Saitama appeared indifferent, as if he had already secured victory.
In truth, however, he remained mentally alert for any potential attacks from Shisui.
He hadn't forgotten about Shisui's Mangekyou Doujutsu!
Currently:
Kakashi lay unconscious—his condition unknown, unable to fight;
Obito sat paralyzed, critically injured and out of the battle;
Itachi Uchiha knelt on the ground, still trapped in the genjutsu Saitama reflected back at him, equally unfit to continue.
Therefore...
The only fighters left standing before Saitama were just two:
Shisui Uchiha and Might Guy.
However, neither of them was in peak condition either.
After being beaten mercilessly by Saitama, both bore various injuries.
Shisui stared at Saitama, his expression slowly turning complex.
Unless absolutely necessary, he would never activate the technique hidden within his eyes.
"Mind Alteration" sounded powerful—it was even more terrifying than imagined.
Would someone whose will had been altered still be the same person? Who could possibly answer that clearly?
Though Shisui himself maintained full control over the degree of alteration, once changed, there was no undoing it.
"Shisui, let me try again!"
Just as Shisui made his decision, Guy's voice rang out once more—low, yet surprisingly firm.
"Hmm? Guy, you..."
Surprised, Shisui glanced sideways and saw Guy straighten up, taking a determined step forward.
"I know this request might sound strange, and perhaps you yourself have a better way to deal with Saitama."
"But for me personally, I still want to challenge him."
"Otherwise, there'll always be a lingering regret haunting me!"
"Effort has always been the guiding principle of my life."
Guy fixed his gaze on Saitama across from him; his eye sockets darkened further, lines forming around his nose from straining his muscles.
His shoulders trembled slightly, like he was holding back some inner force.
"I see... Alright then."
Shisui looked toward the unmoving Saitama, then gave Guy a half-understanding nod.
The tomoe in his eyes gradually slowed down, the previously connected regions separating—clearly halting the activation of his doujutsu.
If Guy could defeat Saitama, that would be ideal—he wouldn't need to resort to using ninjutsu to forcibly change Saitama's will.
"Then... He's yours, Guy!"
Though unsure what trick Guy still had up his sleeve, Shisui chose to believe in him.
Guy had seen Saitama's strength firsthand and still decided to fight—that meant he still believed in himself.
Perhaps Guy really did have an ace hidden away!
"Good, no problem!"
Guy nodded, his eyes bloodshot, stepping forward several paces.
A faint haze began rising from his entire body, condensing upward into a thin blue aura surrounding him.
[Sixth Gate, View Gate]—OPEN!
As Guy came to a stop, his eyes locked sharply on Saitama across from him.
Placing both hands firmly at his sides, he activated the [Eight Gates] once more, opening the Sixth Gate.
A powerful aura continuously emanated from him. Even Saitama could feel the heat radiating off Guy.
It was scorching, like standing next to a blast furnace!
Thud! Stepping forward, Guy planted his foot on a stone.
The stone exploded into tiny shards, flying off in every direction.
Such overwhelming force from what seemed like an ordinary step—terrifying!
[The View Gate] marked a whole new level compared to the previous ones.
Guy could feel an explosive surge of energy coursing through his body, as if he had limitless stamina and strength.
Yet along with these gains, Guy also felt his physical endurance rapidly depleting.
This technique consumed both chakra and physical stamina.
He didn't have much time left. Prolonged use of [the View Gate] could lead to permanent bodily harm.
Therefore,
He resolved to bet everything and take down Saitama fast!
Saitama narrowed his eyes, observing Guy whose power had suddenly spiked.
There was a glint of interest in his eyes as he examined Guy closely.
From memories of a past life, Saitama recalled how Guy had once opened [the Wonder Gate]—the seventh of the Eight Gates—and utterly crushed Kisame Hoshigaki, the "Tailed Beast without a Tail," eventually capturing him to prevent intelligence leaks.
