The air shifted with a tension that none present had ever felt before.
For so long, Indra had battled with calmness, almost as though everything had been a game to him.
His sharp eyes had mocked Kakashi, brushed aside the Third Hokage's elemental storms, and now stood face to face with Might Guy's fiery spirit.
Yet, in the instant when Guy prepared to open the final, forbidden gate, Indra's demeanor changed.
His Eternal Sharingan glowed with a sudden, deadly seriousness. Without hesitation—without even a moment's thought—his figure blurred.
He vanished from Guy's sight entirely, sprinting far away at such speed that dust and broken earth followed like an explosion.
Everyone was stunned.
ANBU members exchanged alarmed glances, unable to understand why Indra, who had been so fearless until now, would suddenly retreat.
Kakashi's single Sharingan widened in disbelief, his breath catching in his throat. Even the Third Hokage froze for a heartbeat, his analytical mind reeling.
Might Guy, however, was the most shocked. His body, already glowing with the life-cracking force of the Seventh Gate, trembled at the sudden absence of his opponent.
His fist, locked mid-air in anticipation of a clash, sliced through nothing but empty space. "What—!?" he exclaimed, his voice full of both confusion and frustration.
But the answer came swiftly.
Indra's true destination was not distance nor escape. It was Danzō.
In a blink, the young Uchiha appeared at the elder's side like a storm given form.
Before Danzō could react, before his schemes and calculating mind could summon a defense, Indra's hand struck with the precision of a hawk diving upon prey.
With brutal force, he ripped the eye of Shisui Uchiha straight from Danzō's head.
A scream erupted, raw and animalistic, tearing through Danzō's throat like the wail of a dying dog.
His hands clawed at his face, blood streaming from the ruined socket, while his body twisted in agony.
The man who had always portrayed himself as cold, ruthless, untouchable—was now reduced to a pitiful, writhing figure.
The effect on the crowd was instant and electric.
Uchiha clan members, gathered in increasing numbers, felt their hands tighten into fists. Their veins bulged, their nails dug into palms, and their Sharingan spun with killing intent.
Their eyes locked on the grotesque sight of Danzō's exposed arm—an arm embedded with stolen Sharingan eyes. The secret was out. The truth of his sins, laid bare before the village.
Rage, sorrow, and guilt churned in their hearts. Many silently cursed themselves, wishing they had killed Danzō long ago, before Shisui's eye had ever been taken.
Their faces twisted with fury, and their chakra stirred with such venom that even the ANBU felt threatened by the sheer hostility.
Even Itachi, usually composed to a fault, felt his stomach tighten and his lips part in shock.
His own Mangekyō spun quietly, his mind pulled between horror and grim acknowledgment. For once, the stoic prodigy betrayed visible anger.
Kakashi too was struck speechless. His single eye, widened beneath his hitai-ate, flickered from the pitiful Danzō to the grinning Indra.
This boy—this young Uchiha—had torn down in seconds what the entire political machinery of Konoha had hidden for years.
Indra's lips curled into a wicked grin. He turned back toward the battlefield, his voice carrying across the air. "Guy-sensei… now, let's finish this."
The declaration rang like a war-drum.
Guy said nothing at first. His eyes, burning with youth's eternal fire, locked on Indra with newfound clarity.
His body quivered under the strain, his muscles threatening to tear, but his spirit surged forward without fear.
"Today," Guy finally roared, his voice loud enough to shake the hearts of all present, "I will definitely take you with me, Indra. Be prepared to die!"
The ground itself trembled as his aura burst outward. Cracks spread like spiderwebs from beneath his feet.
Kakashi, watching his lifelong friend endure pain beyond human tolerance, felt his chest tighten with unbearable weight.
Tears welled in his visible eye, sliding down his cheek despite his best efforts to remain composed. "Guy…" he whispered hoarsely.
Guy, noticing the sorrow in Kakashi's eye, forced himself to smile.
Despite the agony twisting his body, despite the fractures forming within his flesh as the final gate approached, he smiled. "Kakashi," he called out, his voice both pained and strong, "this was… originally prepared for you.
Forgive me, my friend. It seems I won't be able to fight that youthful battle with you after all."
The words struck Kakashi like a kunai to the heart. He bowed his head, his tears dripping onto the dust-stained ground.
Meanwhile, Guy's body ignited with an aura so fierce that the very atmosphere warped. Red steam erupted from his pores.
His skin cracked as though burning from within, and every movement shook the land with the intensity of an earthquake.
