Kaito's eyes gleamed with cold amusement as he stepped forward. His voice, calm yet laced with finality, sliced through the tension like a blade.
"All your stolen Sharingan, all your experiments… yet you'll never grasp what it truly means to wield this power."
Then, Susanoo began to change.
The skeletal frame, once a crude ribcage, expanded—pulsing with golden radiance. Unlike the raw, unrefined growth of other Susanoo forms, this transformation was deliberate. Purposeful. Absolute.
The golden aura surrounding it didn't merely shine—it breathed, pulsed, lived. More than light, it was something deeper, something woven into the very fabric of reality.
Jagged bones stretched skyward, twisting into a colossal torso. Arms materialized—massive, commanding, each movement rippling with raw energy. A hollow-eyed head took shape, its spectral glow exuding silent dominance.
But it didn't stop there.
Golden chakra threads wove through the structure, forming intricate patterns—not just markings, but seals of power. Instead of mere muscle wrapping around bone, radiant energy veins pulsed beneath its surface, illuminating celestial symbols unseen on any Susanoo before.
It was no longer just a construct.
It was a force of nature.
And then—it moved.
The air shuddered. The battlefield trembled, as if even reality itself struggled to contain its presence.
A longsword materialized in its right hand—not just a weapon, but an extension of Kaito's will. Its golden surface shimmered, distorting the very air around it, space bending at its edges like ripples in a fractured mirror.
From a distance, Obito narrowed his eyes, his voice barely a whisper.
"This isn't just Susanoo... It's something more."
The battlefield felt different. Oppressive. Twisted.
For the first time in his life, Danzo Shimura felt the weight of absolute power.
Kaito's golden Susanoo stepped forward—and reality warped.
The Root operatives didn't need to be told twice. They ran.
"RUN!" Danzo's voice rang out, his instincts screaming.
One by one, his men flickered through the battlefield, their Body Flicker Technique activating in rapid succession. Yet—
They weren't moving at all.
One by one, the Root shinobi froze. Their desperate escape became an illusion, their bodies locked in place as if time itself had abandoned them.
"W-What?!" A masked operative gasped, his breath ragged, his limbs unresponsive.
Danzo's heart dropped.
His fingers curled into fists, forcing composure, but his mind raced.
"An illusion? No... this is different!"
Then, he saw it—the space around Kaito's Susanoo was subtly, unmistakably distorted.
The air rippled—not like heat waves, but something far more unnatural.
Obito's gaze darkened. "His second pupil technique…"
And then, the crushing realization struck Danzo like a blade to the chest:
Escape was impossible.
Even if he used Izanagi, even if he sacrificed another eye to rewrite fate itself—Kaito could simply rewrite reality again.
"This is beyond Sharingan power... this is something entirely different!"
His teeth clenched. His pride roared, but logic whispered the bitter truth:
"I have to retreat."
Kaito's golden Susanoo lifted its sword once more. The air around its blade fractured.
Danzo didn't hesitate.
He vanished.
His presence melted into the night.
From a safe distance, Danzo ground his teeth. His mind reeled.
Everything I do is for Konoha.
The Root operatives he abandoned? Expendable.The Uchiha clan? A necessary sacrifice.
And yet—his chest burned.
"The accursed Uchiha brat… when I become Hokage, I will make you pay for today."
Then—
A presence.
Perched atop the ruins of the Uchiha compound, a lone figure watched.
The dying embers of the battlefield cast long, flickering shadows over his face. His Hokage robes swayed in the night wind.
Sarutobi Hiruzen had arrived.
Hiruzen's gaze lingered on the golden titan before him. A heavy sigh escaped his lips."So… this is the monster we created."