"I'm Uchiha Makoto, straight-up player. Snatched a fat stack of Kumogakure's secret jutsu scrolls while the Fourth Raikage was out grabbin' smokes, and now I'm haulin' ass."
"Eight-Tails' Tailed Beast Bomb's got me dead to rights, but I'm chillin' like a villain—hell, wanna laugh about it."
"But seein' Shisui's pupils 'bout to mash those three-tomoe into a Mangekyō? Yeah, now I'm sweatin' bullets."
Makoto side-eyed Shisui zippin' through the trees like a caffeinated ninja.
Night breeze touslin' his black hair, those three-tomoe Sharingan spinnin' like slot machines on meth. Blood-red glow slicin' the dark, damn near linkin' up into a full-on kaleidoscope of crimson doom.
Mangekyō awakening incoming!
Makoto's gut twisted.
Uchiha prodigies? Straight out of those isekai novels from his past life—breakthroughs in the clutch, death's doorstep special.
But this? This had him spooked.
His butterfly effect had nuked the canon timeline. No clue what Shisui's new eye powers would be.
What if it dropped Kotoamatsukami, the god-tier mindfuck genjutsu? Sneaks in undetected, rewires your brain perma. Ultimate glitch.
As a player? He wasn't rollin' the dice on that shit. Zero risk tolerance.
Uchiha geniuses? Stronger they get, the loopier the wiring.
One bad brain fart and Shisui hits him with it—boom, Makoto's a Kumo simp.
Normal folks? Nah. Mangekyō Uchihas? Batshit central.
Canon Shisui straight-up told Konoha brass: "Yo, my eyes can puppeteer you clowns on the low."
Dude strolled into the lion's den braggin' about mind control. Wild.
No ruler's lettin' that slide. Can't let Shisui pop Mangekyō now—get hit and you're fucked, no save scumming.
Rep solid? Don't gamble if it lands.
BOOM! Deafening roar behind 'em. Massive chakra ball swellin' like a nuke on steroids.
Winds howlin', trees bowin' to the chakra pressure like peasants to a king.
Eight-Tails' maw: dark-purple Tailed Beast Bomb near full charge. Disaster-class energy warpin' air, trees snappin' like twigs in a blender.
Makoto glanced back— that monster orb's diameter? Yuge. Chakra volume? Could drain Kakashi dry, revive him, repeat a thousand times. Still short.
His current pool? Peanuts next to this beast. Redirectin' it raw? Nah, body's not peak yet.
Mind-click: golden [Naruto World Online] HUD popped—solo view.
Shop flooded with chakra boosters. Eye-candy overload, but Bomb's tickin'. No time.
Grimaced. Dropped ryō on the best bang-for-buck: [Beginner Hashirama Bloodline].
Confirm. Balance plummeted.
Instant: golden beam—visible only to him—blasted from the shop into his chest.
Warm rush flooded. Cells dancin', chakra explodin'. Pure, massive life force surgin' through veins like Monster Energy on crack.
Other changes? Crisis mode—no deep dive. Just felt the ocean of power.
Screeched halt, boots gougin' trenches, dirt eruptin'.
Yanked special kunai—handle etched with his Flying Thunder God mark, succubus rune glowin' red under moonlight.
"Makoto?"
Itachi skidded too, voice tight, Sharingan locked on the doom orb—panic and "wtf" mixin'.
Shisui? No questions. Vet instincts: runnin' = dead. Bomb hits, vaporized in seconds. His tomoe still whirlin', focus laser on Makoto.
Ignored 'em. [Hentai Makoto] physique—raw power surged right arm. Body coiled like a drawn bow... RELEASE.
WHOOSH!
Kunai streaked silver lightning, air screamin'.
Not at the Bomb—at a perfect arc, straight into Eight-Tails' open yap.
"Dumbass! Idiot! That shit don't faze the great me!"
Inside: Killer B snorted, no dodge. Full Tailed Beast mode? Kunai sans chakra nature = mosquito to an elephant.
Nailed the throat, rode the breath down the gullet.
ROAR— And the Bomb locked.
Apocalyptic momentum blasted—air rippin', ground plowed to hell, trees/rocks poofed to ash!
Death reekin' close! Shisui's tomoe mergin'—Mangekyō one blink away!
Makoto barked: "Shisui! Ice it! Chill—I got this."
Voice steady, cocky as fuck—like that world-ender was Fourth of July fireworks. Face rare serious, hands sealin'.
Slow but rhythmic—each seal crisp. Chakra drainin', space ripplin'.
"This...?"
Shisui clocked: seals simple, but no standard jutsu vibe.
Air warpin' like a pond gettin' pebbled—ripples spreadin'.
Two blinks: done.
Another marked kunai out, one-hand raised, starin' down the crushin' apocalypse. Mind:
"Flying Thunder God—Lightning Rod!"
BUZZZZ—weird hum hit. Bomb's charge yanked mid-rush.
Black, intricate runes flashed air-wide, buildin' massive space barrier.
Center: suction hell. Mountain-buster Bomb hit invisible quicksand—slowed, trapped, sucked in.
Shisui, Itachi, far-off B & Eight-Tails gawkin' in disbelief—purple orb slurped whole by spinnin' void.
Gone in blinks. Just scorched air and a scar-trench provin' it existed.
"The fuck?"
Shisui's tomoe slowed, eyes buggin'.
Itachi gaped, starin' Makoto's back—tsunami of shock. Bro always droppin' nightmares disguised as surprises.
Makoto ain't done. Thrust kunai arm at Eight-Tails, guidin' final vector. Mind: "Redirect."
Far off, B & bull-octopus still scratchin' heads—"Where'd our nuke go?"—
"Urk?!"
Eight-Tails froze. Savage, destructive energy erupted inside—exact spot kunai landed.
"That's... the Beast Bomb I just hawked!? What the actual fuck?!"
Man-beast eyes popped—familiar terror balloonin' internal.
Flashed on that weird throat kunai.
"The kunai? Flying Thunder God?!"
B's brain hit Minato flashbacks—Yellow Flash. No freestyle rap—pure shock.
Tryna puke it—too late.
KABOOM!!!
Earth-shatterin' BANG—internal detonation!
RUMBLE-RUMBLE!!!
Light/heat devoured the zone. Berserk chakra unleashed—total annihilation!
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