Madara chuckled bitterly, his pride crumbling.
Madara: "…Yeah. I feel it now. I finally understand it."
He let out a deep sigh. "I guess I got drunk on my own power—like the time I got backstabbed by that bastard Black Zetsu."
Daemon: "If only you'd realized it sooner."
And with that, he returned to the chat group.
[Multiversal Chat Group]
Daemon: "Jibril, toss Madara a senzu bean, will you?"
Jibril: "Roger~"
Jibril: "Here you go, Mr. Madara! [Red Envelope Sent] You won't die anytime soon, but I imagine lying there cut in half isn't exactly comfy."
Madara: "…Thank you. I owe you one."
With a gulp, Madara swallowed the bean.
In a flash, the damage that even his Six Paths regeneration couldn't fix was completely healed. His body knit itself together, perfectly restored.
Madara: "…Incredible. So this is a senzu bean? From the newbie reward, no less?"
He marveled at his restored form.
Madara: "If I'd had three or five of these, even Hashirama would've been toast!"
Jibril: "Hehe! I used to have hundreds of them!"
Madara: "H-HUNDREDS!? If I had that kind of stock, I'd have challenged the Sage of Six Paths himself! …Wait. What did you do with them?"
Jibril: "Used them all. I fought Mr. Daemon in the Demon Slayer world. I kept getting wrecked, so I ate senzu beans nonstop."
Madara: "…And did you win?"
Jibril: "Nope! Got obliterated. Not a chance."
Madara: "…Figures."
He couldn't argue anymore. After his own loss, even hundreds of lives wouldn't have made a difference.
[A New Message Appears]
Uchiha Miyuki: "[Image Attached] Mission complete! I rescued Rin! Turns out her death was a misfire—she ended up becoming the Three-Tails' Jinchūriki instead. And that unlucky brat Obito? He came at me like a mad dog and got himself half-destroyed. I've got him locked down."
In the image, a furious Obito, his body mangled, lay unconscious at Miyuki's feet. Rin stood beside her, clearly shaken.
Uchiha Miyuki: "Now then, Your Highness Daemon… the one-day mission deadline is almost up. You'll be returning to the One Piece world soon. So, what do you say? Want this 'parting gift' from Obito Uchiha?"
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