Right before the game could begin, Akira suddenly raised a hand.
"Ah—one second. I forgot to mention the last rule."
Everyone froze.
Even Madara narrowed his eyes.
Akira's expression turned sharp, cruel, and annoyingly cheerful at the same time.
"Any target who willingly goes into the goal… shall die."
Silence.
Akira continued, voice echoing inside the frozen-space cage:
"And I'm not talking about physical death.
I mean soul death.
Permanent. Real. No Edo Tensei. No reincarnation. Nothing."
His Mangekyō began spinning lazily.
"Whoever tries to cheat, I will personally burn their soul in Amaterasu's eternal flame… so they feel the consequences."
A cold hush fell across the field.
Even the mountains seemed to flinch.
Sarutobi Hiruzen, who had been secretly preparing his "sacrifice plan," felt his entire spine freeze.
A few minutes ago, he was ready to walk into the goal three times and become the greatest savior in ninja history:
"Third Hokage sacrifices himself to save the world—what a noble legend!"
But now?
Now he realized:
Akira had been waiting for someone exactly like him to try something exactly that stupid.
Sarutobi's face went pale.
Very pale.
His heroic plan collapsed instantly.
He swallowed.
Hard.
"This damn Uchiha…" he thought, hands trembling. "He predicted everything…"
Even Tobirama glanced at him with a look that clearly said:
"I knew you were the type to do something that stupid."
But he didn't say it aloud.
He didn't need to.
Sarutobi forced a stiff smile, nodding vigorously:
"Y-Yes… understood… no cheating… absolutely none…"
Akira, satisfied, clapped his hands.
"Good! Now the game begins properly."
START!!!
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As soon as Akira said start, Tobirama took out a few kunai and threw them randomly.
He immediately formed the Multiple Shuriken Clone Technique, and those few shurikens turned into hundreds and then thousands, scattering across the entire field.
Minato Namikaze did the same, and in an instant, the two teleporters of the ninja world were fully prepared.
Akira, on the other hand, didn't wait for any of their setups.
He simply tapped the ground with all his strength and disappeared, reappearing right in front of the Third Hokage.
The Third Hokage couldn't react at all—only a blur flashed in his vision.
Akira kicked the Third Hokage's neck straight toward the opponent's goal.
Football Breathing: First Form — Neck Smash
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Sarutobi Hiruzen flew rapidly toward the goal on the opposite side— none of others expected that Sarutobi Hiruzen wouldn't even be able to react to Akira's attack.
Madara shouted,
"Monkey, you dare to go into my goal?!"
Madara vanished and reappeared right beside Sarutobi Hiruzen, then kicked him hard. Sarutobi shot straight into the sky like a launched firework.
But it didn't end there.
" Yatagarasu use Seismic Toss. "
Kraaaa
Yatagarasu—now expanded into a massive two-storey-tall raven—appeared from above and caught Sarutob Hiruzen i mid-air.
Sarutobi Hiruzen felt hope for exactly one second.
Then Yatagarasu started spinning.
And spinning.
And spinning.
Within seconds, there was only a black whirlpool visible in the sky.
Then Yatagarasu threw Sarutobi Hiruzen again, launching him like a cursed meteor toward the goal.
Madara Uchiha, now even more pissed because both his teammates and enemies were openly watching this circus, he activated his second-stage Susanoo.
The massive spectral warrior extended its hand, caught the flying Sarutobi, and with zero hesitation threw him like a baseball toward Akira's goal.
But Sasuke wasn't letting that happen.
Sasuke activated his Mangekyō Sharingan, opened his own second-stage Susanoo, and slapped Sarutobi Hiruzen right back toward Madara like a volleyball spike.
At this point, Akira's felt like he weren't watching football anymore but some strange mixture of basketball, tennis, and badminton.
Akira, getting into the mood, opened his own second-stage Susanoo and formed two table-tennis-like rackets.
He pointed at Madara.
"Madara! Defeat me."
Madara understood immediately.
He opened his second-stage Susanoo, formed two giant table-tennis rackets of his own, and slapped Sarutobi Hiruzen with one of them.
