They could never truly understand. No one could grasp just how profound that kick was.
It carried the weight of twenty years of Might Guy's relentless training, rain or shine, the grind of a man who always lagged behind but never once gave up. The only shinobi in history to reach jōnin rank through pure taijutsu alone.
They did not see the countless tears that fell in joy the moment that final blow landed. Many cried out, "Youth! Night Guy!" because to them, it was not just a technique. It was proof that even without ninjutsu or kekkei genkai, taijutsu alone could ascend to the pinnacle when fueled by an unbreakable will and the overflowing chakra of the Eight Gates.
Who in the entire ninja world could withstand such a strike?
Not even Rikudō Madara.
Even before the kick touched him, Madara felt space itself twist around him. And the moment it connected, he was wounded by its sheer force.
The blow landed square on Madara's chest. His Rinnegan staff crumbled instantly, unable to withstand the impact. Blood erupted from his mouth as his ribs were shattered.
But the price was immense. Guy's right foot was destroyed far more thoroughly. A mortal body had struck a god. The dragon-shaped crimson chakra had carved a trench hundreds of meters long into the battlefield. If not for the Divine Tree halting their momentum, that kick might have launched Madara clear across the continent.
The explosion engulfed everything. Fire and pressure raged through the field. Kakashi and the others could no longer watch. There was no technique to witness, no flashy effects. Just raw flesh and power colliding at the cost of life.
Two warriors stood alone.
One gave everything. The other stood to receive it.
They slammed into the Divine Tree. A tremendous shockwave circled its base, dust rising like ripples across a still pond.
Minato, Gaara, and the others rushed forward.
"He must be dead!"
But there sat Madara, slumped on one arm, bloodied and gasping... still alive. Half of his body was mangled. He had survived, barely.
"He almost killed me, that bastard…" Madara panted, flames still clinging to his cheek. He laughed, the sound ragged and feral.
Nearby, Guy lay motionless. The fire of life flickered low within him. His chakra, that final reservoir of youth and resolve, drained away second by second.
Madara rose slowly.
"You are but a flicker now," he said coldly, "but you brought me joy. Before you vanish completely, allow me the honor of killing you."
His broken body began to regenerate. Ribs mended. Arm restored. Heart remade.
A Truth-Seeking Orb glided toward Guy's prone form, ready to erase his existence.
But then...
Ding! Time for a question!Question One: Does Guy die here in the video?A. YesB. NoBonus Round! Choose correctly and win between 10,000 and 1,000,000 gold. Choose wrong, and your active buffs extend by one day!
Guy rasped from the ground, a faint smirk on his face.
"Heh… too bad. I'm not dead. Next time, I'll aim for the head."
Kakashi closed his eyes.
"What a waste… what a legend."
There was no grand ninjutsu, no illusions. Just the purest of battles.
The system slowed time dozens of times so that even ordinary viewers could follow that crimson blur streaking across the sky.
Night Guy.Sealed God Battle.
Even from that one kick, everyone watching knew that no one could dare challenge the name Night Emperor again.
Madara exhaled deeply.
"Night Emperor... I acknowledge you. Next time, I won't let that strike land so easily. Be ready. Open your Gates the moment you see me."
Guy managed a faint smile.
"You're strong, I know. I know even the Eighth Gate might not kill you. But that is my youth... to fight without fear. Nothing can block my path."
Teenage Might Duy's projection beamed proudly.
"Guy! You've done me proud! Your discipline, your spirit... your youth!"
"Don't die, Guy-sensei!" Lee shouted from the sidelines.
But Guy was silent.
The battlefield was still. No one remained to stand between Madara and victory.
Would anyone stop him now?
Hashirama?
No.
That Hashirama wore a Konoha headband in the video, but not here. No one could act.
Guy coughed, the sound weak.
"Wait... Madara shouldn't have been able to come back to life. How...?"
Kakashi blinked.
"What the... how is he still alive? This video's lying to us!"
Minato frowned.
"Reanimation? Doesn't seem like it."
Obito remained silent.
Shisui too.
The chat exploded.
Even the Five Great Nations, the Akatsuki, and rogue shinobi everywhere sat frozen.Even Itachi, who never showed emotion, had a single bead of sweat running down his temple.
How could Konoha claim to be the heart of the ninja world when every legendary bloodline Byakugan, Sharingan, Ōtsutsuki chakra was theirs?
Then the system chimed again.
"Innocent, I swear. The power of the Ōtsutsuki and the Sage of Six Paths flows through this video. Who else but Konoha's descendants could unlock such might?"
The truth was plain.
Madara's resurrection was no accident. It was a reflection of Konoha's hidden legacy.
No other village had a chance.
And so, as the ashes settled and Guy's fate hung in the balance, the world held its breath.
Waiting for the next question...Waiting for the next battle...Waiting for the next legend to be born.
End of Chapter 32