*BOOM*!"
A deafening explosion echoed through the battlefield, unleashing a billowing white steam that enveloped the scene, shrouding the landscape littered with lifeless bodies and severed heads drenched in crimson. As the smoke cleared,
Indra stood there with a cold look on his face. Haru amidst the aftermath, gasping for breath.
Haru just summoned a huge amount of his chakra to power up that powerful fire dragon attack seeing the dust that cleared, he saw that Indra stood there with a cold look on his face unfazed by his attack.
A surge of frustration engulfed Haru; his meticulously crafted attack had failed to find its mark. In the wake of his unsuccessful assault, Indra's lips curled into an arrogant smile, and a disdainful glint shone in his eyes. Haru's anger flared at the sight of this composed Uchiha.
*BOOM*!"
A huge amount of chakra started to pour out of Indra like a subsequent surge of chakra emanated from Indra, resembling a cascading waterfall, accompanied by a transformation in his eyes.
Indra's eyes changed from the 3 tomoe to a a continuous circular Mangekyo Sharingan, akin to the Rinnegan.
Cold sweat began to form on Haru's forehead, He never felt power this immense and terrifying he began to remember the first time he saw a tailed beast in action
Haru, now perspiring with anxiety, vividly recalled the sheer terror he felt as a child witnessing a tailed beast in action. The memory of attempting to face one.
He saw one of the most terrifying attacks of his life when he tried to fight a tailed beast. The immense purple orb, and the devastation it Brought upon the land haunted him the tailed beast unleashed the attack the impact caused almost the entire geographical land to change.
Swallowing his fear, he confronted Indra defiantly.
"I didn't expect you to escape that attack. You're strong, but that won't stop me from killing you."
as Haru said that the clash escalated into a taijutsu battle only Haru tried but Haru's attempts to strike Indra in his ribs, Indra deftly caught Haru's fist, his movements a seamless dance of precision. In a fluid motion, he followed through with a swift and well-aimed kick to Haru's ribs.
"Aaah!"
A haunting howl echoed through the air, a symphony of agony that sent shivers down the spines of those who bore witness. The crows, perched on the skeletal branches of nearby trees, took flight, their dark forms scattering against the ominous sky as if fleeing from the wailing despair below.
In response to the agonized cry, Indra's lips curved into a cold smile—a calculated expression of satisfaction. With a fluid motion, he propelled himself into the air, executing a mesmerizing spinning kick that found its mark with unerring precision
"BANG*!"
Haru's figure was sent hurtling through the air, his body crashing against a rugged outcrop located a mere 20 feet from his initial stance, Haru thought that Indra was only good at ninjutsu, but he never thought that he was equally as terrifying in taijutsu.
*Cough*!"
echoed through the battlefield as red liquid, escaped from his mouth. Blood ran down his nose, ears, and shoulder, marking the toll exacted by the relentless blows from Indra.
Haru, gritting his teeth against the searing pain, fought to regain his footing. As he rose, he swiftly bit his finger, coaxing forth a small bead of blood that dripped onto the ground. With deft movements the sealing the formula then was pasted onto the ground.
"Summoning Jutsu!"
'Poof!"
A huge cloud of white smoke covered the area making the surroundings and the people watching the fight go blind for a second.
*Roar*!"
a thunderous Roar resonated, shaking the very foundation of the battlefield. The sound waves surged outward, uprooting the surrounding ground with a force that manifested in
cracks snaking across the terrain. The earth itself seemed to tremble in response to the impending arrival of this beast.
the battlefield, anticipation building in the hearts of both spectators and combatants alike. A hushed murmur spread through the crowd, signaling the commencement of a summoning of legendary proportions.
Suddenly, emerging from the smoke and shadows, the colossal form of a Flame Tiger materialized, a creature of awe-inspiring magnitude.
A huge tiger that stood at an imposing height of around 50 meters, its pure white fur adorned with bold black stripe markings. Tinges of ethereal blue flames flickered and danced along its magnificent form, casting an otherworldly glow that illuminated the surrounding chaos.
"Oh my, it's the infamous Flame Tiger summoning."
"The Flame tiger race is nearing extinction since they are hunted for their fur, there haven't been more than 2 sightings of a Flame tiger in the entire shinobi world this is recorded information in the Recorded books, this race of tigers is an ancient race of tigers that were around and overpopulated in the era of Hagoromo.
