Koushin: Konoha’s Dragonborn[Completed]

Madara simply grinned, his eyes gleaming with the anticipation of a predator toying with its prey. "Then let's make it even," he stated with deceptive calmness. In the next breath, he began forming hand signs, and his surroundings erupted into a forest of towering wood clones, twenty-five of them, each bearing the exact same sneer as their creator.

"Now, you each have five to contend with," he declared, his words heavy with smug satisfaction.

Tsunade, standing in the front line, tightened her fists. She understood the gravity of their situation; one Madara was formidable enough, but five was an impending catastrophe. Regardless, her resolve was unbroken.

"You wish to test our mettle, Madara?" She said, her voice echoing in the battlefield, "Then we will show you the true power of the Five Kage!"

Without another word, Tsunade charged at the first clone, her fist glowing with the bright hue of her potent Chakra. She struck with immense power, the impact creating a shockwave that sent debris flying. But the clone was as durable as the original, taking the hit and swiftly retaliating with a blow of its own, sending Tsunade staggering backward.

Simultaneously, the usually stoic Rasa was showing signs of strain. His Gold Dust, as formidable as it was, was finding it hard to penetrate the clones' defenses. His brows furrowed as he redirected his dust, attacking from multiple angles, yet the clones deflected every attempt with ease.

A, cloaked in his Lightning Armor, was a blur across the battlefield. His movements were swift, a lightning strike with each assault. His fists landed on clone after clone, only to be met with an equal force. The clones retaliated with their own lightning-infused strikes, the exchange of blows a mesmerizing dance of pure destructive power.

Away from A's relentless onslaught, Oonoki concentrated his chakra, the air around him trembling with the force of his Dust Release. He unleashed the Detachment of the Primitive World technique, a sphere of destructive force that aimed to atomize everything within its range. Yet, the clones withstood the assault, the dust particles disintegrating against their wooden bodies protected by Susanoo without leaving a mark.

Meanwhile, Mei was finding herself in a similar predicament. Her acidic mist, potent enough to melt through rock, was proving ineffective against the clones. The wood clone absorbed the mist with rinnegan, the corrosive liquid dripping harmlessly to the ground.

As the battle raged on, Madara watched, his expression unreadable behind his stoic exterior. His clones were handling the Kage's assault with remarkable ease, their combined powers unable to break through their defenses.

"Is this the best you've got?" Madara sneered, his eyes scanning the battlefield. The Kage were visibly struggling, their efforts yielding no significant advantage. Yet, their eyes reflected nothing but determination.

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Madara's Chakra flared around him. His chakra swelled to an awe-inspiring level, dwarfing the combined might of the Five Kage. In an instant, a colossal figure materialized around him - the Perfect Susanoo, its visage grim and ominous. The embodiment of his immense power, the Susanoo towered over the battlefield, casting a long shadow that swallowed the Kage whole.

Its ethereal hand moved in a sweeping arc, gripping an enormous blade of pure chakra. With a mere swing of this sword, the Susanoo carved a nearby mountain into two. The act was performed with an ease that seemed almost obscene considering the devastation it wrought. Dust and debris filled the air as a shocking testament to the magnitude of Madara's power.

The Kage stood in stunned silence, their eyes wide with disbelief. They were seasoned warriors, no strangers to the raw power of formidable adversaries, yet the sight of Madara's Perfect Susanoo shattered their expectations. The echo of the mountain's destruction served as a chilling reminder of the dread-inspiring power they were up against.

Oonoki gritted his teeth, glancing at his comrades, all trapped in the overwhelming presence of the Susanoo. He straightened his posture, turning his gaze towards Madara. His voice was unsteady, but carried a stern resolve. "Then why?" He questioned, "Why have you kept this power hidden? Why not use it from the very beginning?"

Madara looked down from his vantage point atop the forehead of the Susanoo. His lips curved into a chilling smile, the arrogance in his eyes unsettling. "Why would I exert myself against pebbles?" His voice echoed through the battlefield, laced with mockery.

Tsunade's fists clenched at her sides, her eyes narrowing. "Was this the kind of monster my grandfather fought against?" She murmured, more to herself than anyone else. "The difference...it's too vast."

Madara's grin widened, a malicious glint in his eyes."Only Hashirama could ever stand as my equal. Now, you will taste true despair."

With that declaration, the Susanoo raised its hand. There was a low rumble, the air shimmering as space distorted above them. Emerging from this distortion was an enormous meteorite, looming like the harbinger of their doom. The Kage stared upward, their hearts pounding against their ribs, the sight of the incoming calamity amplifying their sense of despair.

Rasa was the first to break the silence. His voice was hoarse, the reality of their situation finally sinking in. "So, this is our end?" His question hung heavily in the air, a desperate plea for a different answer.

"Even if it is," A interjected, his voice firm and unyielding, "We will not surrender. We will not bow to him."

A spark of defiance ignited in Tsunade's eyes. She stepped forward, her voice ringing with determination. "We are the Kage. It's our duty to protect our people. If this is our end, then let's go down fighting."

With grim determination etched on his face, Oonoki shot into the air. A halo of earth chakra swirled around him, his jutsu imbued with a desperate urgency as he faced the falling meteor. "Earth Release: Super Light-Weight Rock Technique!" His voice echoed through the battlefield, an ethereal light enveloping the monstrous rock.

Down below, Tsunade prepared her own jutsu. Her heels dug into the ground, her chakra pooling into her feet. "Ninja Art Creation Rebirth — Strength of a Hundred Technique!" The seal on her forehead dispersed, her form glowing with an intense light. She was ready to give it her all, ready to face Madara's devastation head-on.

A and Mei followed suit, their bodies brimming with energy as they summoned their strongest jutsu. A cried out, his form enveloped in lightning chakra. Mei, on the other hand, prepared to unleash a wave of corrosive mist. "Lava Release: Melting Apparition Technique!"

Yet, just as they were starting to slow the meteor's descent, a malevolent smirk etched its way across Madara's face. "How about a second?" He taunted, and another colossal rock appeared above the first, dropping at an alarming speed.