"Everyone, the moment the Ōtsutsuki set their sights on this beautiful planet as nothing more than a field to be harvested, our struggle with them became one of life and death."
Kazuki's tone shifted. His voice, now brimming with an austere, murderous edge, rang out with solemn weight: "Lend me your strength! Let us slaughter these wolves who have come to desecrate our world, and fight for a future worthy of the shinobi!"
With that, Kazuki extended his hand toward the Susanoo War God, eyes unwavering.
And in that instant—
As if in response to him, the natural energy cage that bound Myōshiki suddenly erupted, trembling as though struck by an immense force, on the verge of breaking apart at any moment.
Inside the cage—
Myōshiki, who had already activated his dōjutsu to lock onto Kazuki, froze for a heartbeat at the strange sight.
He hadn't even attempted to break free of the barrier…
After taking Kazuki's kick, Myōshiki had fallen into a state of shock and exhilaration. Unlike the playful skirmishes with the Shinobi Alliance, where he suffered little more than scratches like a cat's paw—
Kazuki had truly wounded him!
On this planet, there was actually a being capable of injuring Myōshiki, aide to the Ōtsutsuki clan leader? Impossible. The only explanation was that Kazuki had inherited the power of Ōtsutsuki Shibai!
That kind of Kazuki… was exactly the prey Myōshiki most desired to devour.
But at the same time, he was an enemy that had to be taken seriously. Thus, Myōshiki refrained from reckless action, suppressing the storm of emotions surging within him—rage at being struck, greed for Shibai's power, and more.
Instead, he used his dōjutsu to peer into Kazuki's future, then turned once more to his meditation arts, confirming that as long as he devoured Kazuki, he would ascend to a higher plane!
"All this just to rally those small fry to his side? How childish… Still clinging to the emotions of lesser creatures. Such a man is unworthy of wielding Lord Shibai's power."
Amusement flickered in Myōshiki's eyes as he watched the staged outburst of the natural energy barrier and listened to Kazuki's speech. He shook his head in disdain.
At this level…
To seek the power of that chakra giant, must one really beg their cooperation? Why not seize it outright and refine it instantly?
From this alone, Myōshiki concluded that Kazuki lacked the resolve to become a god. To climb to the supreme peak, one had to abandon useless emotions and devote everything to power.
But what Myōshiki did not realize—
That deliberately unstable barrier was not to instill urgency in the shinobi. Its true purpose… was him!
The emotions that surged within Myōshiki upon sensing Kazuki's strength—rage, elation, contempt—these were the true key.
[From the target Myōshiki: Your bloodline has undergone high-level refinement!]
[From the target Myōshiki: You have obtained Dōjutsu - Shinjutsu - Subichimi!]
Kazuki listened to the sound of coins ringing, his expression unchanged.
After three refinements of his bloodline—from Myōshiki and Ryōshiki alike—he could not yet gauge with certainty, but at the very least, he was no longer at a crushing disadvantage before the aide to the Ōtsutsuki clan leader.
"Ōtsutsuki Fugaku, is it? Even this so-called Subichimi, its dōjutsu is hardly different…" Kazuki scanned through the Shinjutsu in his mind, then stretched out his hand once more toward the Susanoo War God and said in a steady voice: "Will you lend me your strength?"
At that moment, over one hundred thousand lives of the shinobi world nodded in perfect unison. The massive Susanoo War God dispersed, dissolving into a surge of pure chakra that poured into Kazuki's body.
Finally, at the center of Kazuki's chest, it condensed into a round orb, engraved at its core.
That orb held the collective consciousness, chakra, and life force of every being in the shinobi world. Through it, all of them shared Kazuki's vision, becoming a hidden reserve of power to fight alongside him!
[Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!]
A towering shockwave of a fist effortlessly shattered the cage of natural energy to pieces.
Myōshiki slowly rose into the air. His eyes swept over Kazuki from head to toe before he smiled faintly.
"Is that little trick finished? If it is… then it's time for you to meet your death."
His eyes, gleaming with otherworldly radiance, shifted as he spoke.
"I have already seen the hour of your death. Resist if you like—it will be meaningless."
In that moment, Myōshiki's chakra began to surge at a terrifying pace, climbing without the slightest bottleneck!
In the alternate dimension, Ryōshiki arched his brow as he watched this display.
"Oh? Myōshiki is getting serious. As for this one called Kazuki… he doesn't seem easy to deal with either."
"To only reveal himself at this point… as expected, he used those pawns to probe Myōshiki first. And even now he hasn't discarded their power, squeezing every last drop of use from this planet. Truly ruthless."