And just like that, Akira and Madara began playing…
basketball…
or tennis…
or badminton…
Whatever you want to call it, Sarutobi Hiruzen was the ball.
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On the other side of the field, Might Guy suddenly pointed his thumbs up at Kakashi, his teeth shining so brightly they could've been classified as a new chakra nature.
"Kakashi of another world!" he declared, voice bursting with pure, burning passion.
"Let us have ANOTHER YOUTHFUL SHOWDOWN! Our duel is still 51–50—today, we decide the TRUE victor!"
Kakashi blinked once.
He understood immediately.
…And he was interested.
With a small shrug and an eye-smile, he nodded.
"Sure. Why not?"
And just like that, the two of them casually walked away—completely abandoning the battlefield where the fate of the entire ninja world was supposedly on the line.
The great football match continued…
…but Kakashi and Guy were already in their own universe.
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Sasuke glanced sideways.
Across the field, the other 'Sasuke—his alternate self—was staring right back at him.
Their eyes met.
One second of silent tension.
One second of understanding.
One second of pure Uchiha ego clashing across realities.
That was enough.
Both Sasukes turned at the exact same moment and walked away—quietly, dramatically—toward an empty corner of the field.
No words were spoken.
No words were needed.
Everyone else was playing football.
But the two Sasukes?
They were about to begin their own sacred, inevitable, destiny-forged duel of:
"Which Sasuke… is the stronger Sasuke?"
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Nagato, meanwhile, turned toward Hashirama.
"First Hokage, I want to discuss some things about the ninja world—yours and mine.
You're a senior and must have more experience.
Let's go."
Hashirama's eyes lit up.
He looked more excited about the conversation than about any battle.
So, Nagato and Hashirama wandered off to discuss peace, philosophy, and the future of the ninja world.
Now, on Akira's side, the only people still seriously playing this "football match" were:
Itachi Uchiha, Shisui Uchiha, and Yatagarasu.
And on Madara's side, the only serious players remaining were:
Naruto Uzumaki, Killer Bee, and Obito Uchiha.
---
Half hour passed inside the battlefield—
—and every spectator outside the frozen-space cage felt one thing:
"Ah. Yes. This is how the world ends."
Inside the field, chaos had evolved into something far beyond a simple game.
---
Kakashi, using his Kamui Susanoo, clashed against 7th Gate Might Guy with such intensity that the air shook like rippling glass.
Guy roared, steam exploding from his body:
"YOUTH WILL DECIDE THIS MATCH, KAKASHI OF ANOTHER WORLD!!"
Kakashi dodged with Kamui, sighed, and muttered:
"Why… is this always life and death for you…?"
Guy didn't answer. Guy never answered.
Guy only existed for youth.
Lightning-fast kicks. Kamui warps. Explosions shaking the entire football field.
Anyone watching felt like the sky would crack at any moment.
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On the other side—
Two Susanoos.
Each over 100 meters tall.
Both glowing with curse marks of pure Uchiha stubbornness, blazing like two angry gods preparing to rewrite the world.
Both Sasukes roared and charged at the exact same time.
Before the real attacks began, their Susanoos clashed in pure, brutal Uchiha fashion—
One 'Sasuke's Susanoo formed a colossal lightning-forged spear and thrust it forward with devastating force.
The other Susanoo reacted instantly—forming a massive ethereal shield that absorbed the blow, sparks exploding like fireworks on impact.
The defending Sasuke retaliated, morphing his Susanoo's arm into a gigantic chakra sword.
He swung down in a diagonal arc—enough to split a mountain—forcing the 'Sasuke to abandon the spear and cross both spectral arms and block, the shockwave launching dust hundreds of meters into the sky.
Sasuke's Susanoo suddenly sprouted two extra spectral arms—grabbing the opponent Susanoo's shoulders and slamming it backward, cracking the earth beneath them.
The battlefield thundered like ancient giants wrestling.
Then the real fight began.
One 'Sasuke unleashed Amaterasu—black flames pouring like a cursed waterfall across the field.