Perhaps the current Guy wasn't as strong yet, but even so, he remained formidable!
Besides, due to Saitama's existence, this world could no longer be understood by former standards.
What had transpired previously was merely a reference.
The only certainty was that Saitama, in his current state, believed he wouldn't lose to a Guy who had opened [the View Gate]!
Ninjutsu, Sharingan—they were things Guy could never match.
"Come on, Saitama! Let's continue! I bet my youth, my years of effort, our future!"
"No matter what ends, my youth and my efforts will never end! Never giving up—that is my *Ninja Way*!"
On Guy's face was the eagerness for battle, while the air swirling around him became terrifyingly intense.
Saitama knew those weren't chakra waves surrounding Guy; they were hot air produced by his body rapidly operating under the influence of the Eight Gates.
"Alright, I'll oblige you! Guy!"
Sage Chakra and lightning crackled all over Saitama.
He took one deliberate step forward, then another...
Not particularly fast, yet steady.
By the third step,
he had already vanished from Shisui's sight, prompting Shisui to tense up with widened eyes.
And in the blink of an eye, Guy vanished as well, matching Saitama move for move.
"Pow! Pow! Pow!"
Cracks tore through the air, mixed with sonic booms, while Shisui caught wind of Guy's fierce battle cry.
That electrifying roar of someone throwing every ounce of strength into the fight.
Activating his Sharingan and pushing [the Three-Tomoe] to its absolute limit, Shisui barely managed to catch sight of the two fighters.
The air kept exploding with sound, like an airplane roaring endlessly overhead.
Having opened [the View Gate], Guy grew stronger with each passing moment, rather than being suppressed by Saitama, who had entered Sage Mode.
After opening the [Gate of Prospect], Guy's body was once again enhanced multiple times over. His speed, strength, and reflexes all reached unprecedented heights in his life.
This was the strongest battle of his life so far—an all-out fight where he risked everything and gave his all in relentless effort.
Facing someone who had once been from the same village, he had no choice but to unleash his full power and give it his absolute best.
"Boom!" Saitama kicked Guy hard in the waist, narrowing his eyes slightly.
Yet Guy showed no reaction at all. He launched a counterattack immediately, seemingly unaffected by the blow.
"Clack!" Saitama blocked with both arms crossed tightly over his chest.
But in an instant, a leg wrapped in green trousers appeared right in front of him, striking down heavily onto his just-raised arms.
"Boom!" After the impact, both Saitama and Guy flew backward.
Feet touching the ground, they stuck like suction cups to the surface beneath them.
However, the overwhelming and unstoppable force made them slide backward like out-of-control cars—despite having slammed on the brakes, their inertia kept them sliding across the road.
"Zrrrrap!" A flash of lightning danced briefly across Saitama's right hand as he lowered his stance, driving one arm into the ground to finally halt his backward skid.
"Huff…huff!"
Meanwhile, Guy crouched low too, breathing hot bursts from his mouth while his chest rose and fell rapidly.
Saitama's strength truly exceeded his expectations.
Even after unlocking the Sixth Gate, he still couldn't dominate this opponent.
In fact, deep down, he felt Saitama hadn't unleashed his full potential yet—fighting him felt almost effortless!
His eyes burning red, Guy's mind weighed the advantages and disadvantages carefully.
He wasn't just some brute fighter focused solely on combat.
As a master of Taijutsu, he understood that enemies often used various tactics specifically designed to counter opponents relying only on physical skills.
Therefore, despite how foolishly he might appear on the outside, every single battle brought continuous strategic thinking about how best to handle his foe.
Though he lacked Kakashi's or Itachi's natural gifts, his tactical mindset as a ninja still commanded respect.
"I'll try that move then!"
Looking ahead, Guy noticed Saitama seemed to be in excellent condition. So he decided to use his ultimate technique.
Then, tightening every muscle across his entire body, he prepared to unleash his personal style of Ninjutsu based entirely on physical prowess.