"But I wonder—are you really the so-called Uchiha Kazuki, or have you already become Lord Shibai?"
Ryōshiki looked on with eager anticipation at the clash between the two, calculations already running through his mind.
If Myōshiki won, then at the very instant Kazuki was about to be devoured, Ryōshiki would strike and steal the spoils.
If Kazuki somehow triumphed over Myōshiki, then Ryōshiki would seize the moment to ambush him, preventing Kazuki from absorbing Myōshiki and growing even stronger.
Only Ryōshiki was qualified to be the final victor.
In the end—
Like a fisherman watching tigers fight in the valley, Ryōshiki would always remain invincible.
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"…Is that so? Then how should I address you?" Kazuki asked, nodding thoughtfully as light flickered in his pupils in response to Myōshiki's arrogant tone.
"My name is Myōshiki," he declared with pride. "Aide to the leader of the Ōtsutsuki clan, the one destined to surpass all and lead my clan into transcendence—to become a god."
At that moment, his dōjutsu had already predicted every possible way Kazuki might respond once he launched his attack.
"So sharp, are you… Myōshiki?"
Kazuki chuckled, muttering to himself. "I don't know why, but your tone keeps reminding me of someone… a certain old acquaintance named Shimura Danzō. Why not drop the name Myōshiki and go by Ōtsutsuki Danzō instead?"
In such a solemn situation—
Kazuki had cracked a joke about Shimura Danzō, leaving the shinobi whose chakra had gathered into the orb at his chest stunned at first, then half-amused and half-exasperated.
Hey, but if you thought about it… there really was a resemblance!
Myōshiki might not have known what or who Shimura Danzō was—
But instinctively, he could tell the name was meant as an insult.
"Die!"
Myōshiki's body surged forward, his speed skyrocketing to its peak as his mind locked onto every possible evasive movement Kazuki might make. His palm, sharp as a blade, slashed straight toward Kazuki's chest!
Ryōshiki narrowed his eyes, focusing intently as he waited for Kazuki's counter…
Then suddenly, his pupils shrank!
For the first time, Ryōshiki, who had always believed he had a precise grasp of the situation, felt things slipping out of control.
Because—
Kazuki had moved as if he had foreseen Myōshiki's strike, seizing him by the throat in a single motion!
What was happening?
What was happening?!
...
No one had expected it—
Kazuki actually seized Myōshiki by the throat!
The decisiveness of his movement, the precision of his strike—so effortless, so clean—it was as if he were staging a one-sided, crushing performance…
"How is this possible? How could this be?!" Myōshiki stared at Kazuki, his breathing already strained, his eyes filled with disbelief.
His dōjutsu had already predicted every possible countermeasure Kazuki could take across countless futures. No matter what method, no matter what technique Kazuki tried to use, Myōshiki always had the perfect way to respond.
After he had devoured an excess of chakra fruits, reaching the limit of his own strength, his dōjutsu had never once failed against any opponent other than Ryōshiki!
Every time, it had flawlessly foreseen the enemy's moves, followed by a simple, inescapable killing blow. So how was Kazuki immune to his dōjutsu?!
"No wonder you are the Ōtsutsuki clan chief's right hand… your mastery over the body is truly extraordinary."
Kazuki's fingers tightened around Myōshiki's throat, a flash of cold light in his eyes.
But to crush Myōshiki's windpipe outright—it was not so simple.
In the next instant, Kazuki shifted his grip from palm to claw, raking down from Myōshiki's throat to his heart, leaving behind five deep, blood-red gashes!
At the same time, his fist erupted with explosive chakra, condensed into raw power, and he drove it mercilessly into the wound over Myōshiki's heart.
Myōshiki was hurled back in an instant! His body, tempered to the utmost, was turned into a spearhead by Kazuki's strike, tearing through space itself in his trajectory!
Pitch-black fissures split open, releasing violent torrents of distorted space—the very path along which Myōshiki had been blasted away!
The chaotic currents swallowed everything they touched. The immense suction alone made the shinobi assembled around the chakra sphere at Kazuki's chest go pale with shock.
Let alone fighting against Myōshiki—just the aftershock of that single punch would have been enough to annihilate them.
And at that moment—
Realizing just how terrifying Kazuki's strength truly was, the shinobi of the world unconsciously straightened their backs.
Because when Kazuki unleashed his power, every ninja had poured their chakra into him, taking part in this battle! By that reckoning, each and every one of them had helped strike down Myōshiki with their own hands…
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