In Naruto: Reborn with a Chat Group-Chapter 150 - 148: Madara Jr! Let’s Dance, Shall We?

"Damn you, brat!" Zabuza cursed, his eyes widening at the destruction caused by Makoto's attack.

The name of the technique might have been weird, but there was no denying its power. The destruction it caused was far beyond anything he had expected.

Makoto, on the other hand, stood there calmly, watching him.

He didn't even look tired after pulling off such a devastating move. This only made Zabuza even more uneasy.

'Hmph. He's bluffing. There's no way he's not exhausted after something like that.'

With that thought, Zabuza used the Body Flicker Technique, closing the distance in an instant. His Executioner's Blade had been snatched away, so he had to rely on a kunai instead.

But Makoto wasn't about to let him get close.

Without hesitation, he unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks, one after another.

"Fire Style: Majestic Destroyer Flame!"

"Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!"

"Fire Style: Fire Dragon Bullet!"

Each technique was ridiculously strong, their intensity rivaling the first attack he had launched.

Zabuza gritted his teeth. These were just C-rank and B-rank jutsu but when Makoto used them, they felt like Forbidden Techniques.

Dodging non-stop, Zabuza could feel himself wearing down. However, he knew full well that his Water Style Techniques wouldn't stand a chance against Fire Style of this scale.

[Uchiha Madara: Kid, how long are you going to drag this out? If it were me, I'd have just used Susanoo and sliced him in half already.]

[Senju Hashirama: Makoto, didn't I give you the Wooden Golem Technique? Just summon it and smack him away with its giant palms. Easy!]

[Senju Tobirama: Are you fighting a battle or chasing a chicken? Use the Water Style techniques I gave you and drown him to death already.]

[Namikaze Minato: Rasengan is the way to go! Let him feel the pain!]

[Makoto: Didn't I tell you all that this guy is going to be my subordinate? If I go all out, he'll be dead in no time.]

[Elite Jonin worth recruiting don't come around often. Killing him would be such a waste!]

Outside the battlefield, thick smoke billowed into the sky, rising from the countless jutsu Makoto had unleashed.

Kakashi and the others had no choice but to keep retreating, putting as much distance as possible between themselves and the battlefield.

Kakashi stared at the raging flames and instinctively swallowed his saliva. Makoto's chakra reserves were just absurd.

If he himself attempted jutsu of this scale, he'd be out of chakra after maybe two attacks.

'Does this kid have unlimited chakra or something?' Kakashi wondered. 'There's not even a hint of exhaustion on his face. Just how much chakra does he have?'

Meanwhile, Zabuza's frustration was reaching its peak. "Kid! Is ninjutsu all you know?! Do you dare to fight me in close combat?!"

Makoto's lips curled into a smirk. This guy was really digging his own grave. After all, he had Madara's combat experience.

'I suppose it's time to put it to use.'

"Zabuza! Let's dance, shall we?"

"You little...! Are you mocking me?!"

With that, both of them stopped using ninjutsu and engaged in pure taijutsu combat. The very moment they clashed, Zabuza's expression shifted into one of shock. Up until now, he thought Makoto was just a kid with a monstrous chakra pool and an arsenal of overpowered jutsu.

'But How the hell is he this skilled in taijutsu too?!'

Makoto wasn't just fast. His strikes were sharp, efficient, and almost impossible to counter.

Zabuza was an Elite Jonin. He had fought for years, survived countless battles and yet, in hand-to-hand combat, he was getting completely suppressed.

And worst of all, It was like Makoto knew exactly what he was going to do before he even did it.

After a while, Zabuza was in agony. His entire body ached from the relentless beating he was taking. No matter how he tried to counter, Makoto outclassed him in every way—speed, power, technique, and even battle experience.

Zabuza refused to accept it. He had been fighting since he was a child, carving his way through the Blood Mist Village, surviving where countless others had fallen.

He wasn't just some ordinary shinobi. He was one of Mist Village's strongest.

But now, he was getting completely outmatched by a kid.

"Hmph... Are you truly one of the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist? If you're all like this, then I'm disappointed."

"Is this pathetic display supposed to entertain me? Tch. At least try to make it interesting."

[Uchiha Madara: Hah! Good. I give you full marks for this performance. It's rare to see someone put on such a fine show!]

[Senju Hashirama: Now that I think about it, Madara really does look like he's dancing when he fights! It's always so mesmerizing to watch]

[Namikaze Minato: Makoto, why aren't you using Rasengan? Just hit him already and make him feel the pain! After all, MY PAIN IS GREATER THAN HIS!]

[Uzumaki Kushina: Minato, shut up! Do you start feeling restless if I don't spank you for a single day? Adamantine Sealing Chains!]

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[Namikaze Minato: N-No! Ahhh~! Kushina, wait! My pain! Ahhhhhh! My pain is greater than yours!]

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