Stay calm.
Don't let his ability intimidate you.
No matter how powerful he is, he's still flesh and blood. If I want to, I can kill him in an instant…
Momoshiki kept repeating this to himself.
What he didn't know was that Akira was thinking the complete opposite.
In my original plan, Momoshiki was meant to be fertilizer.
Feed him to the Ten-Tails when it was time to cultivate a chakra fruit and turn it into a Divine Tree.
Capture him on sight—that was the plan.
But this technique showed me more possibilities.
Letting him go for now, using him to set things in motion, and then maximizing the benefits later…
That might be the optimal solution.
—Divine Pursuit.
Just as Akira was considering sparing him, Momoshiki turned into a streak of violet lightning and charged straight at his face!
Mid-charge, he swung the crimson halberd formed by Byakugōjin, unleashing Aramitsu's execution strike!
A beheading attempt.
Yes.
Speed was everything.
Against anyone else, he might've succeeded.
Divine Pursuit was terrifyingly fast.
Even Kinshiki's version once forced Sasuke to use Amenotejikara to escape.
After absorbing Kinshiki, Momoshiki's Divine Pursuit was faster than lightning itself.
Only someone with reflexes on the level of the Yellow Flash could evade it.
Akira didn't have those reflexes.
But he had Yumodora Flow's personal time barrier.
Whoosh!
The halberd blade that had been less than a foot away suddenly slowed—
Reduced to the speed of Hayate Gekkō's slash.
"Foolish."
Akira leaned back, narrowly avoiding the edge.
At the same time, a focused Godlight shot from his right eye, erasing the halberd into red particles.
"What?!"
Before Momoshiki could react—
Akira's Kusanagi Sword, wrapped in purple lightning, flashed from its sheath.
Crack!
Momoshiki's rugged left horn was sliced clean off at the base, spiraling into the sky in a shower of sparks!
—Futsunomitama!
Before Momoshiki could steady himself—
A Susanoo fist descended from above, its severed wrist trailing silver radiance, and slammed into him like a meteor!
Boom!
"Argh…!"
Even with his reinforced body after absorbing Kinshiki, Momoshiki felt his organs twist in agony.
At full strength, you might've stood a chance.
But Uncle Madara already wore you down this much.
Why aren't you running?
Waiting for a commendation?
Is this the dignity of a "heavenly being"?
Akira pursued his tumbling form, his right eye flashing repeatedly.
—Futsunomitama: Meteor Fist Barrage!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Second. Third. Fourth.
Strike after strike.
No breathing room.
Each blow smashed into Momoshiki, driving him straight into the collapsed earth.
"How can this inferior being possess such…!"
Akira landed lightly.
"If you won't run, fine."
"Let's test my Rinnegan."
His right pupil expanded, the black core contracting.
Hands clasped.
"Ha!"
—Chibaku Tensei!
"Damn it…!"
Momoshiki shoved aside the rubble, barely rising—
When cracks spread across the ground for hundreds of meters.
Boulders and debris surged inward, burying him completely.
On the ruins of the Six Paths' Chibaku Tensei…
Akira forcibly created another "star" from scraps.
Even the remnants of Madara's Tengai Shinsei were pulled in, further enlarging it.
Boom!
With Akira's raised hand, the new satellite floated beneath the ancient moon.
"Oh?" Madara looked up, smiling in approval.
"Moderate in scale, but impressive in execution."
"Using the target as the core…"
"Freshly awakened and already at this level. Remarkable."
Akira had held back.
With his current chakra, he could've doubled its size.
That should be enough to make Momoshiki retreat.
Or so he thought.
"ROOOAAARGH—! Inukaitakeru no Mikoto!"
A thunderous roar erupted.
Eight canine heads burst through the satellite, spewing molten flames toward Akira!
"You absolute madman…"
Akira chuckled.
Futsunomitama—Sage Mode of Shikkotsu Forest, fully unleashed.
Buzz!
His Rinnegan sclera darkened from pale violet to deep purple.
Dark-silver eyeshadow remained unchanged.
—Midohano: Godlight!
Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!
Each sound marked a successful strike.
Midohano amplified Godlight's effective size.
Sage Mode boosted its firing rate.
Like a machine gun, the beams obliterated the canine heads one after another.
None came within ten meters.
Inside the shattered satellite shell, Momoshiki stared at Akira with golden Byakugan.
A strange resolve formed in his mind.
"I've decided…"
In the next instant, he burst out, a dark-red sphere swelling in his palm, roaring forward like a tidal wave!
"Momoshiki," Akira frowned.
"Can't you see you have no chance left?"
Even divine pride had limits.
This looked desperate.
But Momoshiki's thoughts were something Akira couldn't imagine.
I, Ōtsutsuki Momoshiki, have harvested countless worlds.
I've seen many inferior beings tainted by our power.
But never—
Never someone who wields it so perfectly in a mortal body.
If I make him my vessel…
If I reincarnate through him…
My power will ascend to another realm.
Kaguya was a traitor.
But who can resist a chakra fruit?
We are all slaves to evolution.
Slaves to chakra.
The supreme god, Ōtsutsuki Shibai, has ascended.
The vacant throne beckons us all.
I will gamble my future on this human.
I will let him kill me.
And at the brink of death—
I will carve my Kāma into him.
The crimson spiral closed in.
Akira's brow furrowed.
Something's wrong…
—Midohano: Godlight!
Crack!
The spiral disintegrated into crimson sparks.
Revealing Momoshiki's distorted face—
And his outstretched hand.
His chest was wide open.
Akira could've pierced him ten times over.
This wasn't killing.
It was suicide.
Akira's eyes darkened.
"I see what you're trying to do."
He grabbed Momoshiki's wrist like lightning.
Then looked him in the eye.
"You want to place Kāma on me, don't you?"
"?!"
A chill ran down Momoshiki's spine.
He tried to pull back.
Too late.
"Go ahead."
"See if you can."
Momoshiki—
I already severed our causality with Annihilating Śraddhā.
You will never establish a link through Kāma.
Why do I reject it so fiercely?
Because…
You're not strong enough.
Crack!
A stored Susanoo blade erupted from Futsunomitama, piercing Momoshiki's abdomen!
"AAAAAAHHH—!"
Momoshiki screamed, flying backward.
He crashed hard, mind reeling.
"Kāma failed… Impossible…"
"Does that mean… I'll really die?"
"And die for nothing?"
Akira walked toward him, expression cold.
Each step felt like it crushed Momoshiki's heart.
What is this man…
He knows our secrets.
He saw through me instantly.
Akira raised his hand.
So this is it…
Momoshiki smiled bitterly.
Survival of the fittest.
The strong rule.
That was his creed.
He lost.
So he accepted death.
"Human," he said hoarsely.
"Tell me your name."
"Uchiha Akira."
"I'll remember it," Momoshiki laughed fiercely.
"You will carry the glory of slaying a god—until your own destruction!"
So he really is Boruto's 'Momoshiki Lama,' huh…
"Not bad," Akira said quietly.
"You still have some heavenly dignity."
His palm aimed at Momoshiki's face.
Then—
A white figure suddenly appeared above.
"Sorry."
"Little Momo can't die here."
The newcomer grinned lazily, swinging a crimson fishing rod.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Countless red hooks rained down like a storm!
—Ame-no-Suhoshi no Mikoto!
Akira's lips curved upward.
"I was wondering."
"With waves this big…"
"How could there be no fisherman?"
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