The Third Hokage, his robes tattered and his body battered, felt a surge of fleeting hope. His old, weary heart pounded in his chest. "At last," he muttered under his breath, his eyes gleaming. "At least now… Indra might fall."
The ANBU surrounding him echoed the sentiment in their hearts. For the first time, relief sparked in their weary gazes.
But the Uchiha clan stood differently. Their faces were pale, their lips pressed tight in grim worry.
If Indra fell here, their fragile chance for vengeance and survival would vanish in the same breath. They could not—would not—see him die.
Among them, Kurenai's body trembled with fear. Her red eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she imagined losing Indra.
Samui's lips pressed tight, her fists clenched at her sides, while Uzuki Yugao's knuckles turned white around the hilt of her blade.
Even far away, Kushina Uzumaki felt her heart pound in dread. She whispered desperately into the silence of her home, "Indra… please win. Please don't leave me."
Yet Indra, in the center of it all, was smiling.
His lips curled upward in genuine delight. His Sharingan glowed crimson, then twisted, reshaping into the eternal, intricate design of his Eternal Mangekyō.
Power erupted from him in waves that forced even the ANBU to shield their eyes.
A cold sweat broke across the Third Hokage's brow. His instincts, honed across decades of battle, screamed at him. Even his brilliant mind struggled to grasp the sheer weight of the chakra being released.
And then came the Susanoo.
At first, it rose only five meters tall—a towering crimson guardian wielding spectral power. Then it grew, doubling, swelling, its armor thickening, its eyes glowing with blood-red fury. Twenty meters. Fifty meters. One hundred.
The earth cracked beneath its weight. Shadows swallowed the battlefield as the behemoth climbed higher still. One hundred became two hundred, then three, four… until at last, a titanic colossus stood five hundred meters tall, blotting out the very sky.
Its six arms stretched wide, each hand gripping a weapon forged from raw chakra: the Kusanagi sword, a jagged blade of pure lightning, a spiked mace, a massive shield, a longbow, and a divine staff.
Its face glared with the fury of an ancient war god, crimson flames licking across its armor.
Indra stood calmly within its forehead, like a commander enthroned above a battlefield.
The villagers, peeking from far away, screamed in terror at the sight. ANBU froze in horror, their training quivering before the impossible scale.
The Third Hokage's jaw tightened, his eyes wide as he whispered, "A Susanoo… this size… impossible."
Danzo, clutching the ruined socket where Shisui's eye had been, trembled with a mix of fury and fear. Even he could not disguise the despair filling his chest.
Hiashi Hyūga, standing within the Hyūga compound, felt his breath hitch. His Byakugan trembled as it gazed upon the storm of chakra surrounding Indra. "Truly," he whispered to himself, "my decision was right. Betting on him… was the only path forward."
Beside him, little Hinata stared upward, her mouth open in wonder and fear. Her small voice escaped her lips, "So… so big…"
And then Might Guy, body cracked and bleeding, roared.
The Death Gate opened.
His aura blazed like a dying sun, and the earth screamed beneath his step. With a sound like thunder tearing the heavens, he launched himself forward.
His body, though small compared to the titanic Susanoo, carried the destructive force of a thousand storms.
Indra's Mangekyō flared. His voice carried across the battlefield, calm yet echoing with divine power. "[Amenominaka: Desire Path]," he intoned.
Space itself warped. The battlefield bent and twisted as though reality itself obeyed his command. His body flickered in and out of existence, untouchable by physical force for the next ten minutes.
And then, the clash began.
Guy's first strike cracked the Susanoo apart, shattering its chest into fragments of glowing crimson. The ground split into canyons beneath the sheer impact. Cheers erupted from the ANBU and the Third Hokage, hope surging through their battered spirits. "He did it!" one cried.
But in the same instant, the colossus reformed. Crimson chakra surged, armor snapping back into place with terrifying speed. Indra's eyes gleamed as though mocking their fleeting joy.
The battle between the two monsters had truly begun.
The battlefield was already a graveyard of sound and shadow. Craters layered the earth, trees had been torn apart, and the stench of blood hung heavy in the night air. Indra Uchiha's colossal six-armed Susanoo loomed like a nightmare given form, its golden eyes glowing with divine cruelty.
Yet across from it stood one man.
A man whose body was breaking under the weight of his own choice.
Might Guy.
His chest heaved, each breath ragged as though his lungs were on fire. Sweat streamed down his face, and every muscle in his body quivered violently. The strain of opening seven gates had already shredded his body inside and out—his bones cracked with each movement, his skin torn in places from the sheer overflow of power.
But his eyes…
His eyes burned brighter than any flame.
