Hello, Kaguya-chan!

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As the dire circumstances reached a peak, Koushin, drawing upon the deep reservoirs of his Arcane Sage Energy, began to channel his power in a way none had seen before. His blonde hair transformed, taking on a silvery hue that mirrored the ethereal light of Magicka. Violet eyes turned into a mesmerizing tapestry of shifting colors.

Without uttering a word, Koushin reached out, taking Ino's hand in his own. An immediate exchange of energy took place. The rush of Magicka, combined with the protective essence of his Sage Mode, flowed through Ino, fortifying her against the moon's treacherous influence.

The energy exchange didn't stop there. From Naruto and Hinata to Shikamaru, Temari, and even the seasoned Kage like Tsunade and Mei Terumi, each felt the infusion of Koushin's protective power. One by one, they stood stronger, the mental shackles that sought to imprison them dissipating. The silvery outlines of arcane barriers shimmered briefly around each shinobi, signifying their newfound resistance against the looming genjutsu.

The effects of the moon's eerie patterns began to wane, their control over the shinobi diminishing. The battlefield, once gripped by an almost suffocating tension, breathed a collective sigh of relief.

"You can share your Genjutsu Immunity?" Itachi asked, momentarily taken aback. His tone was a mix of surprise and appreciation, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

"Splendid!" he continued, clearly impressed. Despite the chaos and the high stakes, Itachi's acknowledgment was not lost on Koushin. But there was no time for idle chatter or self-congratulation.

Others looked in horror as the branches of God: Nativity of a World of Trees covered everywhere their eyes could see. Naruto's heightened senses felt the horror all around the globe. This wasn't happening there only; it was happening all around the world.

Koushin, instead, looked pissed. He knew his chances of stopping the resurrection of Kaguya were nigh impossible, but he wasn't expecting Itachi to be tricked this easily. He was royally pissed.

Ino clutched his hand tighter, her nails digging into his skin. Her face was as pale as the moonlight, reflecting her unspoken terror. Koushin, sensing her distress, tightened his grip on her hand in silent reassurance. His Magicka Sage Mode was in full effect, his ethereal aura dancing around him. The arcane symbols on his skin glowed with a soft intensity, ready to release their pent-up energy.

They watched as the Yin part of the Ten Tails was siphoned from Itachi. His face contorted in anguish, yet that mad smile remained untouched, plastered across his face. He knew what he was doing. Itachi's unwavering focus was on a single mission: avenging his brother. When Zetsu offered him the ultimatum, he accepted it without hesitation. If Sasuke couldn't live, then nobody should.

Koushin, though acutely aware of the gravity of the situation, smirked slightly. "Itachi, of all the ways you could've gone out, getting your energy sucked out by a talking plant was not on my bingo card."

Itachi, despite the excruciating pain, managed to throw Koushin a sharp, sidelong glance. It said everything: Not now.

Koushin's Magicka Sage Mode aura flared brighter, like an iridescent storm. His appearance, marked by the shifting colors of his eyes and the arcane symbols etched on his skin, was both formidable and ethereal.

Ino's grip on his hand grew tighter. "Koushin, we need a plan, and fast."

Koushin nodded, releasing her hand momentarily. He channeled Magicka energy, casting a protective Arcane Shield around them. The shimmering barrier, reflecting the kaleidoscopic hues of the Northern Lights, stood between the shinobi and the encroaching tree roots.

"Everyone, close in!" he ordered.

Naruto and Hinata, hands interlocked, raced towards the shield. Kakashi, flanked by Sai and Shin, brought up the rear. The Kage—Tsunade, Mei Terumi, A, Rasa, and Oonoki—strategically positioned themselves, ready to counter any incoming threat.

Soon Itachi started to expand, his once regular form morphing grotesquely as it grew in size. Ten meters, then fifteen, his transformation seemed to defy the laws of physics. But as quickly as he expanded, the process reversed. A woman stood in the air where Itachi once floated. Her skin was as pale as porcelain, with long, cascading white hair that trailed behind her like a spectral veil. Soft, regal features adorned her face, with eyebrows that were trimmed short and round, hinting at a nobility from times long past. Her eyes, clear and devoid of any discernible color, stared down at the shinobi assembled below. The third eye, situated right in the center of her forehead, was a startling addition to her already enigmatic appearance. Horns, a rich shade of brown, protruded from her head, adding an eerie contrast to her ethereal beauty. The high-collared hime-kimono she wore was adorned with tomoe patterns, enhancing her regal appearance.

Below, Koushin's eyes narrowed as he took in the spectacle, but his attention quickly shifted to Naruto. An internal monologue raged within him. 'Why hasn't the old fucker intervened yet? Does Sasuke's absence change his apparence as well? I thought he would still bestow Naruto some power' He pondered, clearly referencing the Sage of Six Path.

Kaguya's pale visage surveyed the battleground before turning her clear, emotionless gaze to the assembled shinobi. "This place is my nursery. I cannot let you damage it any further. I will just make you vanish."

As she unleashed her dimension-altering ability, Koushin felt a familiar pull, the sensation of being sucked into another dimension. But he did nothing to stop it. Instead, he made sure every single shinobi, friend or foe, was taken with them, ensuring no one was left behind. The sensation of being yanked through space and time was disorienting, but the group landed together in the new dimension, ready for battle.

The dimension they found themselves in was a vast desert, the sand beneath their feet shimmering from the intense heat. The sky overhead was a hue of orange and red, with no sign of the sun or any discernible landmarks. It was as if they had been transported to a barren wasteland, the perfect arena for a battle without distractions.

Across the sands, Kaguya levitated effortlessly, her white hair flowing like a river of moonlight. The third eye on her forehead remained fixated on them, assessing each one of them.

Koushin and Ino landed gracefully on Paarthurnax's head, the large dragon stabilizing under their weight as they advanced towards the white-haired deity. The vast expanse of desert stretched infinitely around them, creating an isolating ambiance.

Koushin, his silver hair flowing in an unseen wind and eyes filled with shifting colors, met Kaguya's gaze evenly. There was a moment of tension, a quiet beat of anticipation, before Koushin broke the silence. "Hello, Kaguya-chan."

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