"Father! Earthling—you're courting death!"
Toneri watched his father fall, and fury and grief tore through him. He couldn't accept such a brutal death—couldn't tolerate Shuoye Uchiha standing there like it was nothing.
"Awaken… the Tenseigan!"
He forced the fusion at full speed. To make up for the missing boost from Hinata's bloodline, he directly absorbed the bloodlines of the others—draining them dry.
Shuoye's gaze sharpened. His brows knit, annoyance flashing across his mind.
He had meant to kill Toneri before the fusion finished.
He was a heartbeat late.
Toneri's aura surged—twisted and powerful. The moment the fusion succeeded, the atmosphere itself felt wrong.
Toneri opened his eyes. A strange light pulsed within his pupils—an unmistakable power that belonged to the Tenseigan alone.
He threw his head back and roared, smug and unrestrained.
"Shuoye, you're dead this time! You'll pay for everything you've done!"
The air seemed to congeal around them.
"Hahaha! This Earthling is finished—Toneri succeeded!"
"We can't let him die too easily!"
"When this is over, we'll torture him to death!"
The other lunar branch members felt Toneri's strength and grew excited, shouting threats and boasting about destroying Earth.
"A bunch of… trash."
Shuoye stared at them without the slightest softness left in his eyes.
He could feel the overwhelming power rippling from Toneri—and along with it, a trace that made his expression shift.
Sage Mode.
Shuoye's lips curved faintly.
"Sage Mode… interesting."
He didn't have time to savor it.
Toneri was already attacking.
He blurred forward like a specter, chakra gathering in his palms as he slammed toward Shuoye.
Shuoye shifted half a step and let the strike pass cleanly by.
His own chakra rose to meet Toneri's—heavy, vast, and controlled.
"Sage Mode… natural energy."
"I'll try it too."
Mystic markings surfaced around Shuoye, rings of runes forming as if his body had begun to resonate with the world itself.
Toneri's face changed.
"You can do it too? Impossible!"
The shock spread through the lunar clan. They had believed Toneri's Tenseigan and Sage Mode would crush anything in this world.
Toneri snarled, anger burning through the disbelief.
"So what if you have Sage Mode? You're still dying today!"
He lunged again.
Shuoye only smiled, feeling the power filling his limbs.
With Sage Mode reinforcing him, his speed, strength, and perception rose sharply.
He slipped past Toneri's blows and countered without wasted motion.
The fight escalated in an instant.
Fists cut through the air, chakra collisions pulsing outward like thunder. The space around them trembled, as if the lunar surface might crack under the pressure.
Toneri had the Tenseigan.
Toneri had Sage Mode.
Yet Shuoye's foundation—his experience, his control—kept the battle locked in a dead heat.
Every exchange felt like it could decide life and death.
—
Far away on Earth, Kushina Uzumaki and others waited in mounting anxiety.
"Shuoye…"
No one knew what he was facing.
—
On the moon, Toneri's confidence began to fracture.
"How are you this strong?!"
He had thought the Tenseigan would guarantee victory.
But Shuoye's Rinnegan-like gaze seemed to read everything. Whatever Toneri tried—every technique, every shift in rhythm—was answered and dismantled.
Panic crept into Toneri's chest.
"This can't be real!"
He roared and tried a mental control technique—
And found Shuoye unmoved.
Completely immune.
Toneri's face darkened. He threw a brutal punch, trying to settle it with force.
Shuoye dodged easily.
Then he flickered behind Toneri and brought a sharp chop down on the back of his neck.
Toneri's vision spun. His body dropped to the ground.
"Is that all?"
Shuoye looked down, disdain clear in his eyes.
Toneri forced himself up. He couldn't accept it.
"Chakra… absorb!"
He surged forward again, aiming to drain Shuoye dry.
Shuoye didn't resist.
He let it happen.
Toneri's eyes widened.
He couldn't drain it.
Shuoye's chakra depth was absurd—so deep it made Toneri feel like he'd grabbed the ocean with bare hands.
"Don't mess with me! Banshō… Puppet!"
Toneri roared and summoned a massive giant puppet to crush Shuoye.
"Giant games?"
"Susanoo."
Shuoye answered with a calm thought.
A towering Susanoo rose, meeting the puppet head-on and stopping it like it weighed nothing.
"I won't lose!"
Toneri's fear deepened. He was running out of options.
He threw everything he had—attraction, repulsion, techniques meant to bind and crush.
Shuoye watched with cold patience, the Rinnegan's light flickering with quiet certainty.
Every move Toneri made was broken apart.
Like it had all been planned.
Toneri's scream turned desperate.
He knew it.
He had lost.
"This ends now."
Shuoye moved in.
His hand snapped toward Toneri's eyes—and he ripped the Tenseigan out by force.
"AAH—!"
Toneri howled, collapsing. Without the Tenseigan, it was like his soul had been torn away with it.
A mechanical voice echoed in Shuoye's mind.
[System Notification]
Detected: Tenseigan
Extractable Skill: Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion
Shuoye's heart jumped.
He hadn't expected the system to work like this.
"System—after extracting the skill, can I still separate the eyes?"
