Chiga looked at Sasuke's Three-Tomoe Sharingan and said calmly,
"You've awakened the Three-Tomoe at this age? Impressive."
Sasuke narrowed his eyes. Though the words seemed like praise, he could hear the disdain behind them.
"Who exactly are you?" he asked coldly.
Chiga didn't answer directly. Instead, he muttered to himself,
"Looks like Itachi was successfully manipulated by the Third Hokage and the others... Hmph. Every one of them, stubborn to the core."
The moment Sasuke heard Itachi, his expression changed. His emotions surged, and his voice rose sharply.
"What did you say!? You know Itachi!?"
"Of course I know him," Chiga replied, smirking slightly. "He's an excellent junior."
He then glanced at Sasuke deliberately and added with a shake of his head,
"Far more exceptional than you."
Sasuke bristled. Killing Itachi had become his life's purpose. Hearing someone speak of him so highly—and call Sasuke inferior—was intolerable.
In a flash of rage, his Kusanagi sword lit up with vibrant lightning as he charged forward with full force.
Naruto instinctively moved to stop him, but froze as he saw a long blade materialize in Chiga's hand, glowing faintly with a mysterious purple hue.
With a swift motion, Chiga met Sasuke's strike head-on. A sharp crack rang out—Sasuke's Kusanagi snapped in two, the tip embedding itself in the ground.
Sasuke staggered backward in shock, quickly widening the distance.
He stared at the broken blade in disbelief.
Chiga casually spun his own weapon and remarked,
"Your sword's quality is disappointing."
Sasuke gritted his teeth. That weapon was no ordinary blade—it was one of the three legendary Kusanagi swords, the Tenburi Sword. Incredibly durable, capable of channeling Chakra—it had never failed him before.
Now it lay broken.
He gazed at Chiga's blade, sensing an overwhelming chill emanating from it—a presence he could only describe as Oni Ki.
Casting his shattered sword aside, Sasuke asked grimly,
"What's the name of that sword?"
Chiga held the weapon upright and looked at it solemnly.
"This is one of the Twelve Supreme Grade Swords," he said. "The First Generation Kitetsu."
It had once been entrusted to Chiga by the Kimono Five Elders before their deaths. He had been instructed to pass it to Hawkeye Mihawk.
During the coronation ceremony, Mihawk had arrived at Navy Headquarters. Chiga kept his promise and offered the Kitetsu to him, relaying the elders' final wish.
After a long silence, Mihawk stared at the blade, bowed slightly, and said,
"I see. Thank you for freeing him. But this sword is your rightful spoil. It belongs to you now."
He then turned without another word, carrying the ice coffin that held the elders' bodies. As he departed, Chiga noticed tears silently tracing down the world's greatest swordsman's face.
Recalling the moment, Chiga sighed quietly.
Sasuke, on the other hand, was still stunned. He had never even heard of the Twelve Supreme Grade Swords.
Chiga said nothing further. Right before Sasuke, he opened a rift using Space-Time Ninjutsu and stored the Kitetsu within.
Naruto watched, his admiration growing. So that was the origin of Chiga's sword...
Suddenly, Sasuke's eyes widened in alarm.
"This is... Space-Time Ninjutsu!?"
Then his expression turned dark.
"Why are you putting your weapon away? You looking down on me?"
Chiga crossed his arms, unfazed.
"To deal with you? I don't even need my hands."
"Nani!?"
Sasuke trembled with fury but quickly masked it with a calm, confident smile.
That smile—it was the kind that spelled chaos.
In the Uchiha clan, when Sasuke smiles, life and death blur—but often his own.
Fixing his Sharingan on Chiga, he declared,
"You said you wouldn't use your hands? Then I won't use mine either. I'll show you the power of the Uchiha clan's Sharingan!"
Chiga didn't react.
But Naruto's face twitched at Sasuke's bold claim. He knew Chiga possessed the Mangekyō Sharingan—and Sasuke dared to challenge him with only his Three-Tomoe?
Naruto wanted to laugh.
Unaware, Sasuke locked eyes with Chiga, channeling Genjutsu—but nothing happened.
No response. No illusion. Chiga just looked at him, unimpressed.
Sasuke blinked repeatedly, trying to reassert the jutsu, but still—nothing.
"How is this possible...?" he muttered in disbelief. "My Genjutsu... it's not working?"
Wrapped around Chiga's waist, Orochimaru lifted his snake head, staring at Sasuke with pity.
Genjutsu with a Three-Tomoe? Even Itachi wouldn't stand a chance!
After all, Chiga possessed something far beyond that—he was the wielder of the Rinnegan, and Orochimaru had witnessed the awakening himself.
Chiga observed Sasuke's growing confusion and asked coolly,
"With those eyes, how far do you think you can see?"
Sasuke froze. Then he looked up again—and what he saw shook him to the core.
Chiga's eyes displayed a flower-like pattern, deep and mesmerizing.
No doubt about it.
They were Mangekyō Sharingan.
But there was more—an ocean of pupil power behind them. Far beyond even what Itachi had shown.
Sasuke was stunned.
What he didn't know was that these were not ordinary Mangekyō—they were the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, a power that never faded, a symbol of the Uchiha clan's pinnacle.
A symbol of blooming eternity—an eye of overwhelming force.
He stared blankly into Chiga's gaze, his mind emptied by the sheer pressure.
Chiga raised a brow slightly, amused.
Scared stiff already? He was a lot braver in the anime when facing Itachi...
But even Chiga had underestimated the power of his Eternal Mangekyō when used against an ordinary Sharingan.
After all, he had awakened the Twelve-Tomoe Rinnegan. His ocular prowess was unmatched.
This wasn't just a battle of power—it was a chasm of dimensions.
Sasuke had no chance.
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I've been thinking.... should I change his name?
From 'Chiga'