"Why? Doesn't that work?" Urashiki scoffed disdainfully, his tone dripping with arrogance.
At that moment, a tremendous aura erupted from Ryoma's body, countering the oppressive chakra pressure radiating from Urashiki Ōtsutsuki. In an instant, Sasuko and the others behind him felt the weight on their bodies lift, returning them to normal.
Ryoma turned his head slightly toward Kushina Uzumaki, his expression calm.
"Wait for me a little, Kushina. We'll head home for dinner soon."
Then he faced Urashiki, stepping forward.
"Did you finish your explanation?"
As he spoke, Ryoma raised his left hand, and the air rippled. From the void materialized a black staff—a weapon forged from the Yin–Yang Release Technique, infused with the Outer Path's power from the Rinnegan. Once it pierced an opponent, it could sever their chakra pathways, rendering them unable to perform ninjutsu. Its effect was terrifyingly absolute.
"Die!" Urashiki roared.
His staff cut through the air in a crimson arc. Ryoma raised a Wood Clone, which leapt before him, shielding Sasuko and the others.
But Urashiki's black rod, trailing that ominous red light, obliterated everything in its path.
In just one strike, the training ground—spanning several square kilometers—was reduced to barren wasteland.
Ryoma's brow furrowed.
Urashiki's destructive power in his transformed state had grown exponentially—far beyond what it had been before. A single blow could now devastate landscapes.
If they continued fighting here, the damage to Konohagakure—and even to the Land of Fire itself—would be catastrophic. Ryoma couldn't allow that.
"I'll have to draw him away," he muttered.
Without hesitation, Ryoma's feet lifted off the ground as he soared into the sky, flying toward the distant horizon.
Seeing this, Urashiki sneered. "Trying to flee, are you?" he said coldly, before giving chase.
High above the clouds, the two blazed through the heavens—gold and black streaks twisting and colliding, flashing like dueling stars. In moments, they crossed hundreds of kilometers.
"Ryoma! Is this all you've got? Running away already?" Urashiki's mocking voice echoed across the skies.
The two clashed again, explosions blooming in the atmosphere like bursts of firework suns.
Below, in the daimyō's palace of the Land of Fire, chaos erupted. Officials covered their heads, screaming as windows shattered from the shockwaves. The portly daimyō stared out his window at the cataclysmic battle above, trembling.
"Wh-What is that?! Can someone tell me what those two things are?!"
"Your Excellency!" a panicked official shouted.
"According to intelligence from our scouts, the Fourth Hokage—Lord Ryoma—is battling an intruder named Urashiki Ōtsutsuki!"
"Ryoma…?" The daimyō's face paled. He remembered meeting the Hokage once—a man whose presence alone felt heavier than the air itself. The sheer force he sensed from the sky confirmed his fear.
"These damned shinobi… always bringing disaster!" he hissed, wiping sweat from his brow.
"Where's Musashi? Isn't that fool supposed to protect us? What good are my samurai now, huh?"
Musashi, the daimyō's personal bodyguard, stood on the rooftop, staring at the fiery streaks tearing across the sky. His hands trembled. The power radiating from those two could annihilate the city with a single misplaced strike.
"We… we can't intervene in a battle of this scale…" he whispered bitterly. All he could do was pray that the shockwaves didn't reach them.
Far above the earth, two figures—one golden, one black—clashed like twin meteors, their collisions splitting clouds and shaking the heavens.
After another series of rapid movements, they finally left the borders of the Land of Fire, arriving above a desolate mountain range beside the sea.
"This should do," Ryoma muttered, surveying the uninhabited terrain. "No one will get hurt here."
He turned to Urashiki, his tone casual, almost teasing.
"Let's finish this quickly. Kushina's cooking lunch, and I don't plan to miss it."
Urashiki's eyes glowed with murderous fury. Chakra surged violently from his body, distorting the air and burning the very atmosphere around him.
"You still don't understand my true power, mortal. Then let me show you."
"I'll return your pain a hundredfold!"
