Red String of Fate

Chapter 25 - Winner and Loser

Watching the Uchiha start weaving hand signs, Jiro had about enough and used his left eye's ability with glee.

Madara formed the correct hand signs but was confused as the jutsu did not come out. Madara quickly grabbed his katana from the ground and met with Jiro's sword, after pondering for a good few seconds, he finally understood.

"Is that your left eye's Mangekyo ability? To restrict chakra so we can't use jutsu?" Madara asked, mentally he was stumbling for a second plan. Initially, he was only planning to use ninjutsu to slow him down before being able to stab him. But now that he couldn't use ninjutsu, he had to go with the more gruesome plan.

"Impressive, isn't it? Although I am unable to use ninjutsu too, but now you're doomed to die." Jiro declared with an ugly smile breaking out on his face. This is the end, he thought joyfully as he activated his right eye's ability again.

Madara stood there, feeling his heart pound immensely hard against his chest as he braced for the head ripping pain. The katana was roughly thrusted through his stomach, stabbed so deeply into him that the hilt was right up against his stomach.

He sure wasn't holding back, Madara thought grimly.

Once the three seconds passed, Madara gripped onto the sharp katana with his own two hands and coughed out a mouthful of thick blood.

"You're done for, Uchiha Madara." Jiro announced, trying to pull out his sword to let the man die from blood loss, but Madara gripped it hard.

"Heh." Was all he got out as he activated his left eye's ability, one that he hasn't used in quite a while.

Everything disappeared and suddenly, he was back to the eighth second before Jiro could use his ability again, time had rewind five seconds back.

Remembering the mistake of weaving signs last time, Madara ignored that and went straight to running in the opposite direction.

"Running away are you?" Jiro asked with a sneer, completely unaware of how his future self was just mocked with a laugh.

Madara ignored the words and felt his body freeze as Jiro activated his ability again.

He's not going to reach.

Jiro dashed towards Madara and stabbed his sword at him, but Madara's movement returned and he raised his katana to change the blade's trajectory.

Madara instantly rushed towards his opponent and crashed his sword down upon him with strength, not wanting a single one of the ten seconds.

Damnit, I got to be faster next time.

Madara was unable to defeat Jiro and felt his body freeze, he tensed up again and waited for the pain.

Jiro grabbed his blade and thrusted it into the man's stomach, twisting it a few times in hate. His movement returned and Madara felt slightly dizzy from the pain and disgusting scent of blood, but still, he stubbornly gripped the blade, even as it dug dangerously deep through his fingers, and activated his right eye's ability.

Faster! He yelled to himself.

Each time he rewinded time and attacked Jiro to finish him off, each time he was a second closer.

By the time Madara rewinded time for the eighth time, his body was faster than ever, as if it was enhanced by some sort of god blessed jutsu.

I have to win this time! He told himself, unconsciously swallowing the sickening feeling down. Otherwise I don't think I can withstand the next stab.

Ten seconds started ticking and Jiro witnessed the true awakening of the Uchiha Demon's power.

Madara seemed to fly at Jiro and each blow sent Jiro's feet cracking into the stone ground, he could not withstand any of those devilish strikes without putting all his utmost into it.