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"Hashirama! You're old! You can't even put up a fight against me anymore!"

Six Paths Madara hovered in the air, looking down smugly at the exhausted Hashirama below. His voice dripped with arrogance and disdain.

Honestly, in that moment, Madara felt... empty. Like he'd finally won—but now what?

"Madara, you bastard!!"

Hashirama's expression was heavy. He could feel just how wide the gap between them had grown.

"He really has reached the level of the Sage of Six Paths… such a power!" Hashirama sighed.

"Big bro! Don't give him so much credit! No matter how strong he gets, we have to stop him and crush whatever insane plan he's cooking up!"

Tobirama stepped up, his tone sharp. "And don't forget—we've still got our trump card!"

"Oh yeah, I forgot!" Hashirama laughed heartily, hands on his hips.

"Tobirama, use your balls! Hahaha!"

Tobirama: "..."

Minato, who just appeared here: "..."

Seriously, wasn't there a better way to say it?

"Whatever..." Tobirama just shook his head and activated the Poké Balls.

SWISH!

In a flash of light, two figures appeared—one looked like a blue cat, the other a brown mouse.

"Huh? Aren't those Uchiha Tom and Senju Jerry?" Minato blinked. "I didn't know they could be stored in Poké Balls like regular Pokémon."

Sometimes, even he forgot they were Pokémon—considering they were both way stronger than him.

"Buiii..." "Pikaa!"

Tom and Jerry smirked, clearly excited. Well... They had waited their entire lives for this moment after all—to beat the crap out of Madara and Hashirama.

"Wait... did you say Senju?" Tobirama frowned. Renzo had only told him about Poké balls, Madara's plan, and something about his relationship with Tsunade. That was it.

Minato nodded. "Yeah, didn't Renzo tell you about them?"

Hashirama looked just as confused and shook his head.

For a moment, Minato paused—forgetting why he even came here.

He sighed and started to explain. "It all started twelve years ago, after Renzo disappeared and left behind nothing but his clones. A couple of months later, we... blah blah blah..."

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Meanwhile, deep inside Madara's body, Black Zetsu was sweating bullets. "Fuck me... it's them!"

"Hmm...? You know these weird creatures?" Madara asked, confused. He was getting a strange feeling from the blue cat—almost like... kinship. It was an awkward vibe.

"Yes, yes. That's Uchiha Tom and Senju Jerry—the infamous cat and mouse duo," Black Zetsu muttered, clearly uneasy as he stared at the two Pokémon.

"Lord Madara... I suspect they were created using your and Hashirama's genes. They're... like poke versions of you two."

"...My and Hashirama's genes?" Madara was stunned. He knew about Pokémon—Zetsu had mentioned the strongest ones were some odd cat and mouse combo. But seeing them in person, and now hearing this? It was... a lot to process.

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Meanwhile, the duo themselves were having their own conversation:

"Buiii…" (Hey Tom, let me fight both of them.)

"Pikaa!" (No way, Jerry. Pick one—or I'm taking them both.)

Jerry sighed, disappointed.

"Buiii…" (I really wanted to beat them all myself. We could even take turns!)

But Tom stood firm.

"Pikaa!" (Still no. But fine—for you, we can swap after we finish off our sides.)

Jerry lit up instantly.

"Buiii!" (Yay! Tom, you're the best cat ever! You get first pick!)

"Pika!" (Alright. I'll beat the crap out of Hashirama and his annoying brother.)

"Buiii…" (What about that yellow guy over there?)

Jerry pointed at Minato, clearly including him in his list of punching bags.

Tom shook his head.

"Pika!" (He's the Hokage, remember? The guy who always spies on us when we fight.)

"Buiii…" (Yeah, that's why I wanna beat him too.)

"Pika!" (Let's focus on our targets first. Renzo-sama said we're supposed to act weak and return to the Poké Balls right after we're done.)

"Buiii…" (Okay~)

With that, Tom and Jerry each focused on their targets, feeling hyped and ready to throw hands.

And Renzo had already infused both of them with a portion of his Origin Power, allowing them to tap into abilities far beyond the norm—even using some of his own signature moves.

For Madara, Hashirama, and Tobirama…

There were no words left. Only one phrase echoed: "RIP."

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"My and Madara's genes?"

After Minato finished explaining everything, Hashirama and Tobirama felt like they'd been dropped into another world. But if Renzo could revive them flawlessly, then creating Pokémon this op wasn't that surprising… right?