"No problem. You may separate them at any time. Extract now?"
"Extract."
The skill poured into him. Power surged—vast and sharp—settling into his body as if it had always been there.
Shuoye glanced at the Tenseigan in his hand, then at Toneri on the ground.
He clicked his tongue.
"Pretty pathetic. You didn't even get to fire off a few big moves before I took your eyes."
He turned to the remaining lunar clan members, gaze flat.
"Who's next?"
Toneri groaned, writhing in pain, stripped of his greatest power.
Shuoye didn't bother looking at him again.
His attention lifted—toward a distant, incoming chakra wave.
Someone was activating the Giant Tenseigan.
Trying to do the one thing they still could.
If they couldn't kill him—
They'd destroy Earth.
"Even if you can't beat me, you want to smash the planet?"
"Don't be ridiculous."
Shuoye's voice was calm, but the intent beneath it was razor-edged.
He understood the cost.
Using the Giant Tenseigan would consume terrifying amounts of chakra—maybe even life itself.
And then—
The moon began to move.
Slowly.
Irreversibly.
Falling toward Earth.
—
"Is the moon… dropping?!"
Those monitoring the sky screamed as the disaster became visible.
The news spread like wildfire.
Panic exploded across nations.
"What the hell? The moon's going to hit Earth?! What are we supposed to do—just die?!"
Messages flooded Konoha. Every major village demanded answers—and begged for help.
At the same time, fear pulled darkness out of people. Some chose chaos, indulging every ugly impulse before the end.
The world beyond Konoha spiraled.
—
Inside Konoha, emergency discussions erupted.
They knew Shuoye was on the moon.
Yet the moon was still approaching.
"What is Shuoye doing?"
"Why hasn't he stopped it?"
"Did something happen to him?!"
Then two clans stepped forward—turning blame into weaponry.
"You really thought Shuoye could handle anything? The moon is falling! We're finished!"
"Enough!"
"Shut up—this is not the time to argue!"
But they grew louder, feeding the fear.
They claimed Shuoye had been reckless, that he had died on the moon, that Konoha was doomed because of him.
Uchiha Xuanjing's patience snapped.
Steel sang.
His blade slid from its sheath.
"Say one more word," he said coldly, "and you die."
The man's face twisted with fury—but he didn't dare speak again.
He could tell Xuanjing meant it.
Silence spread.
No one knew what to do.
If Shuoye couldn't solve this—
No one could.
—
A calm voice cut through the tension.
"Ridiculous."
"Since that brat is dealing with it on the moon, he'll find a way. What's there to fear?"
Heads turned.
Indra walked in, expression indifferent.
Fugaku Uchiha nodded slowly.
"I know Shuoye's strength. If he went to the moon, he went with a solution."
"Our job is to stabilize the village and wait for his signal."
"Yes!"
People forced themselves to breathe.
Uchiha Xuanjing stood at the center of Konoha, eyes steady.
He refused to believe Shuoye would fall.
Shuoye—bearing the Rinnegan—was not someone who died easily.
Uchiha Rin rushed in, face tense.
"Xuanjing, we have to move. I've contacted those Kage-level fighters we've been using as chakra batteries."
"They're in shock. They can't believe the moon is about to crash."
Xuanjing's brow tightened.
Time was running out.
But the moment those Kage-level fighters realized Shuoye's condition was unknown—
Greed surfaced.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opening.
"What? The moon is falling and you need us to help?"
"Fine."
"But first, Konoha releases us unconditionally—plus compensation."
"Otherwise, we'll all die together."
They piled on demands, trying to profit from the apocalypse.
Kushina's teeth clenched so hard it hurt.
"This is extortion."
But she knew the truth.
They still needed these people—to pressure their villages, to rally the Jinchūriki, to gather the tailed beasts.
Fugaku's jaw tightened.
"…We can negotiate your terms."
"That's more like it."
Ōnoki and the others nodded with satisfaction and began pushing the tailed beasts to cooperate.
They moved to a prepared ritual site, gathering everything they had.
Techniques lit the sky.
Hope stirred among the watching crowds.
Maybe they really could break the moon.
But the attacks vanished against it.
Like throwing pebbles into an abyss.
No crack.
No tremor.
Nothing.
The Kage-level fighters began to sweat.
Were they truly helpless?
Was this how the world ended?
Despair spread.
And someone shouted the ugliest blame again.
"It's Shuoye's fault for going to the moon! Konoha has to take full responsibility!"
Xuanjing's eyes burned.
"Spit that nonsense again," he snapped, "and I'll cut you down. Lord Shuoye went for all of us!"
The man sneered harder, feeding on fear.
"Hah. He's missing, the moon is still falling—what, is someone going to split the moon in one slash?"
That was when the observers on watch froze.
Their mouths opened, but no words came out.
They only pointed upward.
Everyone turned.
A thin crack had appeared on the moon's surface.
Then—
crack.
The sound carried like a judgment.
"What…?"
"The moon… split?"
Even the Kage-level fighters went rigid.
The man who had been mocking went silent, his face draining as he stared at the sky, unable to believe what he was seeing.
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