"Shinra Tensei!"
The Rinnegan in Urashiki's eyes flared gold, unleashing a colossal wave of repulsive force that swept across the mountains. Space itself seemed to ripple and collapse under the pressure.
But before the shockwave could reach him—
Ryoma's fist was already there.
"Bang!"
A straightforward punch—nothing fancy, no seals, no technique. Yet it tore through the Shinra Tensei, shattering the repulsive barrier and slamming squarely into Urashiki's face.
The impact exploded like thunder.
Urashiki's body was flung across the sky, spinning violently as he crashed through mountain after mountain. Each peak crumbled into rubble under the sheer force of the blow.
Ryoma lowered his fist, his expression calm once again.
"You talk too much."
"Is that the power you wanted to show me? Pathetic."
Ryoma's voice was calm, almost bored, as Urashiki Ōtsutsuki went tumbling backward through the air. The sky split with black trails as Ryoma stepped forward, each stride carrying him kilometers through the sky in an instant.
Before Urashiki could even hit the ground, Ryoma appeared above him.
"That—" he said coldly, "—is real power."
There was no one else around now. With no need to hold back, Ryoma stopped suppressing his abilities.
His eyes darkened—rippling with purple rings.
"The Rinnegan…?" Urashiki's expression twisted in disbelief, his usually smug face frozen in shock.
"How do you—how do you have the Rinnegan?! That's impossible!"
His shout was half fury, half panic.
Ryoma didn't bother answering. He simply raised his right hand and whispered:
"Shinra Tensei."
A colossal wave of repulsive force exploded outward. The impact drowned Urashiki in a maelstrom of pressure, flattening the earth beneath him.
The sound of shattering stone thundered through the air as the ground split apart. Within seconds, a crater several kilometers wide and tens of meters deep formed where Urashiki had crashed.
"—Tch!"
Urashiki burst from the pit, his once-pristine robe now tattered and scorched. Though not mortally wounded, he was clearly shaken—his body marred by countless small injuries.
High above him, Ryoma floated untouched, calm as ever.
But before Urashiki could regain his composure, a massive shadow engulfed him.
He looked up—and his eyes widened in horror.
A meteorite, vast as a mountain, was descending from the heavens.
"Chibaku Tensei—!" Urashiki roared, releasing a 360-degree shockwave of cutting chakra around him. The wave split the meteor in half, scattering flaming fragments into the sea below.
But his relief was short-lived.
Another shadow fell over him.
"There's… another one?!" he gasped.
Panicked, Urashiki teleported away just before the second meteor struck, the explosion behind him lighting up the sky in blinding crimson.
He turned midair, teeth clenched. "That damn human—!"
"You think that was it?" Ryoma's voice echoed through the sky, calm and deadly. "My pupil technique isn't over yet."
His Rinnegan pulsed once more.
"Limbo: Border Jail."
An invisible force swept across the battlefield. The world itself seemed to distort as four unseen figures—Ryoma's Limbo clones—materialized in a realm parallel to reality. They were invisible to the naked eye, but their presence warped the air around Urashiki like ripples in glass.
These were shadows cast from another world, each possessing Ryoma's full strength and chakra.
Urashiki could feel them even if he couldn't see them—four beings closing in on him from every direction.
Then, with a heavy impact, crimson pillars shot up from the ground, forming an unbreakable seal around them.
"Sage Art: Myōjinmon!"
Four massive torii gates of scarlet light locked into place, enclosing both Ryoma and Urashiki within a vast barrier.
"This barrier," Ryoma said, his hands moving through seals with unhurried precision, "is to make sure you can't use your Rinnegan to escape."
He poured the power of Sage Mode and the Six Paths chakra into the technique. The torii gates glowed even brighter, their energy humming with divine resonance.
Originally, the Myōjinmon was a sealing technique used by the First Hokage to suppress tailed beasts. But now, enhanced by Ryoma's Rinnegan, Six Paths chakra, and Sage Art, it had transcended its original form. Not even chakra absorption could weaken it.
