The moment Hyūga Tennin's low growl left his lips, chakra erupted from the tenketsu across his body like geysers.
His hands moved in a graceful blur, and that raw chakra twisted into a violent storm, roaring straight toward the colossal Three Tails.
"So you're the key piece on this battlefield, huh."
Amamiya Raizen muttered, eyes narrowing.
The Eternal Mangekyō in his sockets gleamed with that eerie, burning light as the Three Tails drew in breath.
Chakra condensed in its mouth, forming a glowing sphere that hummed with annihilation—the Tailed Beast Bomb.
"Boom!"
The Tailed Beast Bomb slammed into Tennin's Eight Trigrams Palm at point-blank range.
For a second, the world went blind.
The explosion swallowed the horizon. The sky itself shattered under the force, light brighter than the sun tearing across the battlefield.
Hundreds of Hyūga shinobi in the distance instinctively shut their eyes, clutching their heads as their senses overloaded. Even from afar, blood leaked from their ears and noses. The impact hadn't even peaked—this was just the backlash.
Then came the roar.
A thunderclap of energy ripped through the air, turning mountains to sand and air to blades.
At the center of it all, Hyūga Tennin staggered.
The hurricane of chakra tore at his body, blood bursting from his mouth and even from his eyes. His Byakugan bulged with red veins, the once-pristine white now streaked in crimson.
Still, he stood, teeth clenched, refusing to kneel.
Raizen stood unflinching behind Susanoo.
The translucent giant cracked under pressure, spiderweb fractures glowing across its armor. He wasn't unscathed—but compared to Tennin, he was a god looking down on a dying mortal.
The storm finally faded, leaving a crater wide enough to swallow a village.
Steam hissed from the shattered ground. Tennin's breathing was ragged, his body trembling as his chakra tried to pull itself together.
"Hyūga Tennin," Raizen's voice echoed coldly through Susanoo's helm, "surrender."
The words carried the weight of command.
But Tennin only sneered through blood-streaked lips. He saw the truth—Raizen's Susanoo flickered, its form unstable. The Tailed Beast cloak around him was fading too. Both of them were on their last breath.
If the Hyūga coalition regrouped, even a wounded army of a thousand could crush him.
Tennin's eyes sharpened.
"Eight Trigrams Secret Art—Eighty Gods Air Strike!"
He shot upward, chakra flaring wildly from every tenketsu. The air itself bent under the pressure as he thrust his palms forward. Dozens of invisible fists burst forth like the wrath of heaven, slamming toward Raizen.
Raizen's eyes widened. "That technique—impossible. How does he—"
No time to think.
Susanoo raised its dual arms, conjuring a massive blade of Amaterasu fire, black flames writhing in the storm.
As he swung downward, those watching from miles away felt something change. Raizen's chakra wasn't just strong—it felt divine, overwhelming, unbearable.
"Hyūga Tennin… accept judgment!"
Amaterasu's black inferno tore open the sky.
The burning blade cleaved through Tennin's air strikes, smashing into him like a descending god's hand.
Another explosion.
The world dimmed again. The shockwave leveled everything in sight—hills flattened, forests shredded, the battlefield reduced to glass and dust.
When the smoke cleared, nothing was left but scorched earth and silence.
Raizen's Susanoo collapsed to one knee, cracks glowing across its body like molten veins.
Tennin lay amidst rubble, bloodied and barely conscious, the Byakugan's light flickering out.
Raizen walked forward through the settling ash, his voice hoarse but steady.
"Hyūga Tennin. Surrender."
Tennin forced a smirk, blood dripping from his chin. He knew Raizen was near his limit too.
If his forces recovered… perhaps, they could still—
Raizen's right eye spun violently. The Eternal Mangekyō burned.
"Hyūga Tennin, surrender to me."
Tennin blinked. Raizen's voice echoed again—colder this time, layered with something unnatural.
"Hyūga Tennin, surrender to me."
"Hyūga Tennin, surrender to me."
The words repeated, rhythmically, drilling into his mind.
Tennin's smirk vanished.
His head pulsed in agony as his vision blurred—Raizen's eyes seemed to draw him in, drowning thought and will alike. The Eternal Mangekyō stopped spinning, freezing mid-turn like a stopped clock.
A wave of power—pure, irresistible—crashed into Tennin's consciousness.
Suddenly, his thoughts shifted.
"I can't win. To continue will destroy the Hyūga Clan."
"Raizen's strength is absolute. The coalition cannot triumph."
"If I surrender, the clan will survive. That… that's what matters."
He didn't even notice he was speaking aloud.
Raizen's tone lowered, deep as thunder.
"Hyūga Tennin, do you yield?"
Tennin's lips trembled. "...Raizen-sama, I yield."
Raizen nodded once.
"Then order your forces to lay down their weapons. End this war."
"Yes…" Tennin bowed, stumbling toward his troops, every step leaving a trail of blood.
Raizen's expression didn't change.
The glow in his right eye dimmed as he whispered:
"Distinguished Heavenly Gods… surrender."
The words carried the final seal of the Eternal Mangekyō's command.
And with that, the Hyūga rebellion finally broke.