"Honey!"
Minato's long-absent firm attitude made a flash of girlish surprise cross Kushina's face. Though she wanted to fight alongside him—seeing her beloved's determination—she chose to obediently listen. After reminding him to be careful—she retreated to the rear.
Szzzt.
Golden eye shadow and toad horizontal pupils appeared on Minato's face. The distinctive markings of Mount Myōboku's Sage Mode.
"!" Sensing the change in Minato's aura—Urashiki's Byakugan immediately switched to deep blue no-tomoe Rinnegan.
—Kuebiko.
The next second—the corners of his mouth turned up. His body swayed lightly. Avoiding the surprise attack of Minato's Sage Art: Rasengan.
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
Urashiki's body moved like a loach. His movements weren't particularly fast. But they were clean and efficient. Each time he avoided Minato's attacks with perfect timing. While dodging—he said with ease. "Minato Namikaze—in the intelligence I've collected—you're called the Yellow Flash. Possessing reflexes 60,000 times beyond human limits. But my Kuebiko is your natural enemy."
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
After several more attacks missed—Minato used Flying Thunder God to flash back to his original position. His thoughts racing.
I see. This is one of the pupil powers of Urashiki's blue Rinnegan that Naruto mentioned—Kuebiko can see several seconds into the future. And trace back the extended future. Actually experiencing it dozens of times to find the most optimized defensive position. Indeed—no matter how fast the reflexes—they're meaningless against him.
"Haha—accept fear's dominion!"
Urashiki laughed sinisterly. Raising the red light fishing rod in his hand.
Whoosh.
Minato's gaze sharpened. As he flashed back to his original position with Flying Thunder God.
"I've already seen through it!"
Urashiki swung his fishing rod.
—Amenosubaruboshinomikoto.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
Dozens of red light fishhooks shot toward where Minato stood.
But even with his movements seen through—Minato's terrifyingly fast reflexes still let him instinctively react. And avoid the hooks.
Urashiki looked at the hooks scattered on the ground. And clicked his tongue. "Tch—slippery as hell. Like a loach."
Kushina said angrily, "My Minato is NOT a loach, dattebane!"
Minato said, "It seems that unlike defense—when actively attacking—even if you've seen through the movements—you still can't achieve 100% accuracy due to physical limitations."
"Hmph." Urashiki: "So what? You need to keep your nerves constantly tense. While I can wait at ease. When you show an opening—I'll finish you in one strike."
"Is that so."
Szzzt. Minato's gaze darkened.
Rustle.
He unfurled a scroll. Hundreds of Flying Thunder God kunai already marked with his ocular power shot forward.
Szzzt.
Minato's right eye suddenly glowed red. Transforming into the Mangekyō Sharingan cloned from Uchiha Shin.
Under the pupil power's control—a hundred Flying Thunder God kunai circled around Urashiki. Rotating at high speed in irregular patterns.
"How about this!"
—My Style: Cloth Blade Gale Spinning Wheel Dance Flying Thunder God Flash Strike: One Hundred Forms!
"Hmm!?" Urashiki's brow furrowed sharply.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh.
Among the chaotically spinning kunai—Minato's figure flickered uncertainly. In a flash he closed in. Flicked his wrist. And a blade was in his hand. What kind of blade? Three feet three inches long. Truth-Seeking Ball material. A pitch-black killing sword.
Slash.
In the blink of an eye—Minato's killing sword had already swept across Urashiki's neck.
His head—big as a bushel—fell to the ground. He'd been instantly killed on the spot.
Repeated dozens of times. With absolutely no room to maneuver.
This was what Urashiki saw with Kuebiko. His own death.
So without any hesitation—Urashiki decisively activated his life-saving pupil technique.
—Homusubichikugusafukiaezu.
Whoosh.
Almost the instant the black blade swept past—Urashiki disappeared from his spot. Leaving behind a red light paper crane.
Slash. Minato cleanly withdrew his move. Murmuring. "He still escaped. He saw the future several seconds ahead. Concluded his certain death. And used this technique to flee the moment I attacked."
Whoosh.
The blade retracted. Transforming back into a lively Truth-Seeking Ball. It said in a childish voice. "Grandpa—don't be discouraged. You'll definitely get him next time."
Minato smiled. "Jūichirō—you're such a good child."
Uzumaki Jūichirō. A killing weapon custom-made by Naruto for Minato. It was both a treasure and a grandson. Collectively called precious grandson.
Over the past ten years—Minato had repeatedly pondered one question. As an ordinary ninja without special talents—how could he compete with monsters?
In chakra quantity—he could never match Naruto. In attack and defense—he couldn't beat the galaxy of talent among the Senju and Uchiha.
What was his advantage? That's right. Speed.
How to maximize the advantage of speed?
That would be—one-hit kill.
Using speed beyond the opponent's reaction. Paired with a killing weapon. Strike vital points first. That way—as long as he didn't face a true immortal—he had a fighting chance.
This wasn't just theory.
In private sparring among the Celestial Shinobi—except when facing Naruto with his absolute power. And Obito with his absurdly broken abilities.
Even against first-rate masters like Madara, Hashirama, and Sasuke—though he couldn't achieve total victory—out of ten matches—Minato could win three or four by striking first.
The Celestial Shinobi rankings didn't represent inevitable outcomes in combat. Only relative odds of winning. In actual combat—anything could happen.
