Izanagi

The five enormous gates formed an impenetrable cage, resembling the Rashomon gates but distinct in their own way. Each gate was adorned with lifelike depictions of celestial demons, malevolent spirits, deities, wraiths, and Asuras, evoking awe and unease.

The so-called Five Flames Divine Gates was one of the rare S-rank Fire Release techniques enshrined in the Uchiha family archives. It was a balanced jutsu excelling in confinement, offense, and defense. In terms of raw destructive power, it ranked slightly below the top-tier single-target S-rank jutsu but offered far greater versatility, including the ability to target multiple foes simultaneously.

Its only flaw was its enormous chakra consumption.

Gen glanced at Madara, who was still kneeling with his hands on the ground, pouring out chakra relentlessly to maintain the gates. Gen turned away in silent bitterness. The amount of chakra Madara was outputting now had already surpassed what two standard S-rank jutsu would require. The comparison was almost infuriating.

Suddenly, the engravings on the gates began to glow intensely. Brilliant white flames of chakra erupted, transforming the enclosed area into a sea of fire. The overwhelming heat smothered all other sensations.

"If you had this jutsu, why didn't you use it sooner? All this hesitation nearly got us killed!" Gen exclaimed, shamelessly marveling at the sight before him.

Cough...

Madara coughed violently, his body trembling uncontrollably as blood trickled from his mouth, nose, and ears. With a shaky voice, he muttered, "S-stop... talking nonsense. If you have any aces left, use them now. He's still holding on, and I'm at my limit..."

"How long can you last?"

"Three seconds. Tops."

"Good enough."

Gen's expression turned grave as his Sharingan focused intently on the five blazing gates. The tomoe spun wildly in his eyes as he silently counted down. He couldn't use Kamui yet. If he activated it now, the target would be the gates themselves, given their massive presence. Attempting to warp away such a colossal structure would place an unbearable strain on his Sharingan, possibly blinding it permanently. He had to wait until the gates vanished.

One... Two... Three!

The gates crumbled with a thunderous crash.

"KAMUI!" Gen shouted, his left eye transforming into a Mangekyō Sharingan with a triangular pattern. The air in the distance twisted violently as space distorted.

"Eight Trigrams Mountain-Crushing Strike!"

A concentrated beam of chakra erupted from Hyūga Akikaze's palm, the most devastating form of the Hyūga Clan's Eight Trigrams techniques. It was said to be capable of shattering small mountains.

Though Akikaze was battered and burned, his white eyes blazed with determination. He understood the peril of letting his guard down after an assault and unleashed his strongest move in a bid to turn the tables.

But something was amiss.

"What's going on?" he muttered. His body felt heavy, sluggish. In an instant, he realized the space around him was warping, pulling him down like a vortex.

"Gen, get out of there!" Madara yelled, forcing his exhausted body to leap away.

"I would if I could!" Gen snarled internally. But while channeling Kamui, his movements were severely restricted. Using the Flying Thunder God Technique to escape would waste the opportunity they'd painstakingly created. He needed one more second—just one more!

As time seemed to slow, a flash of insight struck Gen. They said that cockroaches could achieve bursts of genius-level intelligence in moments of extreme peril. Whether or not that was true, he felt like his IQ had shot past 240.

And he had a plan.

In the world of the Naruto universe, a certain forbidden Uchiha jutsu allowed one to rewrite the outcome of life-and-death encounters. With it, life and death were rendered meaningless.

Izanagi.

The Uchiha Clan's ultimate forbidden technique. It allowed the user to transcend mortality, converting death into mere illusion. The price? Permanent blindness in the eye that cast the jutsu.

The chakra beam pierced through Gen, leaving a gaping hole in his chest. Yet he stood firm, his left eye locked onto Akikaze. The spiraling space distortion intensified until the Hyūga elite was sucked entirely into the alternate dimension.

"Ding! Mission complete: Disrupted Hyūga Clan's supply operation and eliminated a Hyūga Elite Jonin. Award: 10,000 points."

As Akikaze vanished, the system's calm, mechanical voice echoed in Gen's mind.

With a thud, Gen collapsed face-first onto the ground, muttering bitterly, "Damned system. That wasn't just any Jonin; that was an Elite Jonin! Since when are Jonin this overpowered?"

"Gen!"

Madara stumbled toward him, his exhausted face stricken with worry. "Say something! Are you alive?"

"You're dead before I am, idiot," Gen growled weakly.

"Good! If you can insult me, you're still breathing." Madara sighed in relief, crouching beside him. But his eyes widened in shock as he examined Gen closely. "Wait... Weren't you impaled? Where's the wound?"

Suspicious, Madara grabbed Gen's head, forcing his face up. His breath caught as he saw the dull, lifeless state of Gen's right eye.

"You used Izanagi!" Madara exclaimed, his voice heavy with guilt. "This is my fault... If I hadn't dragged you into this mission, you wouldn't have had to resort to such a price. Losing a Sharingan... You're practically crippled now..."

"Crippled, my ass," Gen snorted. Closing his right eye, he mentally activated the system. The 30,000 points he'd accumulated included rewards from completing the mission and defeating Akikaze.

"System, restore my right eye."

"Restoring Sharingan vision will cost 10,000 points. Confirm?"

"Confirm!"

Warm energy flooded his right eye. When Gen reopened it, the three tomoe spun smoothly, showing no signs of impairment.

Madara's jaw dropped. "What... How?! It was blind just now!"

"Illusion-based space-time ninjutsu," Gen said smoothly, lying without hesitation. "You saw what looked like me getting impaled, but it was just a clever trick."

With a mix of relief and disbelief, Madara let it go. He'd long since learned not to question Gen's bizarre abilities too closely.

"Let's head back. This mission was nine parts disaster, one part success. Next time, you can solo it, 'Madara the Walking Disaster.'" Gen grumbled as they began their trek back.

But in his mind, a thought lingered: If I can restore my eyes this easily, what's to stop me from abusing Izanagi in the future?

As the forest swallowed their figures, Gen's lips curled into a faint, mischievous smile.

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