"My Limbo clones will return to me in one minute," Ryoma said coolly. "You'll be gone long before that happens."
His dismissive tone ignited something inside Urashiki—a rage beyond reason.
"RYOMA!!" Urashiki bellowed, fury twisting his face. His pride as an Ōtsutsuki couldn't bear it—being toyed with like this by a human.
How could a mortal, a creature of inferior lineage, wield powers meant only for gods?!
He would not—could not—accept it.
"Enough!"
Chakra surged around him in a violent storm. Countless streams of energy converged into his palm, forming a dense, spinning cluster shaped like a four-pointed star.
"Tensō Hōka: Ryūgū!!" (Celestial Wave: Dragon Palace)
The attack roared to life—a massive purple-black serpent of energy unfurling from his hand. From its gaping jaws, a violet-red sphere of condensed chakra gathered, glowing brighter than the sun.
This was Urashiki's ultimate technique, fueled by almost all of his chakra. One strike would annihilate everything in its path.
Ryoma's eyes narrowed. The air grew heavy.
"I see," he murmured. "Then I won't hold back either."
"Sage Mode."
Nature energy flooded through him. Orange markings formed around his eyes as the world seemed to sharpen in clarity.
He pressed his palms together.
"Sage Art: Wood Release—True Several Thousand Hands!"
The ground trembled.
A pillar of light erupted from beneath him, and in an instant, a colossal wooden Buddha—its countless hands stretching toward the sky—rose behind Ryoma. Its sheer size dwarfed the mountains, towering over Urashiki like a divine being descending from heaven.
Each hand moved like a living thing, radiating an ancient, godlike power.
This was Senju Hashirama's ultimate jutsu—the strongest Wood Release technique ever created. A ninjutsu capable of suppressing tailed beasts, crushing mountains, and reshaping landscapes.
Now, infused with Sage Mode and Six Paths chakra, its might surpassed even that of the original.
Urashiki's face drained of color as the Buddha's many hands loomed over him.
"This… this can't be…" he whispered.
Ryoma raised his hand, voice low but resonant.
"Let's see if your 'divine power' can withstand this."
And with a thunderous crash, the Buddha's hands descended.
The colossal Thousand-Armed Kannon extended one of its massive hands.
In an instant, it crossed hundreds of meters—the air screamed, crackled, and twisted violently around its movement, birthing a hurricane of pressure.
The Buddha's palm closed around the enormous purple serpent formed by Urashiki Ōtsutsuki's chakra—and crushed it effortlessly.
Urashiki's eyes widened in disbelief.
His ultimate technique, destroyed… with a single hand?
"This… this can't be!" he gasped, his mind reeling.
The Thousand-Armed Kannon—that wooden deity born of Sage power—had shattered his killing move as though swatting an insect.
Before he could recover, Ryoma's voice echoed like a divine decree:
"Avatar Buddha on Top!"
The titanic statue above him groaned.
Cracks ran along its wooden frame, echoing like thunderclaps. Then—
Clack!
Every one of its countless arms clenched into a massive fist.
But that was only the beginning.
Ryoma's left eye shifted—its calm surface turning blood-red, rippling with a Mangekyō Sharingan pattern.
"Awaken… Susanoo."
At once, ethereal blue armor wrapped around the Thousand-Armed Kannon like a celestial warrior donning its armor. Each hand of the Buddha now held a colossal chakra blade, shimmering with power enough to shatter mountains.
The heavens themselves darkened under its shadow.
Urashiki froze. For the first time in countless years of existence, he truly felt it—despair.
Then came the storm.
A thousand arms.
A thousand swords.
Each descending with a roar that split the sky apart.
BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!
Each impact tore through the air, creating shockwaves that expanded in sharp rings of devastation. The mountains trembled, the sea boiled, and the very clouds were shredded apart.
The landscape beneath them—towering peaks, cliffs, valleys—was split asunder by the storm of destruction.
"No!"
Urashiki roared, thrusting his hands forward to form a defensive barrier of pure chakra. The shield glowed, resisting the onslaught—but it was useless.