A Ninjutsu born purely from mastery of Taijutsu.
This was something Guy himself created through his rigorous training of [Eight Gates]—an ability no one had seen yet.
Even Kakashi, his closest comrade like a real brother, hadn't witnessed it firsthand.
"Trying to use a Ninjutsu technique now?"
Saitama focused intently, his eyes glowing with an unusual light.
Ancient and intricate patterns flickered within his eyes—a mesmerizing yet sinister display, cold and merciless.
Those eyes reflected exactly what Saitama felt inside—his heart laid bare.
This was the Eye Reflecting the Soul!
Actually, Saitama had an even faster way to end this.
He could directly activate the Mangekyou Sharingan ability hidden within his left eye—the eternal black flame known as Amaterasu!
However...
He didn't choose to do so.
Why? Because Saitama respected Guy—or perhaps it was just a final sliver of inner restraint lingering inside him!
He would kill anyone who dared stand between him and his ultimate goal—but not without restraint.
Take Guy for example — Saitama wanted to kill him.
Because a powerful Guy would pose a major threat to his future goals.
Even so, Saitama still wouldn't choose [Amaterasu], instead preferring to defeat him head-on, step by step, claiming his victory!
Natural energy from the natural world once again spiraled into Saitama's body,
supplementing what had been consumed during their previous battle.
This Natural Energy mixed with his chakra, undergoing transformation and fusion,
eventually becoming the Sage Chakra Saitama needed.
This was Guy's battle — perhaps the final one he would ever fight.
Because if Saitama emerged victorious here,
including Shisui and Itachi, everyone else would die.
To achieve his ultimate goal, sacrifice was inevitable.
Some might find this hard to accept, but that was just how things were.
These people were merely obstacles on Saitama's path forward. Without them, maybe Saitama's road ahead would be smoother and more comfortable.
"Heh..."
Guy's aura surged again, sweat continuously evaporating from his body, forming something similar to a chakra cloak.
"No matter how painful or heartbreaking it may be... you must protect what truly matters with all your strength, even if it costs your life! That way, even in death, you'll leave behind proof that you lived as a real man!"
With wide eyes, Guy roared as steam-like aura suddenly expanded behind him.
"Da!" He threw a punch toward Saitama, releasing an invisible air current from his fist.
But with over ten meters between them, the attack didn't even make Saitama flinch.
"Hm?"
That familiar starting move!
Saitama narrowed his eyes, recalling one of Guy's jutsu.
"Only sweat will never betray my day and night efforts!"
"Here goes, Uchiha... Saitama!"
"With my own Ninjutsu, I'll pierce through your heart that has already strayed into darkness!"
Roaring fiercely, Guy began rapidly throwing punches straight at Saitama.
Within less than a second, his fists accelerated dramatically, increasing several levels in speed, while a fiery red color appeared along his knuckles.
These flames burned ever stronger, quickly becoming impossible to ignore.
Radiating dazzling light through the air.
This was an offensive technique created through complex manipulation — high-speed punches rubbing against the air.
"Yahhh!"
His brow furrowed into a deep "V"-shaped crease, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
He kept throwing relentless punches toward Saitama.
These straight punches moved at incredible speed, generating more intense friction with the air, creating increasingly powerful, undeniable flames.
[Morning Peacock]!
When everything reached its peak, Guy's eyes turned even redder, visible veins bulging across his exposed skin.
"Boom!" As Guy roared out.
The Ninjutsu finally revealed its true form.
Like a blazing peacock fanning its fiery feathers, red flames surged forward, carried by the air currents created from Guy's punches, rushing toward Saitama with a shriek.
The heat was off the charts, and the flames stretched endlessly.
"Hmph..."
Saitama looked at Guy, a smirk forming on his lips.
He recognized the technique instantly.
Guy had once used it to evaporate an entire lake created by Kisame, completely overwhelming him.
So, these seemingly ordinary flames were actually incredibly powerful—no, terrifying in their destructive force.
