Chapter 94: Susano'o

In an instant, Uchiha Akira's newly developed jutsu—a fusion of Kamui and Lightning Release—obliterated the majority of the puppets on the battlefield.

"The strain on my ocular power is significant. I can't compare to Kakashi when he had the support of Six Paths power," Akira muttered, his eyes narrowing.

This technique had been a deliberate test of his new jutsu, and the results were undeniably impressive. However, the cost was steep: the enormous drain on his ocular energy.

"Even with Hashirama cells transplanted, a large-scale Kamui like this can only be used sparingly," he calculated. "At best, I can manage three to four uses in quick succession before exhausting myself."

Just as his thoughts trailed off, a deep, droning hum echoed through the air. Streams of golden light streaked across the sky, as if cutting through the heavens. Dozens of golden energy spheres surged from every direction, sealing off all avenues of retreat.

Akira didn't flinch. Standing his ground, he let the golden spheres crash down. His gaze locked firmly on three figures perched atop a rooftop several dozen meters away.

Boom! Boom!

A relentless chain of explosions erupted, swallowing Akira in searing light and heat. Everything within a 30-meter radius was reduced to ash, consumed by the devastating impact.

When the dust settled, Akira stood unscathed, his piercing gaze still fixed on the trio.

The three figures were peculiar—a couple and a middle-aged man, all dressed in white robes and turbans, with their eyes tightly shut. Despite their blindness, the powerful chakra emanating from them was palpable.

Upon realizing their assault had failed to harm Akira, a flicker of shock crossed their faces.

"So, you've finally shown yourselves," Akira sneered, studying them intently. "The Ōtsutsuki clan of the moon, I presume? From the looks of it, you're not as formidable as the legends claim."

"Sharingan? A descendant of the Sage of Six Paths!?" the middle-aged man exclaimed, as though he could somehow sense Uchiha Akira. "Who are you? And how do you know of the Ōtsutsuki clan?"

"Who am I? Uchiha Madara," Akira declared with unrestrained arrogance, his voice laced with disdain.

"Uchiha… Madara?" Confusion swept across the trio's faces. It was clear they had never heard the name.

The Ōtsutsuki clan on the moon rarely ventured to the Earth. Only a few years ago, when Uchiha Madara awakened the Rinnegan and summoned the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, did the lunar Ōtsutsuki perceive the Sage of Six Paths' world as a failure.

Believing it was time to fulfill Hamura Ōtsutsuki's destiny, they prepared to act. However, they lacked the power to intervene—until Toneri Ōtsutsuki was born, his immense potential and ability to awaken the Tenseigan rekindling their ambitions.

Despite their surveillance, their focus remained solely on the Hyūga clan. The rest of the Shinobi World held no interest to them—a doomed realm unworthy of their attention.

"You mean to tell me you've never heard of the great Uchiha Madara?" Akira laughed coldly. "Such ignorance. The descendants of the Sage's brother are nothing more than frogs in a well."

The insult struck a nerve. The middle-aged man's face darkened.

"I don't care who you claim to be. You trespassed on the moon without our permission, and that makes you an intruder to be eliminated. We have no need for a dead man's name."

"Arrogant fools," Akira spat, his expression filled with disdain. "Allow me to educate you on the power of Uchiha Madara!"

In the blink of an eye, Akira vanished, reappearing next to the young woman of the group. A kunai glinted in his hand as it aimed straight for her heart.

"Space-Time Ninjutsu!?" The trio's shock was palpable. Even among them, true mastery of Space-Time techniques was rare.

Although blind, they observed the world through the power of the Tenseigan. The woman swiftly raised her hand, a colossal repulsive force erupting from her palm.

BOOM!

The shockwave tore through the surroundings, leveling buildings in its wake. Yet, Akira's form phased through her entirely, his kunai passing harmlessly.

At the same time, a green energy sphere shot from the hands of the other two, hurtling toward Akira. It, too, phased through him, detonating violently against the ground behind him.

"He… he's intangible?" The trio grew increasingly wary, their faces grave.

"That repulsive force… chakra orbs…" Akira mused, his crimson Sharingan narrowing in contemplation.

The techniques they wielded were unmistakably Tenseigan-based. Their combat style was far removed from that of typical shinobi, leaning closer to a godlike scale. These battles were no longer about ninjutsu, taijutsu, or strategy—they had evolved into clashes of raw power, with massive explosions and devastating forces reshaping the battlefield.

"Using only Kamui won't be enough to deal with them," Akira realized. Their abilities, derived from the Tenseigan, rivaled the Rinnegan's gravitational powers. Working in tandem, they were difficult to overwhelm.

Moreover, their lack of eyes rendered them immune to visual genjutsu. Even if Akira dragged them into Kamui's dimension, he couldn't trap them with illusions—a stark contrast to Obito's usual method of ensuring his victims were defenseless once absorbed.

"They're a nuisance," Akira thought, his Sharingan gleaming ominously.

A moment later, his Mangekyō Sharingan flared to life, and a pillar of blue light erupted skyward. From the towering chakra surge emerged an immense figure—Susanoo.

The colossal warrior, clad in armor, stood over 100 meters tall. Its blazing blue chakra shimmered like fire, a massive sword clutched in its hands.

Seated at Susanoo's brow, Akira frowned. "As expected, I still can't fully manifest the Perfect Susanoo. My ocular power isn't strong enough—my Mangekyō Sharingan hasn't reached its peak."

The current form, though massive and imposing, was incomplete—a scaled-up version of the fourth-stage Susanoo, clad in armor but lacking the final refinement of the true Perfect Susano'o.

"Even so, this will more than suffice to deal with you," Akira declared coldly.

The three Ōtsutsuki stood frozen in terror, as though they could see the towering Susanoo looming before them.

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