The other Sasuke activated his unique Mangekyō—
Amatsukami Rewrite
The flames twisted, bent, and their future paths were forcibly altered.
Two Sasukes, two broken gods, spamming powers that cancelled each other and barely even made sense.
So the battle inevitably degenerated into the purest form of Uchiha stupidity:
Susanoo vs Susanoo.
Giant chakra swords collided, shockwaves tore the ground open, and the sky literally cracked from the pressure.
---
Then—
Seeing no end in the battle Sasuke dismissed his Susanoo in a flicker of purple flame and touched down on the earth, boots scorching the cracked ground.
Lightning began crawling over his skin like living serpents.
He activated the Elemental Chakra Seal on his forehead.
The decisive moment had arrived.
Sasuke lifted one hand— calm, precise, merciless.
Lightning roared to life instantly.
Chakra surged violently, twisting into a storm that crackled through the dimension. Sparks spun around him until the air vibrated like it was about to rip apart.
The lightning mass swelled…
…and swelled…
…and then began to shape itself into something enormous.
A creature of thunder. A monster of destruction. An avatar of Sasuke's absolute will.
The other 'Sasuke didn't interrupt. He wanted—no, needed—to see what his alternate self could create.
A few more seconds passed—
Lightning solidified.
A colossal peacock emerged, dozens of meters tall, nearly matching the height of Susanoo itself.
Its body shone with electric blue fire.
Behind it floated a thousand radiant feathers, drifting like a glowing sea of storm.
Every feather hummed.
Every feather killed.
Sasuke's eyes sharpened.
"Thousand-Feathered Heavenly Peacock"
The peacock screeched.
The sound was a thunderclap so sharp it split open the air.
Wings burst open—storm-forged, massive, elegant, terrifying.
The beast launched forward, cracking the earth with sheer electrical pressure.
It was not an attack.
It was a natural disaster.
The other 'Sasuke reacted immediately.
His Susanoo reformed—bow in hand.
Black flames of Amaterasu crackled along the arrow that shaped itself, meshing with lightning that roared like angry gods.
He pulled the bowstring.
The flames twisted. The lightning screamed.
The arrow transformed into the legendary spear of wrath itself—
Indra's Arrow.
He released.
A single shot that could end nations shot forward and met the charging Heavenly Peacock head-on.
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Indra's Arrow
vs.
Thousand-Feathered Heavenly Peacock
The explosion was monstrous.
A blinding sphere of blue-black light swallowed the battlefield, expanding hundreds of meters wide.
The sound alone stopped the entire game.
Akira.
Madara.
Everyone.
All turned.
For several long, breathless seconds… nothing inside the explosion was visible.
Slowly, agonizingly, the light began to fade.
And the victor became clear.
Indra's Arrow—destroyed.
Amaterasu—overpowered.
Black flames—drowned by thunder.
The Heavenly Peacock screeched victoriously and dived straight toward the defending 'Sasuke.
He tried to form a defensive Susanoo—a massive fortress-like cone—
But the peacock's narrow front lightning body speared forward like a drill.
It pierced through.
Then the opening widened.
And widened.
And widened.
Until the entire peacock forced its way through and shattered the Susanoo from the inside out.
Electricity tore through everything.
And then—
The peacock screeched one last time.
And exploded.
BOOOOOOM!!!
Lightning swallowed the entire field.
A km-long crater formed.
The world shook.
---
A full minute later, the dust finally began settling.
And there—
'Sasuke lay on the ground, bleeding heavily, skin charred, but conscious.
His chest rose and fell weakly as he stared up at the sky.
The other Sasuke stood a distance away, also exhausted, breathing harshly, his Susanoo gone, his body trembling.
"SASUKE!!"
Naruto, Sakura, Kakashi, and others screamed from outside.
The Sasuke from Akira's team walked over, stopping before his alternate self.
He extended a hand.
The fallen 'Sasuke stared for a moment.
Then smiled faintly.
And took it.
Akira opened the space barrier, allowing both to exit.
And just like that—
the 14-player match became a 12-player match.
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