So this is Enma, the Monkey King with the Adamantine body? He doesn't look like much at first glance, Isamu thought as he watched Hiruzen Sarutobi complete the summoning.
"Enma, Transformation: Adamantine Staff!" At Hiruzen's command, the great monkey transformed into a shimmering, indestructible iron staff.
"Brother Sarutobi, do you really think Taijutsu is enough to suppress me? I'm not playing that game," Isamu said, his fingers flashing through signs. "Fire Release: Crimson Earth Spider!"
Isamu exhaled a cluster of spider-shaped flames that scuttled rapidly across the forest floor toward Hiruzen.
"Isamu, you want to challenge me in Ninjutsu? I've never feared anyone in that arena." Seeing the fiery constructs closing in, Hiruzen retaliated with a composite technique. "Earth Release: Earth Flow River!"
A massive torrent of mud and stone surged forward, swallowing the fire spiders and submerging the surrounding trees in seconds. As the mudslide rushed toward him, Isamu leaped into the air, a glowing sphere of chakra forming in his palm.
"Brother Sarutobi, remember when I told you the Rasengan would become even stronger after evolving? Try this on for size."
"Wind Release: Rasenshuriken!"
A high-pitched, screeching sound—like thousands of tiny blades—filled the forest as the spinning shuriken of wind chakra took shape. Isamu hurled the technique directly at the Hokage.
"That concentration of chakra... you can actually throw it?!" Hiruzen's eyes widened. "I truly didn't misjudge you—you're a monster of a genius. Enma, grow!"
Hiruzen slammed the staff into the ground, causing it to extend instantly and catapult him out of the blast zone. He knew intuitively that trying to block that attack would be a death sentence.
The Rasenshuriken struck the center of the mudslide and detonated. The explosion leveled the area, leaving a crater a hundred meters wide in its wake.
What incredible power, Hiruzen thought, landing safely. The cutting power of Wind Release combined with the explosive rotation of the Rasengan... he isn't just a genius; he's a prodigy. Even Tobirama-sensei's creativity would be hard-pressed to match this.
The Spectral Warrior
"Brother Sarutobi, Ninjutsu is just an auxiliary tool for me," Isamu said, pointing to his crimson eyes. "The true power of the Uchiha lies here. Let me show you."
"Susanoo!"
Ethereal blue energy erupted from Isamu's body. First, a skeletal ribcage formed, followed by a humanoid muscular structure. Finally, it was draped in Karasu Tengu armor. The Half-Complete Susanoo towered over the forest, radiating a terrifying, ancient pressure.
"So this is the Susanoo... the ultimate power of the Mangekyo," Hiruzen muttered, gripping Enma tightly. "No one has awakened this since Uchiha Madara. The legends didn't do it justice."
The aura was suffocating. It was the same feeling of despair that Madara had once cast over the world.
"Let's see how the legendary Susanoo holds up against Konoha's finest. Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique!" Hiruzen produced a massive shuriken and hurled it, weaving signs mid-flight. The single blade multiplied into dozens, then hundreds, forming a wall of spinning steel.
Isamu simply crossed the two spectral greatswords in the Susanoo's hands. "Break!"
With a single, massive cross-slash, the Susanoo's energy blades shattered every shuriken in the sky, sending a shockwave of energy screaming toward Hiruzen.
"Too fast to dodge!" Hiruzen shouted. "Adamantine Cage!"
The Adamantine Staff transformed into a protective cube, shielding the Hokage just as the energy blast hit.
Bang!
The force of the impact pushed the cage back ten meters, carving deep ruts into the earth. Such terrifying power, Hiruzen thought, a bead of sweat rolling down his face. If this were a battlefield, the casualties would be immeasurable. This is the power of a god.
The Final Move
Seeing that Hiruzen was still standing, Isamu decided to dial it up. Son, lend me your chakra, he called out in his mind.
No problem, boss, the Four-Tails replied from within the mental space.
Instantly, a surge of scorching, molten energy flooded Isamu's system. "Lava Release: Rasenshuriken!"
The shuriken in his hand turned a blistering, molten red, radiating enough heat to singe the leaves of the nearby trees. The destructive power was now paired with the relentless burning of lava.
Seeing this new, even more volatile technique, Hiruzen Sarutobi threw up his hands.
"Isamu, enough! Stop! Let's end it here. If you throw that, you'll erase the entire mountain!"
"Eh? Done already?" Isamu let the lava chakra dissipate and withdrew the Susanoo. "I was just starting to warm up."
Hiruzen let out a long breath of relief. Is he really this strong now? That technique was easily Super S-rank. Combined with Susanoo, it's suicidal to fight him. Only an idiot would keep going.
> Ninjutsu Rank Reference:
> * D/C/B/A/S-rank: Standard classification.
> * Super S / Double S / 3S: Legendary and Divine Techniques.
>
"Alright, that's plenty for today," Hiruzen said, dusting off his armor. "I have a mountain of paperwork at the office that's probably more pleasant than this. I'm heading back."
Without waiting for another word, the Hokage vanished in a body flicker, his pride a little bruised from having to back down against his own subordinate.
Home Sweet Home
"Why is he in such a hurry?" Isamu wondered, looking at the empty space where Hiruzen had been. "I haven't even used half my strength. How boring—is there no one in Konoha who can actually fight?"
He walked over to the unconscious Sen, hoisted him over his shoulder, and began the trek back to the village. "Man, Sen, you really need to cut back on the ramen. Carrying you is a workout."
Since Isamu had led the Martial Faction to their new territory, his old shack had been replaced by a sprawling villa with a private courtyard. He tossed Sen onto a bed and looked around at his new home.
"Great. I've been gone for a month and the place is covered in dust and cobwebs."
He spent the next three hours cleaning every nook and cranny. By the time he was done, it was well past dark.
"Finally," he groaned, collapsing onto the floor. "Tomorrow, I'm telling the Great Elder to hire a regular cleaner. I'd rather go to the front lines than scrub floors again."
After a quick shower and hanging his laundry—all four sets of clothes
he owned—Isamu fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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