Hokage:madara level start

Due to the overwhelming pressure from the two "Uchiha Madara," Tsunade had no choice but to compromise. Left with no other options, she began summoning the ninjas of Konoha.

Tsunade-hime was truly at a loss.

These two versions of "Uchiha Madara" were on the verge of provoking the Fourth Great Ninja War—and not a single person in Konoha had the strength to stop even one of them.

Let alone two.

At first, Tsunade thought one of them might be a Shadow Clone. That would have made sense—after all, Madara was known for his complex and overwhelming jutsu. But as a seasoned ninja and a skilled medical specialist, she discovered something terrifying after observing them for two days:

They were both real.

Neither of the two "Uchiha Madara" showed any signs of being a clone. Both of them ate, drank, slept, and even used the restroom. No Shadow Clone, no matter how advanced, could mimic reality so perfectly.

So unless Madara had developed some outrageous new technique beyond even the scope of Rinnegan—these two weren't clones. They were real.

But how was that possible?

Could it be some unknown Rinnegan ability?

Over the past two days, Tsunade's curiosity only deepened.

And it wasn't just her.

Even the Akatsuki members who followed the two "Uchiha Madara" and temporarily stayed in Konoha were puzzled. In fact, they figured out the truth before Tsunade did.

At first, like her, they thought one of the two was a clone.

But after observing both "Madara" for days—and watching neither vanish nor flicker away—they started suspecting something much deeper. Perhaps Uchiha Madara had used some forbidden ninjutsu, something even more profound than the Shadow Clone Jutsu, to create a second version of himself.

And despite reluctantly compromising with the two "Uchiha Madara" two days ago, Tsunade now believed this war would end quickly.

Why?

Because Uchiha Madara was simply too powerful.

The sheer devastation of the jutsu he displayed—summoning a meteorite hundreds of meters wide from the sky—was enough to shake the world. No village could stand against that kind of power. Not a single one.

Back then, Madara had said it himself:

"If you can withstand one, I'll drop a second."

Even a third.

And from what they knew about the Rinnegan's capabilities, he could theoretically summon an endless barrage from the heavens.

Which ninja village could resist that?

Who wouldn't be forced to compromise?

Would you really let an entire village be obliterated by falling meteorites?

That's madness.

The death toll would be catastrophic.

And that wasn't even the worst of it.

Madara's Susanoo—a towering giant over 200 meters tall—could split Konoha in half with a single swing. And worse yet, there were dozens of [Shadow Clone Susanoo] marching behind him.

The mere thought was enough to make anyone feel hopeless.

So yes, this war would end soon.

Because no one—not a single soul—could stand against the current Uchiha Madara.

Not even her grandfather, the legendary Senju Hashirama, could match this version of Madara. After all, Madara now wielded the Rinnegan—the eyes of the Sage of Six Paths.

He wasn't just a man anymore.

He was something else entirely.

"A unified ninja world…?" Tsunade murmured, resting her chin in her palm as she flipped through reports in her office. "If it's really possible, then… maybe it's not such a bad thing."

"Tsunade-sama, do you really think so?" Shizune, her ever-dutiful assistant, looked at her with surprise.

"I don't know," Tsunade replied quietly. "But war… war is never good."

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Elsewhere—Inside a Barbecue Restaurant in Konoha…

"Boss, you go first."

Deidara, seated with the rest of the Akatsuki, reached for a pair of serving chopsticks and picked up some grilled meat. He was about to offer it to "Madara"—only to stop, confused.

Which one?

There were two Madaras seated at the head of the table.

Deidara froze mid-action, unsure who to serve. His respect for Madara's overwhelming power was genuine, but facing two of them was giving him a headache.

"Haha!" Kisame chuckled as he watched Deidara struggle. Konan and Nagato joined in with soft laughter.

"Forget it—we'll help ourselves," Leo finally said, curling his lips into a faint smile.

"R-Right," Deidara stammered and awkwardly dropped the grilled meat into a random bowl.

"Konoha is moving awfully slow," Kisame muttered, glancing between the two Madaras.

It was true—Konoha had started gathering its forces, but it had already been two days, and nothing major had happened yet.

"I haven't sacrificed anyone to Lord Jashin in days," Hidan grinned, eyeing one of the restaurant waiters. "I'd love to offer a few Konoha souls soon."

"Tomorrow's the deadline," the original Madara said coldly, arms crossed.

Leo spoke next, his tone subtle and cryptic. "White Zetsu's moving slower than expected."

"White Zetsu?" Konan, Nagato, and Sasori exchanged confused glances.

So White Zetsu had another mission?

Now that they thought about it, they hadn't seen either White Zetsu or Black Zetsu in days.

That alone was unusual.

At the moment, the barbecue restaurant was practically deserted. Other than Leo and his table, only the restaurant owner and a couple of waiters remained.

That wasn't surprising.

With two "Uchiha Madara" and the entire Akatsuki dining together, even the bravest customers wouldn't dare enter.

In fact, if not for fear of provoking these dangerous figures, the staff would've run away long ago.

Just the thought of the restaurant being flattened by a 200-meter Susanoo…

The owner was outside the private room, praying silently: Peace. Peace. Please, peace!

Inside the room, the group dug into the freshly grilled meat. Even the original Madara—usually indifferent—ate his fill.

After several days of interacting in Konoha, the Akatsuki members had made an interesting realization.

Though "Uchiha Madara" was terrifyingly powerful and cold on the battlefield, he wasn't as hard to get along with as they'd imagined. Leo, the other Madara, even joked from time to time and engaged with them like an approachable leader.

If only he could return Yahiko's body and soul to Nagato and Konan, everything might've been perfect.

Still, after spending some time with the two Madaras, even Nagato and Konan were starting to believe their promises. The idea of helping them unify the ninja world—and then reviving Yahiko—was starting to sound… plausible.

They were slowly getting drawn in.

Even if it was just for Yahiko.

Just then, a swirl of movement appeared beneath the floor of the private room. A white figure emerged slowly from the ground, rising until his full form appeared.

"Madara-sama!" White Zetsu greeted, facing the two seated figures.

"White Zetsu?!" The others turned to look, surprised.

"We found what you were looking for," White Zetsu said, walking calmly toward Leo and the original Madara.