"At last… we've finally arrived…"

Myōshiki stood outside the planet's orbit, gazing upon the beautiful blue sphere before him. From the depths of his heart, he sighed in wonder.

"What a planet brimming with life. Truly worthy of Lord Shibai's choice as his place of transcendence… Even I find it hard to bear destroying such a world."

Yet, despite his words, the cruel gleam in Myōshiki's eyes flickered relentlessly.

As if he could possibly refrain from destroying it!

This was the very planet where one of the Ōtsutsuki clan's gods had once ascended… Perhaps within a handful of soil, a trace of seawater, or even a breath of air—

There might be fragments of Shibai's divine remains, infinitely precious and intoxicating!

Thus, Myōshiki had long since made up his mind—he would consume this planet completely, thoroughly, until not even a scrap remained between his teeth!

"The chance to ascend into godhood has fallen into my hands…"

Exalting in his own fervor, Myōshiki proclaimed loudly: "Ryōshiki—arrogant and slothful despite his so-called talent! In the end, he will lose to one such as I, who labors with diligence. And this Ōtsutsuki clan, stagnant for tens of thousands of years, shall be led by me, its Patriarch, to a new height!"

With a sweep of his billowing sleeves, his pupils glinted with power, and in an instant Myōshiki stepped through the folds of space-time, descending toward the shinobi world.

Moments after his departure, however—

Upon the very spot once occupied by the Patriarch's aide—

Ryōshiki appeared.

All along the way, Myōshiki had driven himself madly, forcing his dōjutsu to leap through one alternate space after another, desperate to reach the shinobi world first and seize this opportunity…

But Ryōshiki had discovered him early, trailing him without the slightest effort, never once shaken off.

"A beautiful planet indeed… But Lord Shibai, are you truly nothing more than a bleached skeleton—or a deadly trap lying in wait?"

Ryōshiki smiled faintly as he gazed upon the Shinobi World.

"Well… whatever the truth, it matters not to me. Let Myōshiki pave the way first."

For in Ryōshiki's eyes—

There were far too many suspicious threads entangled in this affair.

The Ōtsutsuki clan's method of reincarnation—Kama—was indeed a fearsome ability, but it came with no shortage of preconditions.

Foremost among them: finding a vessel capable of withstanding one's power.

And could Uchiha Kazuki, a mere lowborn creature from some backwater planet, possibly bear the weight of that god's strength?

Even among the Ōtsutsuki, warriors like Isshiki… Ryōshiki could not believe they would be capable of bearing Shibai's might.

Thus, by his intuition, this seemed more like Shibai's Kama, on the verge of dissolving, had barely managed to seize Kazuki's body—only to then grow frantic in its search for a proper vessel in which to preserve himself.

And only afterward had Isshiki's plea for aid arisen.

Otherwise, even if Kazuki had received but a sliver of Shibai's strength—against Isshiki, or against the likes of Momoshiki and Urashiki from another space-time—

How could he have possibly survived, let alone needed to beg for help?

This entire matter, though dressed as great fortune—

Was also a great crisis.

"Lord Shibai… could it be that your true targets are none other than Myōshiki and me, your juniors? After all, these bodies of ours, having devoured countless Chakra Fruits and reached the brink of their limits, would be the most fitting vessels to restore you to your peak…"

Ryōshiki's lips curved into a cold smile as he spoke with amusement.

"If that's the case, then what a terrifying, monstrous schemer you are…"

"But still—"

"To have the chance to cross hands with you across space itself, ah, what a thrill it is!"

...

Shinobi World.

Within a certain alternate space, Kazuki's brows furrowed.

The withered remains of Shibai, sealed within him by temporal energy, had long lain dormant—yet now they trembled faintly, straining to release a breath of aura!

"So… it's found a suitable reincarnate? In other words, they've truly arrived…"

Kazuki's mind raced like lightning. In that instant, his ocular power gathered to its peak, and he loosened the seal upon Shibai's withered bones…

In that moment—

Kazuki clearly saw it. The peculiar chakra aura seeping through the cracks of the seal branched in two distinct directions.

Which meant—

The remains of Ōtsutsuki Shibai were attempting to lure not one, but two targets.

"The enemy… so there are two at once! One is Ōtsutsuki Myōshiki, and the other must almost certainly be Patriarch Ryōshiki…"

At once, Kazuki condensed his chakra into space-time energy, resealed Shibai's remains, and immediately began a chain of alternate-space leaps, fleeing from his current location.

Open, close—within the span of a heartbeat, it was done.

And in that very same moment, both Myōshiki and Ryōshiki, who had already reached the shinobi world, felt an inexplicable surge of desire rise from the depths of their bloodline… only for it to vanish a heartbeat later.

As if it had been nothing more than an illusion.

"Lord Shibai, you truly are here! Your power is beckoning to me!" Myōshiki roared with laughter, unleashing his Dōjutsu, as he tried to divine the location of Shibai's remains.

"Hm? What's this…?"

Myōshiki's brows furrowed. His dōjutsu did not yield him a clear answer. Instead, it produced a muddled tangle of possibilities, layered upon one another.

