Naruto, my father's name is Uchiha Madara.

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However, the result remained almost unchanged.

His best achievement was forcing Madara to use his Susanoo, which was as powerful as a demon god.

The best time was when I managed to use the complete human form.

As for the towering Susanoo wielding two swords, he didn't even have the right to force it out.

This all-encompassing, despairing disparity weighed on his heart like a cold, imposing mountain.

Physical fatigue can be recovered, but the feeling of helplessness that comes from being unable to reach a goal no matter how hard you try is what truly erodes one's willpower.

"No... I can't just give up like this..."

Naruto suddenly raised his hand and slapped his cheeks a few times, trying to use the pain to dispel the lingering sense of defeat: "I need to... put in more effort!"

He struggled to sit up, crossed his legs, and forced himself into a meditative state, not to absorb natural energy, but to reflect on the past.

In his mind, every detail of his fight with Madara began to replay rapidly: Madara's dodging angles, the timing of his counterattacks, the use of chakra, and even the subtle flaws that might be revealed in his indifferent eyes...

Suddenly, a detail he had overlooked flashed through his mind like lightning!

As Madara said on the first day, "Regardless of the means."

At the time, he only thought those four words were Madara's arrogance, but now, upon closer examination, perhaps... they have another meaning?

Naruto suddenly opened his eyes, a fire rekindling in his azure pupils. "Dad said he'd stop at nothing! So... can I ask someone for help?!"

Once this idea comes into being, it can no longer be suppressed.

While the Shadow Clone Technique can create physical clones, creating a situation where there are many against few, it also evenly distributes the original's chakra and stamina.

Facing an opponent of Madara's caliber, having one's already stretched resources further dispersed would be nothing short of humiliation and would be utterly ineffective.

Therefore, the only way to engage in a group attack without weakening one's own strength is—

Looking for truly powerful external support!

At this very moment, in Konoha Village, there are comrades who can keep up with this level of combat and whom he can "harass" without any scruples...

There is only one answer!

"Sasuke!!!"

Naruto suddenly leaped up from the ground, his previous fatigue seemingly swept away by what he considered a brilliant idea.

He didn't even have time to brush the dust off his clothes before he rushed towards the Uchiha mansion like a golden whirlwind.

He easily scaled the wall and entered the courtyard, greeting Mikoto as if he were returning to his own home.

Naruto then stormed into Sasuke's room like a bandit.

"Hey! You idiot, you loser! What are you doing?!"

Sasuke, who was reading at the table, was startled. Before he could react, his wrist was grabbed tightly by a brute force.

"No time to explain! Itachi-nii, can I borrow Sasuke for a moment?"

Without turning his head, Naruto shouted at Itachi, who seemed to be making tea in the yard, and then, without saying a word, dragged the struggling Sasuke outside.

"Let go! You utter idiot! Where are you taking me?! Why should I go with you?!"

Sasuke turned pale with anger and tried to pry Naruto's fingers off with his other hand.

However, Naruto has always had an absolute advantage in stamina and strength, not to mention that he is currently in an excited state of "finding a way".

"Special training! It's special training! Super intense special training!"

Naruto dragged it along with all his might, shouting loudly.

One of them desperately tried to fall backward, while the other desperately tried to pull forward. They struggled and stumbled along.

The scene was so comical that it resembled a forced abduction of innocent men and women, drawing sidelong glances and stifling chuckles from passing villagers in Konoha.

With great difficulty, Naruto finally managed to drag the extremely unwilling Sasuke to the seventh training ground.

What's wrong with you?!

Sasuke finally broke free from Naruto's grasp, rubbing his reddened wrist and glaring angrily at Naruto.

He'd already decided that if Naruto didn't give him a reasonable explanation, he'd give him a taste of Amaterasu.

Naruto took a breath and gave a bright smile that also carried a hint of "I'll drag you down with me."

He pointed to his belly: "Come train! I'll help you improve your strength!"

Sasuke looked at Naruto's stomach, his lips twitching slightly: "How do you do it? With whom?"

Naruto didn't answer directly. Instead, he reached out his hand again, made a fist, and presented it to Sasuke, his face filled with unwavering expectation.