Tobirama suddenly noticed Tom's intense stare.

"Fourth Hokage… why is that cat looking at us like it wants to fight? Weren't they supposed to help us against Madara?"

Minato glanced at Tom—who had just activated the Rinnegan—and suddenly remembered: Right. These Pokémon had a dream...

He'd completely forgotten about that ridiculous part.

Sensing things were about to get messy, he made a quick decision. For original chapters go to novel~fire~net

"Lord First, Lord Second… I need to return to the front lines and check on the situation."

"Good luck," Hashirama said simply.

With that, Minato vanished.

Tobirama: "..."

Before either of them could say anything, a loud and enthusiastic voice rang out.

"PIKAAAA PIKA!" (Get ready to get beaten by the mighty Tom!)

Hashirama tilted his head. "Tobirama, what did this Madara-Cat just say?"

Tobirama, equally confused, shook his head. "No idea... but he looks way too happy about it."

"Pikaaaaaa!" (It's clobbering time!)

Without warning, Tom —now floating with Rinnegan glowing—slammed his paws together. A blue Susanoo exploded around him, looking like a cat, and had sunglasses for no reason.

"Wait—SUSANOO?! So he is really a version of Madara! Hahaha..."

Hashirama still didn't realize what was coming as usual.

Tom raised a single paw and casually flicked it.

In that moment, space itself cracked—a shimmering barrier locked around the battlefield with a loud "CLANG!"

"D-Did he just lock space?" Tobirama blinked.

Tom slowly floated upward like a smug anime villain, then used his Susanoo by slapping both brothers with a giant soft paw, then appeared before landing anywhere and kept hitting them, sending them pinballing through the battlefield like ragdolls.

BANG! BAM! BONK!

They smashed through trees, boulders, and possibly a few unfortunate birds. Up, down, sideways—they got smacked everywhere.

Finally, after Tom got bored of playing human pinball, the two brothers crash-landed in a smoking crater.

"Okay, maybe he wants to beat us," Hashirama wheezed, dragging himself out of the dirt.

"YOU THINK?!" Tobirama barked, spitting out gravel. "And why can't I use any jutsu?! It's like—like my chakra just got turned off!"

Yep. Tom had decided he wasn't playing nice—so he casually switched off their chakra flow using one of Renzo's stored moves, like flipping a light switch labeled "No More Ninjutsu For You."

And of course, Tom wasn't done.

He teleported in front of them with a classic poof, now wearing a wizard robe and holding a wand.

"Pika!" (Expelliarmus!)

A shockwave of rainbow-colored magic exploded from his wand, disarming Tobirama of his kunai, his sword, and even his cloths.

Tobirama's face was completely red—from pain, embarrassment, and the sheer absurdity of it all.

Thankfully, this wasn't a +18 scene, so at least he still had his shorts on. But his dignity? Gone. Vaporized.

Honestly, he felt like being dead might've been less humiliating.

"Pika pika!" (Avada Cat-dabra!)

Tom twirled the wand again.

A green bolt shot out and hit Hashirama—who returned to the crater again.

"My regeneration isn't fast enough to take a lot of that green light," Hashirama said, shocked by the power of the Killing Curse.

Tom raised his paw casually, lifting the chakra ban—maybe they'd finally give him some real entertainment.

"Water Dragon Jutsu!"

Tobirama shouted, instantly trying to cast his signature move the moment he felt his chakra return.

But before the dragon even finished forming, Tom lazily waved his paw, and the jutsu puffed out of existence like a candle in the wind.

Then came the black tail.

WHAM!

With pure Haki flowing through it, Tom's tail smacked Tobirama hard.

The impact didn't just knock Tobirama back—it knocked the pride out of him. He landed beside Hashirama, who was already playing dead in the crater, feeling like crying.

The two brothers wanted to return to the Pure Land now for real.

Tom landed gracefully, cracked his knuckles, and pulled out a pair of glasses and a clipboard labeled: {Uchiha Tom's List of People Who Got Smacked}

✔️Hashirama

✔️Tobirama

🔜 Madara (Soon!)

⏳ Minato (Pending!)

🏁 Renzo (The Final Boss... One day.)

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"Pikaaa pipika pika!"

Tom pulled out a cigar, lit it casually, and smoked it while saying some wise words.

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