A crisp mechanical tone echoed in Shuoye Uchiha's mind.
[System Notification]
Option 1: Accept the surrender.
Reward: Lava Release Kekkei Genkai
Option 2: Pretend to accept and plant a spy inside the Akatsuki.
Reward: S-rank Sealing Technique — Dead Demon Consuming Seal
Option 3: Refuse the surrender and execute immediately.
Reward: S-rank Random Summoning Inheritance
Shuoye's gaze sharpened beneath the night sky.
For him, surrender—real or feigned—was meaningless.
He did not pursue schemes or half-measures.
He pursued absolute strength.
Pure victory.
As for a bloodline limit… tempting, but unnecessary.
The uncertainty of a summoning inheritance intrigued him more.
"I choose Option 3."
His tone was calm, decisive.
Across from him, Kakuzu had just begun to relax.
He truly believed no one would refuse such a capable subordinate.
But in the instant his guard dropped—
Shuoye's blade flashed.
It pierced straight through Kakuzu's final heart.
"Konoha has no use for trash like you."
Kakuzu's body collapsed, disbelief frozen on his face.
"You… madman…"
He fell.
Dead.
Shisui Uchiha stepped forward, about to speak—
But Shuoye raised a hand, stopping him.
His eyes pierced the darkness beyond the battlefield.
"Watching long enough. Are you coming out?"
A faint trace of amusement laced his voice.
Everyone turned.
From the shadows emerged two figures.
Obito.
And—
Indra.
Shock rippled through the clearing.
"Indra…?" Shisui Uchiha breathed.
Obito spoke first.
"Yes. The true son of the Sage of Six Paths. The ancestor of the Uchiha."
"Konoha… surrender. This is your last chance."
"Quiet."
Shuoye moved.
His blade cut through space itself.
The slash nearly cleaved Obito in half.
"What?! How could you hit me?!"
Obito barely escaped, cold sweat pouring down his back.
He had almost died.
"Kamui isn't invincible."
Shuoye's voice was flat.
"Do you really think I can't kill you, Obito?"
If he hadn't wanted Obito's eyes intact, that strike would have ended him.
After awakening the Rinnegan, Shuoye's causal locking ability had evolved beyond spatial limitations.
If he chose—
No one could evade his blade.
The cost was merely immense chakra.
"Enough. Step back."
Indra appeared before Obito, authority radiating from him.
Obito lowered his head.
"Yes… my lord."
Indra's eyes turned to Shuoye.
"You're impressive. I like you."
"Hand over the Tailed Beasts you possess. Lead the shinobi world under my authority."
He smiled faintly.
"And I may allow you to remain its ruler."
Shuoye looked at him, expression cold.
"Indra…"
"One corpse after another returning from the grave. It's becoming troublesome."
"How about you join Konoha instead? I might even consider restoring you fully."
Indra laughed.
"You expect me to stand beneath another?"
"Then we'll settle this through strength."
His eyes spun—
Black flames ignited.
"Amaterasu."
The fire clung like fate itself.
But Shuoye had already moved.
The flames carved through empty air.
"Not bad," Indra murmured.
Then the battle erupted.
Indra's techniques were ancient, refined to terrifying precision.
His chakra density surpassed even Madara Uchiha at his peak.
More unsettling—
He was learning.
Watching.
Analyzing Shuoye's techniques mid-fight.
Shuoye responded in kind.
His movements blurred across the battlefield, countering, adapting.
Explosions tore through the forest.
The earth fractured beneath them.
Neither yielded.
In the distance, Madara Uchiha watched.
"So this is the power of the Sage's son…"
Even he felt the pressure.
Then—
His gaze locked onto Black Zetsu hiding in the shadows.
"Black Zetsu… you dare show yourself."
"Obito! Protect me!"
Black Zetsu shrieked.
Madara scoffed.
"Abandon the Eye of the Moon Plan, Obito. It was deception from the start."
"Kill Black Zetsu. Return."
Obito's voice trembled—but held.
"I've seen that world… with Rin… within the Infinite Tsukuyomi."
"I can't go back."
Madara's eyes turned cold.
"Then fight me."
They clashed.
Kamui warping space—
Madara's attacks crushing through it.
The battlefield fractured into chaos.
Shuoye and Indra.
Madara and Obito.
Two wars unfolding at once.
Under the night sky, Shuoye stood firm, eyes sharp as blades.
"Let's end this, Indra."
"Susanoo."
Brilliant light erupted.
A colossal Susanoo rose behind Shuoye, divine arms tearing through the sky.
Indra responded instantly.
His own Susanoo manifested.
The two titans collided—
Shockwaves shook mountains.
The air screamed.
The clash intensified.
Shuoye's eyes hardened.
"Still not conceding?"
"Planetary Devastation."
He formed seals.
A terrifying gravitational core burst into existence.
Indra snorted, unleashing Lightning Release to resist the pull.
Yet he was clearly being forced back.
"Interesting…"
He produced a piece of flesh infused with Hashirama's cells—
And swallowed it.
"To absorb Asura's chakra disgusts me."
"But losing to you would be worse."
His eyes shifted—
Rinnegan awakened.
The pressure skyrocketed.
Shuoye inhaled slowly.
In his palm—
The Tremor-Tremor Fruit materialized.
"Great Heavenly Quake."
He struck.
A shockwave tore toward Indra—
Only to rebound.
"What—?"
"Your techniques," Indra said coldly, "are now mine."
"So your Rinnegan copies abilities as well?"
Shuoye smiled.
"Then copy everything."
"Let's see your limit."
Two blades appeared in his hands.
One burned with blistering flame—Ryūjin Jakka.
The other radiated freezing light—Hyorinmaru.
Fire and frost intertwined.
"Slash."
Indra attempted to replicate Kamui—
But Shuoye's Rinnegan flared, locking causality itself.
Indra froze in place.
"Can't copy that?"
"Then let's compare chakra."
Shuoye's smile vanished.
"Yin Seal—Release."
"Conqueror's Haki—Coating."
Power exploded outward.
Vast chakra flooded his body.
Crimson-black lightning wrapped around both blades.
Fire and ice merged into a single apocalyptic strike.
The slash ripped across the battlefield—
Indra was blasted through mountains.
Dust engulfed the horizon.
Silence followed.
Even Madara paused.
When Indra rose from the rubble, his body was torn, blood staining his robes—
Yet his gaze remained defiant.
"This isn't over."
On the other side of the battlefield, Madara was relentlessly beating Obito back—
Until—
A voice echoed lightly through the chaos.
"Oh? What's all this noise?"
Space rippled.
A figure materialized.
Strange robes.
Cold eyes.
A faint, amused smile.
Ōtsutsuki Urashiki.
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