Kushina walked over. "Honey—we should immediately go notify Naruto and the others!"
Minato said, "No. Once we let Urashiki escape—we'll be at a disadvantage. More importantly—if the Ōtsutsuki clan learns that Naruto returned from the future through Urashiki—the consequences for Naruto and the shinobi world will be immeasurable. So we must kill him!"
Minato bent down to pick up the red light paper crane. His eyes flowing with determination. "This technique—Homusubichikugusafukiaezu—can teleport about a thousand miles. That's already beyond Sage Mode's sensing range. But whether it's a thousand miles or ten thousand miles—he can't escape."
In mastery of Flying Thunder God—Minato had completely surpassed its creator—Senju Tobirama.
No marking needed. As long as he made contact with the opponent's chakra—he could instantly reach the target's side.
Unmatched throughout history. Flying Thunder God: Third Stage.
Whoosh.
Having escaped to outer space—Urashiki was about to consider his next move. When his eyes suddenly observed an unbelievable future several seconds ahead. He abruptly swung the fishing rod in his hand.
Clang.
After a ringing clash—two figures each retreated.
Urashiki and Minato faced off in the starry void.
"You really gave me a fright. Besides Lord Ryūshiki—you're the first to catch up to this technique." After his shock—the corners of Urashiki's mouth curved into a sinister arc. "However—in this region far from the planet—as an inferior creature—you cannot breathe. What you're doing is completely suicidal."
—Amenosubaruboshinomikoto.
Whoosh.
Looking at the rain of red fishhooks coming at him—Minato's face was tense. The pain of suffocation prevented him from circulating his chakra at full power.
Whoosh. Whoosh.
But just then—a white space gate suddenly opened in the void ahead.
—Eight Trigrams Vacuum Palm!
Clang clang clang.
The Vacuum Palms unleashed jointly by Hinata and Neji deflected the fishhooks.
Ōtsutsuki Urashiki's expression changed drastically. "You—how could you...!"
Ignoring Urashiki—Hinata handed the living mask Hannya to Minato. After Minato put it on—he asked. "What happened!"
Hinata was concise. "Madara disappeared. Naruto-kun and the others went to Yomi and can't get away right now. Momoshiki and Kinshiki appeared at the Grand Martial Arts Tournament venue. The Five Kage are dealing with them. Shikaku-san deduced that Urashiki might appear on the moon. So we came."
Minato said gravely, "I see. We can't let Urashiki escape. He knows Naruto's secret."
Hyūga Neji: "We think the same."
As his words fell—the white Kāma in his right palm emitted white patterns. That spread across his entire body. After covering him—Ōtsutsuki horns grew from Neji's head.
Urashiki exclaimed in shock. "This guy... is Isshiki's vessel!"
Szzzt. Almost without hesitation—Urashiki's eyes turned dark red six-tomoe Rinnegan. Yomotsu Hirasaka opened behind him.
"Where do you think you're running."
Szzzt. Neji's right eye displayed a rice grain pattern. Focusing ahead.
—Sukunahikona.
Whoosh.
Yomotsu Hirasaka was immediately shrunk. Urashiki's escape route was cut off.
Szzzt. Hinata's eyes turned flowing gold. Simultaneously—golden chakra enveloped her entire body.
—Tenseigan Chakra Mode.
Hinata raised her palm. Dozens of derived Truth-Seeking Balls arranged themselves in the starry void. Following Hinata's extended palm—they all transformed into silver light rings. Dozens of Silver Wheel Reincarnation Explosion whirlwinds howled down.
—Silver Wheel Reincarnation Multiple Explosion.
"GYAAAAAAHHHHH!"
With nowhere to escape—Urashiki was swept up by the violently arriving Silver Wheel whirlwinds. And hurled toward the moon in the background.
Boom.
After the whirlwind subsided—among hundreds of scattered craters—Urashiki—barely clinging to life—said unwillingly. "How could... it turn out like this!"
Though he couldn't accept it—he knew deeply that if he didn't go all-in now—he would surely die.
"Hahahaha—good—well done."
The red light fishing rod in his hand transformed into red liquid. Which he voraciously swallowed. Then came the red light fish basket at his waist.
"Not enough—not enough!"
He shouted like a madman. Reaching his hands toward his face. About to gouge out his own Rinnegan.
In the previous world—when cornered—Urashiki had swallowed his own eyes. And transformed into his crane form. Pushing Boruto, Sasuke, and Jiraiya to the brink.
But now—with three Celestial Shinobi working together—even if Urashiki transformed—what was there to fear?
No fear. But no need.
Slash.
A golden flash. Then a black blade swept past.
Slash. Slash.
Urashiki's hands reaching toward his eye sockets were severed together.
Neji's right eye focused.
—Daikokuten.
Slash.
A spike viciously pinned Urashiki to the ground.
Hinata extended her palm through the air.
—Tenseigan: Directional Gravity.
Rip. Rip.
Urashiki's eyes were directly sucked out from their sockets.
"GYAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
Ōtsutsuki Urashiki let out a scream so miserable it could pierce the liver and move the hardest heart.
In the alternate dimension.
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
With a series of earth-shaking roars—the battle's dust settled.
Kinshiki lay on his back on the earth with all four limbs severed. Barely clinging to life. No longer having the strength to resist.
The battle-worn Five Kage landed around him. Full of exhaustion.
"Phew—this way—we can finally report back."
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