But the flames weren't the only way this jutsu attacked.
The wind created by Guy's punches was also part of the technique, hidden within the fire itself, blending seamlessly into it.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Guy kept throwing punch after punch. [Morning Peacock] continued erupting without pause.
"This... the heat and speed are unbelievable!"
Shisui had agreed to Guy's request and remained at a safe distance, retreating to the sidelines.
Right now, he stared at the sea of red before Guy—an ocean of flame like a merciless beast, ready to swallow Saitama who stood rooted in place with no sign of defense.
Such heat and velocity—it sent a shiver through Shisui's heart, a deep sense of fear.
Never would he have guessed that Guy, someone not known for using ninjutsu, could unleash something this devastating.
It was just too powerful! That was what Shisui thought.
The wind swirled, lifting strands of Shisui's hair and fluttering the hem of his cloak.
The three Tomoe within his eyes rotated ceaselessly, consuming his dojutsu chakra rapidly.
Soon, the patterns inside his eyes began shifting.
They transformed into a more complex design—
the unique pattern of Shisui's Mangekyo Sharingan.
A dojutsu often carried a mysterious and eerie allure, beyond comprehension.
Shisui's eyes were no different.
Fixing his gaze firmly on Saitama, Shisui understood the mystery of the Mangekyo.
Since his own eyes possessed such miraculous power, surely Saitama's did as well.
If he wasn't mistaken, Saitama had already used one of them before.
In his clan's records, there was mention of a black flame known as [Amaterasu], an unyielding dojutsu that burned with relentless power.
As for the other dojutsu techniques, Saitama hadn't yet displayed them.
And right now, Shisui activated his Mangekyo specifically to guard against whatever techniques Saitama might possess.
Only eyes—and dojutsu power—of equal strength could counter Saitama's ninjutsu, avoiding being deceived by his illusions!
"Come on! Come on! Show me what else you're hiding!"
Inside his mind, Shisui muttered those words over and over, never once taking his eyes off Saitama.
There he stood—calm and unmoved—facing down a raging wall of fire!
How would Saitama respond to Guy's overwhelming assault? Would he use the power of the Mangekyo, or something else?
This was the question swirling in Shisui's mind—one he desperately wanted answered.
Saitama always surprised them, just like when they were kids—before he even knew what was happening, he had awakened his eyes.
"Hehe… truly spectacular!"
As Saitama watched [Morning Peacock]—Guy's devastating fusion of taijutsu and ninjutsu that had once defeated Kisame—he smiled gently, almost like a proud mentor witnessing a student's triumph.
Today's battle had been nothing short of exhilarating—a real all-out brawl like none he'd had in ages.
This was the first time he had used [Sage Art] directly in battle since mastering it.
Feeling the power within his eyes.
More than enough!
Saitama had plenty of ways to counter Guy's ninjutsu head-on.
For example, Saitama's [Susanoo], or even the [Snake Sage Art]'s [Inorganic Reincarnation] technique.
Both should have been capable of directly withstanding that [Morning Peacock] ninjutsu.
Yet, Saitama chose another path.
An untested technique drawn from memories of his past life.
"Zzzt!" Sudden bursts of electric shock appeared. Enhanced by Sage Chakra, the lightning took on a pure white appearance.
This was nothing like the fluid currents of [Storm Release].
They shared only a similar hue; beyond that, the nature of their chakra was strikingly different.
"Crackle! Snap!" The sound grew louder and louder as white surges of electricity gathered and clashed around Saitama's body.
"Boom!" Within less than a second, a ring of white electricity rapidly condensed and expanded around him.
It exploded outward, forming a massive dragon head.
The dragon head was incredibly detailed—with sharp horns, long whiskers, and fierce fangs—every part was vividly lifelike.
As soon as the dragon head appeared, it let out a furious roar toward the incoming flames.
"This move came from a recent flash of inspiration. Originally, I hadn't decided when I would perfect it, but today feels right."