"Guy… don't—!" Kakashi's voice cracked with desperation. His Sharingan trembled as he watched his oldest friend inch closer to the precipice of death.
Even the Third Hokage, who had seen countless tragedies unfold, felt his throat tighten. His hands gripped his staff so tightly veins bulged against his withered skin. He knew exactly what was about to happen.
The Eighth Gate.
The forbidden step no shinobi was ever meant to take. The door not to power, but to death itself.
Guy closed his eyes. Memories flickered. His father's weathered smile, the words he had carved into Guy's soul: "When protecting something precious… it's fine to be a splendid fool. Even if it costs your life."
And now—Indra Uchiha stood before him, an ancient devil cloaked in Susanoo's golden wrath, threatening to reduce the entire village to ash.
Guy's lips curled into a grin, even as blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. "Then this is where I burn out."
His right foot stomped against the earth, shattering stone beneath him. His body bent forward into his stance. The flow of chakra inside him erupted like a dam breaking.
And then it happened.
His heart roared like a war drum. Veins bulged grotesquely across his skin. His hair whipped violently as the very air was consumed.
The Eighth Gate of Death opened.
A crimson aura burst outward, not like chakra but like pure life-force set ablaze. It wrapped around his body, painting him in blood-red flames that cracked the ground wherever he stood. The shockwave blasted outward, bending trees backward, shattering rocks into dust, and making the very sky above ripple with distorted heat.
The world seemed to tremble beneath him.
"Th-this pressure…" Kakashi's voice was almost stolen by the roar of Guy's aura. His single Sharingan widened. "It's nothing like the other gates. This is—"
"Death," the Third Hokage whispered, his eyes trembling with sorrow. "He's trading everything for this one moment."
Guy's skin began to tear as steam hissed violently from every pore. His blood boiled, evaporating instantly, surrounding him in a haze of crimson mist. His heartbeat was so loud it felt like a monstrous drum echoing across the battlefield.
And yet—he grinned. A wild, defiant, utterly unbreakable grin.
His eyes locked on the towering Susanoo. "Indra Uchiha… let's dance."
Inside the armor of his Susanoo, Indra finally allowed his calm gaze to sharpen.
He had watched Guy's struggle with distant amusement before. But this…
This was different.
The pressure that radiated from the man's body was unlike anything he had felt from the current era of shinobi. It wasn't chakra—it was something rawer, primal, born from burning life itself. The crimson aura licked against Susanoo's golden form like fire challenging the sun.
Indra narrowed his eyes. So, this is his choice. To consume his very soul for one final strike.
For the first time, he shifted his grip on his spectral blade. Not out of fear—Indra knew fear no longer—but in recognition.
"This power… is self-destruction." His voice echoed coldly across the battlefield. "Your body will collapse in minutes. But in those minutes…"
His lips curved into a faint smile. "…show me if you can truly wound a god."
Kakashi's hands trembled at his sides. He could barely keep his gaze steady. He knew the cost of the Death Gate. He knew this was suicide.
And yet… seeing Guy stand there, aura blazing, defying the Uchiha devil without a trace of hesitation—something inside him ached with pride.
"Guy…" he whispered, his voice breaking.
The Third Hokage's face was grim, shadowed beneath his hat. His heart screamed for him to intervene, to stop this madness, to save a loyal shinobi from throwing away his life. But his old warrior's soul recognized something else.
This was Guy's will. His path. His way of the shinobi.
And no one had the right to steal that from him.
Guy stepped forward.
The ground shattered beneath his foot. His aura howled like a storm, shaking the battlefield. Each step was an explosion, each movement leaving shockwaves that ripped apart stone. His crimson form blurred, flickering in and out of sight as though reality itself struggled to contain him.
Indra's Susanoo shifted, golden blades rising in answer.
The two forces—one ancient and godlike, one mortal yet burning brighter than any star—stood poised to collide.
Guy's grin widened. His blood mist swirled around him, painting him in the visage of a demon wreathed in fire. His teeth clenched as his body screamed in agony with every heartbeat. Bones fractured, muscles tore, blood vessels burst—but still he pressed forward.
Because in this single moment… Might Guy was no longer just a man.
He was a storm given flesh.
He was death given purpose.
"Indra!!!" His roar split the air like thunder, shaking even the heavens.
And then, in a blur of crimson light, Guy launched himself forward—toward Susanoo, toward destiny, toward death.
The battlefield froze in awe. Kakashi's breath caught. The Hokage's staff trembled. Even the air seemed to hold itself still.
The Red Beast of Konoha had thrown open the final gate.
And the clash with Indra Uchiha had only just begun.
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