His chakra poured out like a collapsing dam, yet the strikes didn't falter. The power of the True Thousand Hands, now reinforced by Susanoo, was beyond his comprehension.
"AAAAHHHHH!"
Urashiki's scream echoed through the sky—a sound like a dying god. His chakra had run dry, his body broken. In that final moment, regret overwhelmed him.
He should never have coveted the tailed beasts' chakra.
He should never have crossed into this world.
He should never have provoked the monster named Ryoma.
But it was far too late.
Countless fists—each carrying the weight of mountains—fell upon him, bathed in the blinding light of the chakra blades.
The divine power engulfed him, overwhelming every attempt to absorb or resist it. His form began to disintegrate—cells breaking apart, body fragmenting into dust.
In the end, Urashiki Ōtsutsuki vanished completely—erased, without even a final scream.
Then came the silence—followed by the roar.
The resulting shockwave expanded outward from the impact site, tearing through the air like the wrath of the heavens. It hit the sea, the land, the very horizon—rolling outward for tens of kilometers.
The ground quaked as if the gods themselves had struck the earth. Mountains crumbled. Forests bowed. Oceans split.
For a full minute, the world trembled.
Even in the farthest reaches of the Land of Fire, and beyond its borders, people looked to the sky in terror.
They saw a tornado of energy rising over the distant sea—a massive column of blinding light and lightning, its interior churning with explosive flames. The hurricane it spawned could pulverize a man into dust in an instant.
To those who watched, it was like the end of the world—an apocalypse of chakra.
And yet, when it ended, only silence remained.
Urashiki was gone.
The Ōtsutsuki threat had ended.
But the world would not forget.
That battle—its sound, its fury—spread across nations. Many didn't even know who the enemy was, only that Konoha's Fourth Hokage, Ryoma, had fought and unleashed a power that shook the world.
Spies and travelers came to the coast days later. What they found left them speechless.
An entire mountain range—gone.
The landscape twisted and reborn.
Even the sea itself had changed—where there had once been water, there was now land.
The power of one man had rewritten the face of the world.
From that day on, Ryoma was no longer spoken of as merely the Fourth Hokage. In hushed voices across nations, he was placed alongside Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha—a god among shinobi.
Yet the man at the center of it all seemed untouched by his own legend.
Now, he sat quietly beneath the shade of a tree, his head resting in Kushina's lap as she hummed softly, brushing his hair with gentle fingers.
He looked up at her and smiled.
Peace, at last.
Days later, the aftermath of the Urashiki Incident had settled.
At Konoha's gate, Ryoma and Kushina stood together, watching Sasuko and Rin Nohara prepare to leave.
"Sasuko, Rin," Kushina said softly, holding their hands, "must you really go? You can stay longer—Konoha is your home too."
A month had passed—brief yet deep. In that time, Kushina had grown fond of both girls, like daughters she never had.
Sasuko smiled warmly. "Sister Kushina, every feast must end someday. It's time for us to return."
They embraced tightly—one last time.
As the two girls walked toward the gate, Ryoma's voice brushed through their minds like a calm breeze:
"Remember what I taught you. Don't slack off when you return."
Both girls smiled.
"Got it, Dad… Sensei."
"Safe travels," Ryoma said quietly.
Kushina's grip on his arm tightened as the girls disappeared into the light.
"Do you think we'll see them again?" she whispered.
Ryoma smiled faintly. "I believe we will. One day."
They stood together in the soft dawn. The rising sun bathed the village in gold, its rays catching on Kushina's crimson hair, turning it to flame.
She looked up at him, eyes warm, voice tender.
"Husband," she murmured, "I want a child."
Her gaze softened further, lips curving into a shy smile.
"A cute one—like Sasuko."
Ryoma didn't answer with words.
He simply wrapped his arms around her, lifted her easily, and turned toward their home.
The door closed behind them, leaving only the quiet hum of the morning wind.
And for the first time in many years—peace truly returned to Konoha.
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