Perched atop the towering Flame Tiger you could vaguely see Haru's figure standing on top of the creature's head he is currently looking down on Indra like an ant.
From this elevated vantage point, he looked down upon Indra like a regal monarch surveying his realm. Indra, diminished in comparison, seemed no more significant than an ant in the face of Haru's newfound dominance.
Haru declared, his voice cutting through the air.
"You should congratulate yourself for seeing this, you're one of the many few to get to see this Summoning jutsu, but one thing that is in common with my enemies is that they do not see this summon more than once.
With that, Haru, atop his towering steed, awaited Indra's response, the aura of confidence surrounding him like a regal cloak.
*BOOM*!"
The very ground beneath them began to quiver and shake, sending ripples through the air. An ominous display of nature's unrest accompanied the sudden emergence of clouds, crackling with bursts of lightning that seemed to materialize out of the void.
Amidst this atmospheric upheaval, an imposing figure materialized—a colossal Susanoo avatar with a regal presence. Its two wings stretched majestically, adorned in samurai armor, and wielded a katana with an otherworldly elegance. The mask it bore resembled an Oni, with piercing red eyes that surveyed the battlefield, casting an ominous gaze upon the white tiger and Haru.
A murmur swept through the spectators,
"Is that Susanoo?"
The answer came swiftly,
"It is, that is Lord Madara's Jutsu."
Countless gasps of awe and admiration emanated from the Uchiha on the sidelines, their devotion to Indra deepening with each passing moment.
Countless gasps of awe and admiration emanated from the Uchiha on the sidelines, their devotion to Indra deepening with each passing moment.
As Haru stared up at the towering and overwhelming aura of the Susanoo. the realization dawned upon him. Summoning his once-trump card was an act of confident arrogance, but the size and power of Indra's Susanoo eclipsed his expectations. The very ground seemed to shudder beneath the weight of this colossal manifestation.
In the midst of this monumental presence, Haru's earlier thoughts of victory began to crumble. The once-foolish confidence gave way to a stark understanding—his jutsu was no match for this towering force. Haru's lips moved slowly, a quiet admission amidst the chaos,
Haru start to slowly talk.
"For the Senju, I know I'll die in this fight, but i know that you will eventually follow."
"Aaaah"
A primal roar echoed through the battlefield as Haru unleashed a war cry, a manifestation of his unyielding determination. In response, Indra, with a commanding presence, guided his colossal Susanoo. The air crackled with anticipation as he unsheathed his katana, the glint of steel reflecting.
*BOOM*!"
Suddenly, a thunderous BOOM resonated through the surroundings, creating a surreal stillness. It was as if time itself had paused, freezing the very essence of the battlefield. Trees stood in silent witness, their leaves unmoved, and the clouds hung motionless in the air.
The once expansive blue sky now morphed into an otherworldly tableau. It fractured and divided, a White rupture that defied the laws of nature. It was as though the fabric of space itself had been torn asunder, an awe-inspiring spectacle that unfolded around the epicenter of the battle.
In this suspended moment, the clash between the colossal Susanoo and the Flame Tiger, with Haru perched atop, took on an ethereal quality. The battlefield became a canvas of white cracks and everything around them became nothing but white cracks in the air leaving a sliced in half white tiger , the visual representation of the titanic struggle between two warriors and the overwhelming power they wielded.
The spectators, caught in the grip of this breathtaking anomaly, watched in awe as the very foundations of reality seemed to quiver. Haru, with his war cry still echoing in the stillness, faced the impending strike from Indra's katana as the fractured space bore witness to the climax of this extraordinary battle.
"Is this truly the extent of your capabilities?" Indra's disdainful words echoed through the air.
"Well, what more should I anticipate from the descendants of Ashura?" His voice resonated with a mixture of disappointment and condescension as he commenced the sweeping motion of his colossal Susanoo's katana.
"Swoosh*!"
A sudden "Swoosh*!" shattered the silence as a towering katana, colossal in size, cleaved through the air with a mighty descent. The earth quivered beneath its impact, leaving Haru sundered amid the appearance of white cracks that etched the very fabric of reality.
In that singular moment, the battlefield transformed into a surreal tableau, reminiscent of an enraged deity's wrath unleashed upon the mortal plane. The awe-struck witnesses could hardly fathom the scale of the extraordinary clash that unfolded, leaving them in the reverent grip of an otherworldly spectacle.
The enthralling spectacle unfolded, leaving Haru with nothing but the cold embrace of his imminent demise.
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