No one could have predicted that such an imposing move, Might Guy's ultimate form, would have so little effect.
Might Guy, standing on unsteady legs, felt a pang of doubt creep into his heart. His Daytime Tiger—a technique capable of overwhelming even a Kage—had been reduced to nothing more than a gust of wind by Uzumaki Chito's casual tap.
For a fleeting moment, his resolve wavered. His father had given his life for Konoha, and as his son, Guy believed it was his duty to do the same. Yet, as he stood before this overwhelming force, he found his thoughts shifting. He wasn't focused on protecting Konoha anymore; instead, he wanted to prove his strength to this man, this living legend.
The hesitation passed quickly, replaced by renewed determination.
Might Guy gritted his teeth, and his chakra flared violently once more. "Eight Inner Gates, Gate of Death—OPEN!"
The atmosphere shifted instantly. The eighth and final gate unleashed a torrent of energy, red steam rising from Guy's body as his chakra transformed into raw, destructive force. His body screamed in protest, his bones cracking under the strain, but Guy pressed on. The price was steep—this was a technique that demanded the ultimate sacrifice.
The air around him burned, and the ground beneath his feet cracked as he prepared his final attack.
"Night Guy!"
The red aura surrounding him swirled into a massive, dragon-like form as Guy launched himself at Uzumaki Chito with a force that seemed to warp the air around him. His kick, honed with every ounce of his life force, tore through the distance between them in an instant.
This was a move capable of bringing even Madara Uchiha, a wielder of the Rinnegan, to the brink of death.
But against Uzumaki Chito, it wasn't enough.
Chito raised his arm, chakra condensing into a light blue armor that encased it. Guy's kick collided with the shield, and for the first time, a visible crack appeared. The ground trembled under the impact, and a shockwave rippled outward, but the damage stopped there. The shield remained intact, and Chito stood unmoved.
Even as his shield cracked slightly, Chito's expression remained calm. "Not bad," he said, his voice tinged with genuine admiration. "You've pushed a mortal body beyond its limits and managed to damage something of mine. That alone is worthy of praise."
But his words carried no warmth. To Chito, the effort was commendable, but ultimately futile.
Guy's body gave out, the toll of the Eight Inner Gates too much to bear. He collapsed onto the ground, steam rising from his withered form. His ultimate move had only managed to crack a chakra shield—one Chito had created with little effort.
Konoha's final hope had fallen.
Chito's gaze swept across the scene, lingering on Hiruzen's pale, despairing face. "Is this all Konoha has to offer?" he asked softly. "Have you fallen so far from the ideals of the village my disciple once envisioned?"
Hiruzen's hands clenched into fists, his teeth gritting in frustration. But he said nothing. What could he say? The truth of Chito's words was undeniable.
Chito raised his hand, and the shattered tiles and debris around him began to rise into the air, twisting into sharp, jagged shapes. His intentions were clear—he was preparing to destroy Konoha.
Naruto watched from behind, fear and confusion warring in his eyes. He couldn't reconcile the kindness Chito had shown him moments ago with the destruction he now threatened to unleash.
Chito's voice was cold as he murmured, "This is not the Konoha I knew. The village that Hashirama built with his ideals is long gone. This... abomination... isn't worth preserving."
Just as he was about to unleash the devastation, a sharp, angry voice interrupted him.
"Uzumaki Chito!"
Chito turned his head, his movements unhurried. His eyes settled on the source of the voice—Danzo Shimura.
Danzo stepped forward, his usual stoicism replaced with raw intensity. In a dramatic motion, he tore the bandages from his face, revealing a scarred visage and a single blood-red eye embedded in its socket.
The eye was unmistakable to all who saw it.
"Sharingan."
Gasps rippled through the remaining shinobi. This was no ordinary Sharingan. The eerie pattern in its pupil, distinct from the three-tomoe, carried an ominous air. It was the Mangekyō Sharingan—a treasure of the fallen Uchiha Clan.
Without hesitation, Danzo activated the eye's ultimate technique. "Kotoamatsukami!"
The most powerful genjutsu in existence surged forth, its influence invading Chito's mind. It wasn't a simple illusion but a technique that rewrote the will of its target, bending them to the caster's desires without their knowledge.
The weight of Danzo's will crashed into Chito's consciousness like a tidal wave. It was a technique that had no equal, capable of subtly altering reality itself.
For a moment, silence reigned.
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