Saitama's voice was cold—like an emotionless killer presenting his weapon.
Not to impress you—just so you know what ended you.
"It's called: [Sage Art - Thunder Dragon Roar]!"
As he spoke the name, Saitama's voice suddenly surged, while even more violent surges of electricity poured wildly from his body into the dragon head.
"Roar!"
The dragon head expanded once again, its body extending further behind Saitama. Its scales and veins became clearly visible, translucent and sparkling!
"Tch! Such momentum..."
Shisui narrowed his eyes upon seeing the ninjutsu Saitama had just unleashed.
A chill ran down his spine.
Although Guy's [Morning Peacock] was extremely powerful, the [Sage Art - Thunder Dragon Roar] Saitama just displayed now seemed even stronger.
Even the ripples transmitted through the air alone made him feel terribly uneasy, goosebumps rising all over his skin.
At this moment, Saitama looked like a divine being encircled by a thunderous dragon of lightning, countless arcs of lightning striking fiercely around him, leaving countless craters in the ground.
Guy didn't stop moving his hands—he accelerated even faster and harder.
There was absolutely no room for hesitation now.
"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!"
Each punch came with a roar, his eyes burning red, his face flushed dark purple from the strain.
Crackling explosions filled the air as the [Morning Peacock] flames surged forward, blazing hotter and thicker!
"Go forth! Tear everything apart!"
Saitama's heart pounded rapidly as he guided the lightning dragon formed from Sage Chakra toward the endless rain of fire hurtling down from Guy's fists.
This was a clash of Sage Arts and ultimate Taijutsu—a true battle!
"Roar!"
The lightning dragon roared, opening its massive jaws to reveal razor-sharp fangs...
"Damn it!"
Shisui's Sharingan caught something Might Guy couldn't see. Inwardly, he cursed, *'Not good.'*
...
This was the battlefield where Orochimaru and Jiraiya faced off.
Countless craters scarred the land—evidence of the brutal combat that had taken place.
High in the air, Orochimaru stood atop Manda's head while Jiraiya stood on Gamabunta's, locked in confrontation.
At this moment, Orochimaru bore numerous wounds across his body, and Jiraiya also carried several injuries of varying severity.
Orochimaru's wounds were inflicted by Jiraiya's unique hair techniques, while Jiraiya's injuries came from Orochimaru's newly acquired **Kusanagi Sword**.
Manda glared with fierce snake eyes at his hated enemy—the pipe-smoking swordsman standing opposite.
A distant noise drifted over from Saitama's direction, prompting Orochimaru's lips to curl upward.
"Don't you worry about those Konoha brats? Saitama isn't the same as before!"
Orochimaru used this moment to catch his breath while baiting Jiraiya with words.
They were dead even—neither could gain the upper hand.
Their deep understanding of each other made their fight seamless, yet neither could overpower the other.
"Hmph. I have full confidence in them! If anyone should be worrying, it's *you*—I'd be more concerned about how long Saitama lasts than those kids!"
Jiraiya didn't believe Kakashi and the others would fall easily to Saitama.
Even for himself, without using Sage Art, beating those young ninjas might be impossible.
He'd never fought Saitama before, but he refused to accept that Saitama's recent surge in power had surpassed his own.
Only a few years had passed. Considering Saitama's age, there's no way his strength just skyrocketed like that!
"Hmm..."
Orochimaru ran his tongue across his lips, flicking it out like a snake tasting the air.
With purple markings around his eyes and golden, slit-like pupils, he looked more like a demon than a man.
"If that's how it is, then I'll just kill you now—so you won't keep bothering me again! You idiot Jiraiya!"
Orochimaru lunged forward suddenly, launching an aggressive strike.
"Fine by me—let me break your limbs first, then drag you back! You bastard Orochimaru!"
Jiraiya spat out the words, glaring at his old foe with pure hatred.
"Great! I'm looking forward to it!"
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