Ok guys, I think this is my best chapter yet- and fuck I am so excited to show you all this that I am posting early( Like I literally just wrote it)..
I was sick today but I was like nah, Gotta write this and somehow It turned out great.. Now go and read it alright.
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Everything was new for Kyojiro. The advancement of his Sharingan wasn't a mere addition of a single tomoe — it was evolution itself.
His eyes, which once struggled to track the Raikage's movements even with his breathing techniques, could now clearly encapsulate every flicker of motion.
His dynamic vision sharpened. His awareness, his reflexes, even his sense of rhythm — all had been heightened beyond comprehension.
Yet—
BOOM.
Every clash against the brute called A left catastrophic damage across Kyojiro's body. No matter how strong, unyielding, or confident he appeared — deep within, he knew his state.
He was breathing in the natural energy around him at an uncontrollable rate, as if trying to refill a vessel already on the verge of collapse. Sweat evaporated before it could even form. His forehead burned, feverish, heat radiating from within.
Yet he fought on.Slipping past A's attacks — even if only for moments at a time.
SWISH.
A's fist turned toward him in an instant. The man wasn't like Kyojiro, who relied on prediction to defend. No — A wasn't predicting. He was reacting.
And even then, he was keeping up — almost too easily.
Kyojiro twisted his body, his core screaming in protest as he barely stayed grounded. Flame Breathing, Fourth Form – Blooming Flame Undulation. His blade moved in a circular rhythm, maintaining just enough distance between them.
They separated once again. A's sharp eyes studied him with quiet calculation.
But perhaps for the first time, the Raikage's heir understood — he was running out of time. His gaze hardened. The more I fight him, the easier it becomes for him to accomplish his goal.
He wasn't foolish. Pride had its place, but not in war.
I can't let those Konoha shinobi escape. Which means… I have to end this now.
His voice rang out — uninterested, gruff, yet powerful."B. Join me. It's about time we end this farce."
He hesitated for a split second — a thought flashing across his mind. He's a respectful warrior. Should I really call for help? I know I can end this in under a minute.
But he shook it off, his chest rising with renewed resolve. No. Father sent me here as commander. Victory comes first.
B grinned wide, his voice booming with excitement."Yo bro! Good of you not to hog all the fun!"
The moment the words left his mouth, a crimson aura flared around him — vicious and alive.
Jinchūriki Chakra Cloak.
Red and blue — the two brothers — stood united, their gazes locked onto the near-dead Uchiha.
The instant Kyojiro met their eyes, frustration twisted in his chest. Why… why? I'm doing everything I can! Why is fate pulling everything against me—why?!
But reality waited for no one.
The brothers moved in perfect synchrony. A descended like a man-made calamity — fast, inevitable, unstoppable.
And yet, against all odds, Kyojiro pushed harder. His body cracked under the strain. The output of his breathing rose, the air whirling violently around him as he tried — desperately — to reach the next stage.
Total Concentration Breathing.
His sword became one with his will, twisting mid-motion to redirect A's incoming punch. The shockwave rippled through the earth.
But before he could move again, every instinct screamed. A cold dread flooded his heart. His Sharingan rotated — slow, deliberate — turning to the right.
Where B stood.
His sword drawn.
Alone, perhaps Kyojiro could've faced him. But in his current state...
B thrust forward — a clean, efficient strike. And all Kyojiro could do was watch.
His Sharingan saw it.His mind screamed at him to move.But his body couldn't.
The sword pierced his chest like molten iron. The chakra of Gyūki — the Eight-Tails — tore through his body, chaotic and malicious.
He felt multiple ribs snap under the force. Pain thundered through him like the tolling of a funeral bell. Blood gargled in his mouth, his Sharingan flickering — its crimson light dimming… and fading…
Until all that remained were dull, lifeless black eyes.
The blade had gone straight through his lungs — missing his heart by mere inches. His breathing stopped. Blood filled every corner of his throat.
And then it hit.
The weakness. The agony. The helpless weight of it all.
Even as he hung suspended in the air — impaled upon B's sword — something burned faintly within him.
Not the pain.Not the despair of fate's cruelty.
But something deeper. Something that refused to die.
Kyojiro Uchiha's thoughts were clear — unwavering.
Give…
He shouted it inwardly, his mind roaring.
It…
His katana, barely hanging from his weakened grip, rose once more in trembling defiance. Blood and willpower surged through him as he shouted, voice breaking the battlefield:
"My all!"
B froze. For the first time in the entire battle, the Jinchūriki hesitated.
The edge of Kyojiro's blade crept closer — inching toward him, toward his end.
His heart swayed between emotions — surprise, anger… grief.
And then, something unexpected. Respect.
Even as an enemy — even as a man who stood against them till his final breath — Kyojiro demanded respect.
B understood, in that moment, what it meant to be a true warrior.
But only B was caught off guard.
A never was.
He had been waiting — always expecting the unexpected. Fighting this man has taught me that, he thought grimly.
Lightning burst beneath his skin as he moved — faster than thought itself. His hand caught the blade before it could reach his brother.
And with a crushing grip—
He broke it.
Kyojiro's eyes widened. For the first time, true shock etched across his face. His second sword — shattered again.
And with it, his hope.
His eyelids trembled. Pain tore through him, consuming everything. The fire within him sputtered, struggling to hold on.
Even if he willed it… even if his heart screamed for one more breath…
His body couldn't.
And just like that—
Kyojiro Uchiha took what he thought was his last breath.
Dead — without significance. Without meaning.
Without saving anyone.
Such was the fate of a man scorned by the world itself.
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Dun dun dun- Isn't this the perfect conclusion. A clear parallel between Rengoku and himself.. Both tried their hardest.. Both gave it their all.. yet failed. The same sword strike in the end- Rengoku had a arm in his chest while Kyojiro had a sword.
However Rengoku had succeeded that day- saving tanjiro and the like.. Maybe, just maybe Kyojiro could have too.. yet Akaza was alone and A wasn't.
Tell me your thoughts guys.. And a curious questions- What if this was the ending of this novel.. What if, he did end up dead. Tell me, what y'all think ;). Like i really wanna hear y'all thoughts.
Powerstones my guys ;)