Madara looked visibly disappointed by his supposed opponent. He had expected someone more skilled—someone with battlelust. But instead, in front of him stood a giant toy. The opponent? A coward. A spineless stranger with no pride.
' Pathetic,' Madara thought. ' I'll destroy this useless doll and then kill him for wasting my time. At least this thing might endure a beating.'
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Alex POV
Alex was mentally sweating bullets. Madara looked increasingly annoyed—and with his base Sharingan activated? Sure, it was cool in the anime. In real life? He looked like a Japanese folkloric demon, all menacing eyes and godlike presence. All he was missing was an actual Oni mask.
"Uh… can I ask if I can fight only one of you?" Alex asked meekly.
He wasn't dumb. Now that he knew he was in the NarutoVerse, he could at least do some basic mental powerscaling. He wasn't weak by any standard, but Kage-level? Not even close. At least, not yet.
His Metal Titan? Against monsters like these, it might as well be made of soft mud. A Jonin? Maybe he could handle one in a straight fight. But tactics? Counter-strategies? Seals/fuinjutsu? He had no idea how to deal with those. Genjutsu? He knew how to break out of it intheory, but had never experienced it firsthand. He might spend minutes trapped before figuring it out. Spotting traps? No clue. Chasing fleeing enemies? Yeah, good luck with that.
He was, in short, completely cooked.
"Haha… ha… no problem, stranger," Hashirama replied, smiling. "Madara, you go. I know you want to let loose."
"Don't worry," Madara said, his eyes gleaming. "I won't even need three minutes to dismantle this doll."
Alex's gut twisted.
He straightened the Titan as best he could. Joints groaned like rusted metal. The construct wasn't perfect—rough, brutish steel fused by instinct, not engineering. But it was still his first titan form ever created.
He clenched its fists anyway. "If I run, I die. If I beg, I die. Only choice? Fight and die slower."
The Titan took a step back and raised its arms in a loose boxing stance.
"…Titan Boxing 101," Alex muttered. "Let's go."
Madara vanished.
CRACK—!!
A thunderclap rang out as the Titan's head jerked violently to the side. The left half was just—gone. Crushed like a soda can.
"WHAT THE HELL—?!"
The Titan staggered, flailing.
Alex frantically reformed the head, trying to patch it together. The metal slithered back into place like slow, liquid slime-like substance.
"Fascinating," Madara's voice echoed, distant and low. "It heals. Slowly, though. Too slow."
He appeared again—right in front of the Titan's chest. One hand sign in front of his mouth. The microsecond after he spat a giant fireball from his mouth .
No, no, NO—!
BOOOOM—
The impact sent Alex's Titan flying backward like a kicked tin can. Trees snapped. The ground tore open. The body skidded nearly a hundred meters before slamming into a hillside.
Pain? Not exactly. But the feedback rattled Alex's brain like a struck gong.
Inside the Titan's hollow chest cavity, Alex clutched his core. "Okay… okay… I need to… do something…"
The Titan stood upright again. Arms shaky. Movements sluggish. Posture broken. He threw a punch. Just one clean hit.
Madara moved like a phantom. Every swing missed. Every block was punished.
Then—CLANG.
A perfect blow with his war fan to the Titan's knee joint.
The Titan buckled and collapsed.
Alex screamed—more from frustration than fear. "I CAN'T EVEN LAND A HIT!"
"Exactly," Madara said, now standing atop the Titan's shoulder. "You're a child with a toy you don't understand."
Desperate, Alex tried to spike the terrain with earth manipulation to trap him, but Madara was already gone.
Then—
WHUUMMM—
Madara reappeared at the Titan's neck and slammed his war fan—now engulfed in flames—into it. Chakra or not, the sheer force ripped the upper torso clean off.
CRACK—CRASH—SHATTER.
The Titan collapsed into a heap. Chunks of iron rained across the forest like metal hail.
Alex's core dropped with a heavy thunk, exposed and vulnerable.
Madara stood over it.
"…Pathetic," he said coldly.
Still inside the core, Alex weakly responded in a deep, metallic voice. "You win. Okay? You win. I didn't even know I could sweat in this form."
Madara's Sharingan spun again. "You're lucky Hashirama is watching."
"Good," Alex muttered. "He's the only thing between me and becoming modern art."
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Hashirama POV
Hashirama sighed, hand over his face. "Madara, you've made your point."
"Hn." Madara stepped back, gaze still locked on the scattered remains of the Titan. "He's not a threat. He's an idiot."
Hashirama nodded. "We'll take him in. Question him. Maybe teach him not to stomp forests."
Alex, recovering, reformed his Titan—this time smaller. How tall now? Maybe five meters?
Hashirama noticed. "Hey, big guy, can't you cancel the jutsu?"
"Hm? I can, but I'm kinda… naked right now. Still, I guess I don't have a choice. I'll borrow some clothes when we reach Konoha."
Madara scowled. "A weakling and a pervert. I should've expected this."
"HEY! I told you—I was lost in the forest! I didn't even know where I was!" Alex shouted. Unfortunately, that deep metallic voice made it sound like a threat.
"You maggot," Madara said flatly, eyes flaring red. "Use that tone with me again and I will kill you. Be thankful Hashirama finds you interesting. If not…"
"Stop, Madara." Haa... "Let's just return to the village."
"Wait! I can't move as fast as you two—but I have an idea!" said Alex quickly.
Madara and Hashirama silently watched as Alex stepped closer to Hashirama.
' Okay, I think I can do this ' he thought.
He dismissed the Titan form, leaving behind only a metallic egg-shaped core—about 90 to 100 centimeters tall.
Alex used his earth manipulation to form thick, tentacle-like structures from the ground. They wrapped around the egg and lifted it onto Hashirama's back. More earth tentacles grew, anchoring it like a giant camping rucksack around Hashirama's shoulders and waist.
"Done! Is it uncomfortable anywhere, Hashirama-sama?" Alex asked anxiously.
"Whoa, this is awesome! When we get to the village, you have to tell us how you used that jutsu!" Hashirama said, genuinely impressed.
"…Not totally useless, are you," Madara muttered.