Sasuke looked at him with a mixture of confusion and displeasure.

But deep down, his competitive spirit and a hint of curiosity about Naruto's so-called "special training" ultimately made him scoff.

Reluctantly, he raised his hand and bumped it with his fist.

The moment their fists touched—

The surrounding scenery rippled, blurred, and vanished like ink wash painting!

The next moment, the cold ground transformed into a gently rippling water surface, and a dim sky replaced the green lawn under the sun.

They had already entered Naruto's consciousness space.

"here it is……?"

Sasuke stared in surprise at the completely unfamiliar surroundings. Before he could take a closer look, a cold yet familiar voice came from the darkness ahead.

"Oh? You actually know to call for help?"

Madara Uchiha's figure slowly emerged from the shadows of consciousness.

He crossed his arms, his Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan sweeping over Naruto and Sasuke beside him, his tone flat, neither approving nor mocking.

Upon seeing Madara, Sasuke instantly understood who Naruto's so-called "special training" target was!

Naruto casually placed one hand on Sasuke's stiff shoulder.

He flashed a confident, even slightly smug, smile at Ban, and loudly declared, "That's right! Dad! The two of us together are invincible!"

Madara made no comment on Naruto's "bold words" and didn't even bother to refute them.

His gaze passed over the two men, piercing into the deeper void, as if speaking to the air itself, yet his voice echoed clearly throughout the entire space:

As he called out, another figure silently materialized, accompanied by a gentle green light and a vibrant life force.

Hashirama Senju looked around curiously, a signature cheerful yet slightly eccentric smile on his face: "Wow, so we're actually doing special training in a consciousness space?"

"Ban, you really always come up with some novel ideas!"

"Cut the nonsense."

Ban interrupted his musings and gave the order directly: "Now you and I will train them."

"The two of us?"

Hashirama paused for a moment, then pointed to himself and then to Madara.

A look of embarrassment and amusement crossed his face: "Dealing with these two kids? Madara, isn't that... a bit too much of a bully?"

“It’s necessary.”

Ban's tone left no room for doubt: "Only the two of us working together can put enough pressure on them and stimulate them to bring out their true potential."

Hashirama seemed to want to say something, but Madara stepped forward, grabbed his arm, and pulled him aside.

She leaned close to his ear and whispered a few words quickly.

Hashirama's expression gradually changed from doubt to a hint of seriousness, and then to a helpless compromise.

He shrugged and turned to look at Naruto, who was on high alert, and Sasuke, who looked bewildered and wary.

His face once again displayed that cheerful smile, tinged with slight apology:

"Sorry, Naruto and Sasuke! We're a little embarrassed, but... we'll go easy on you!"

"No...it can't be..."

Naruto's confident smile vanished instantly, replaced by a look of utter terror, as if it were the end of the world.

He had planned everything meticulously, but he overlooked one thing—the helper he found also had his father's helper inside his body!

He had been thoroughly beaten by his father for three days straight, with no chance to fight back.

Now let's add the First Hokage, who is on par with his father...

Naruto was filled with remorse and wished he could travel back a few minutes to strangle the version of himself who thought of "finding help."

If he had known it was this hellish Plus version, he would never have dragged Sasuke over here!

Although Hashirama had been teaching Sasuke inside his body for years, Sasuke was unaware of Hashirama's true strength.

But looking at Naruto's expression, as if the sky had fallen.

And those two figures opposite, simply standing there, exuded a terrifying aura as unfathomable as an abyss.

He instantly realized just how "desperate" his current situation was.

However, it's too late to say anything now.

Madara gave them no time to back out or prepare themselves, instantly switching his eyes to the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan.

The cold voice rang out like a verdict:

"let's start!"

The moment the words fell.

Two terrifying auras, powerful enough to change the very fabric of the world, erupted from Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju like a tsunami.

It crushed towards Naruto and Sasuke, whose faces had turned pale!

The true hellish double training has begun!

Chapter 352 Madara, Hashirama VS Naruto, Sasuke

On the cold water, Madara Uchiha's words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples and igniting the fighting spirit.