For the remains, wrapped in space-time energy, theoretically existed in a quantum superposition across multiple timelines—each time they were foreseen, their coordinates shifted anew.

"As expected of Lord Shibai… even my dōjutsu cannot predict with precision. But no matter—it's in the hands of Uchiha Kazuki, isn't it? First, let me check where Isshiki and the others are…"

Channeling chakra through the Ōtsutsuki clan's unique sensory bloodline, Myōshiki sought out other beings carrying the clan's lineage nearby.

"Isshiki and those brats from another space-time—something's happened to them?"

Failing to sense Isshiki and the rest, Myōshiki pondered for a moment, then smiled.

"Well, that's only natural. After all, Uchiha Kazuki has inherited the power of Lord Shibai. For the likes of Isshiki and those other little upstarts to hold out until my support arrived… the odds were slim indeed."

"No matter. They were only ordinary members of the main family. The Ōtsutsuki clan has no shortage of those! Isshiki, by reporting the location of Lord Shibai's remains to me, your death has meaning."

"And although I haven't found Isshiki, I have detected a few hybrids… surely the descendants of that branch-family woman, Kaguya. I'll seize them first, and see whether their souls hold any trace of information about the usurper, Uchiha Kazuki!"

With that, Myōshiki stepped into an alternate space and raced swiftly toward the place where the Sage of Six Paths and Ōtsutsuki Hamura resided.

Meanwhile, in another alternate space, Ryōshiki felt the agitation burning through his bloodline and gave a soft laugh.

"Lord Shibai, have you noticed me? But rest assured—unless I see an opportunity for a decisive blow, one that could truly subdue you, I won't act rashly."

"After all, you are a venerable elder. I intend to face you in this final contest with proper respect!"

...

"Tobirama, the enemy is here!"

From within Senju Tobirama, Kazuki's long-silent voice suddenly rang out: "Get everyone out of here immediately! Use that technique as a tool for retreat—hurry and escape!"

"The enemy is far too powerful. I have no confidence in defeating them. This is no joke!"

Tobirama, who had been engrossed in further refining the great formation, suddenly widened his eyes. Without hesitation, his hands flashed into seals—

"Allied Shinobi Forces, assemble!"

An alarm thundered across the camp!

In that instant—

Whether human or beast, genin or Kage-level shinobi, even sages—every member of the alliance swiftly found their place. From barracks, training grounds, mess halls, they surged forth like streams converging into a great river, gathering in perfect order within moments.

This was one of the fruits of the year's training under Senju Tobirama's leadership—

Rapid assembly!

When the enemy struck, they had to unite as one at the greatest speed, preventing the shame of the great formation going unused because the enemy had already begun their assault.

"The forty-ninth drill begins, eh, Tobirama?"

Uchiha Izuna stood at his side, in his usual place as one of the commanding shinobi, speaking with deep emotion: "Even after seeing it so many times, it still amazes me—once scattered into dozens of hidden villages, now shinobi can form such a disciplined whole…"

But Tobirama did not reply. Instead, he was conversing with Kazuki within him.

"Hide? Kazuki, don't joke with me!"

"If we let you fight alone at the front while the rest of us cower as cowards behind you, then we may as well die instead!"

"A year is not long, but through this collective training, I've come to see that shinobi have the potential to unite."

"Kazuki, neither I nor the Shinobi Alliance will flee! We will stand in front of you, fighting to aid you against the invaders. And if we cannot defeat them, I will do everything in my power to gather intelligence for you!"

"I, together with the Shinobi Alliance fighting at my side, are not burdens for you to protect. We are the blade that charges ahead of you, Kazuki!"

Tobirama spoke seamlessly, as though he had rehearsed these words within his heart countless times, waiting for this very moment to speak them with conviction and sway Kazuki.

"This time, don't even think of pushing me aside! Last time, when we vowed to seal Kaguya together, you tossed me aside to endure alone!"

And with a furious roar, both in his heart and aloud, Senju Tobirama shouted: "Attention on all fronts—activate Allied Shinobi Forces Technique, forty-ninth operation!"

—"Acknowledged!"

—"Iwagakure division fully assembled, beginning chakra supply!" Ōnoki shouted as he regulated and coordinated the power of the Iwa shinobi.

—"Kumogakure, Kirigakure, Konohagakure, and the other corps are assembled!" the Third Raikage, Kaguya Jinzaburo, Sarutobi Hiruzen, and Hanzō bellowed in voices like thunder.

—"Chakra flow stabilized! We can now enter combat state!" Uzumaki Mito, Senju Hashirama, Namikaze Minato, and the others responsible for filtering stray thoughts and organizing chakra flow swiftly synchronized with the vanguard's rhythm.

—"All dōjutsu users, release ocular power!" Senju Tobirama swept his arm and gave the order.

In an instant, three pitch-black tomoe appeared at every shoulder across the field—manifestations of Kazuki's soul imprint.

This was not only a seal, but also a method of rapidly linking them all together.

At that moment—

A colossal Susanoo, forged from the combined might of countless ocular powers, rose skyward!

Most of the shinobi, linked through the soul imprint, were transformed into pure chakra, becoming the energy source and very heart of this Kazuki-style Susanoo.

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