Makoto, who had just released his Susanoo, was once again enveloped in the gray-black skeletal god.
He clenched his right hand, and a massive black chainsaw materialized out of thin air.
Each Susanoo awakened by an Uchiha, aside from differing colors and appearances, wielded unique weapons:
Madara used katanas.
Sasuke had a bow and arrows.
Shisui had a drill.
Kakashi had spatial shuriken.
Makoto's version, from Fugaku's lineage, wielded a chainsaw.
As it formed, the chainsaw emitted a piercing, high-pitched whine.
Makoto was quite satisfied with it. He always found katanas too thin, too long, and too fragile.
"Wh, what is he doing?!"
Aboard the helicopter, Mizunashi Rena and the others were terrified.
As part of the TV station's top news team, they had rushed over upon hearing about a terrorist presence, never expecting to witness such a harrowing sight.
Worse still, the monster below seemed to be aiming at them!
"Wait, Makoto!"
Just as Makoto was about to slash the helicopter out of the sky, Airi suddenly called out to him.
"Hmm?"
Makoto turned to look at her.
Airi looked up expectantly. "Isn't this a perfect chance? Let them film our fight and show it to the whole world."
In truth, she wanted to use this opportunity to let the world know that Makoto was hers.
But that was just her thought.
The reality was the opposite.
Utaha also nodded in agreement. "I think the blonde is right. If we're going to do this, let's do it thoroughly."
Airi bristled instantly. "Who are you calling a blonde?!"
Upon hearing this, Makoto retracted the chainsaw from his Susanoo's hand, causing the helicopter pilot and Mizunashi Rena to collectively exhale in relief.
Whirrr!
The sound of helicopter rotors filled the air again. But this time, when everyone looked up, their expressions changed drastically.
A swarm of armed helicopters was rapidly approaching, accompanied by the roar of fighter jet engines.
F-35 fighters!
And that wasn't all!
The tracks of Type 10 tanks rumbled over the roads, crashing through the school walls and pulling up in front of Makoto and the others, their dark gun barrels all aimed at them.
"Is this all?"
Makoto took a step forward. The Eternal Mangekyo pattern in his eyes spun wildly, unleashing a torrent of terrifying Ocular Power and Chakra without restraint.
The gray-black skeletal Susanoo around him sprouted countless Chakra Threads from its surface, coalescing into flesh, then rapidly covered by thick, fierce armor.
Its already immense form swelled several times over.
Susanoo: Third Form.
"Come! Let's dance together!"
Makoto, succumbing to a rare bout of youthful exuberance, laughed heartily.
…
At this moment, the entirety of Japan was plunged into unprecedented panic and chaos.
On Tokyo TV's live broadcast, a colossal, ferocious-looking giant clad in heavy armor was weaving through war-torn ruins.
Scattered around it lay countless destroyed Japanese tanks and armored vehicles, the most advanced in the nation, their steel wreckage intertwined with billowing smoke, creating a scene straight out of hell.
When the broadcast first began, Japanese citizens had instinctively assumed it was a clip from some superhero movie, or footage of a war between a certain country and another.
After all, with the American military backing them, who would dare cause trouble on Japanese soil?
But soon, everyone was captivated by the Susanoo, which resembled an ancient demon god.
'What was that? A new type of weapon?'
Then, to their horror, they recognized the familiar outlines of the collapsed buildings in the footage. The clear Japanese text visible shattered their illusions in an instant.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The next second, in the live broadcast, several of Japan's newest Type 10 tanks rolled into the schoolyard. Their dark gun barrels aimed at the gray-black armored giant and opened fire!
Amidst the thunderous cannon fire and rolling smoke, the massive gray-black demon god remained unscathed, like an indestructible, immovable boulder.
The camera zoomed in, and viewers could clearly see a young man standing at the center of the divine being's body, his expression excited, his eyes burning with intensity.
Many Japanese viewers who regularly followed news and legal programs instantly recognized Makoto.
Then, in a close-up shot, Makoto's lips slowly curled into a wide grin. He raised his right hand slightly.
Almost simultaneously, the giant's Susanoo raised its arm in sync. The massive gray-black chainsaw in its hand emitted a piercing, deafening whine. With a sharp, wind-splitting sound, it swung!
The several Type 10 tanks that had surrounded Makoto were instantly cleaved in two. So were the military personnel inside the tank compartments.
Living, breathing human beings, bisected!
Gushing hot blood splattered across the broken tank wreckage.
The aura of bloodshed and violence radiated through the screen, causing countless viewers worldwide to let out bloodcurdling screams.
Many instinctively covered their eyes, desperately wondering if they were watching an incredibly realistic, bloody movie.
But what truly made them realize this was reality was not just Makoto's Susanoo.
On the scene, numerous fully armed Japanese infantry soldiers were attempting to surround and attack Makoto.
But faced with absolute power, these foot soldiers were like ants trying to shake a tree, utterly insignificant.
In the live broadcast, a group of uniquely beautiful girls with distinct personalities moved like phantoms among the soldiers, employing a variety of bizarre and extraordinary techniques.
Some girls raised their hands and spat out massive fireballs, the blazing flames instantly consuming groups of soldiers.
Others summoned roaring, surging water dragons, their waves engulfing soldiers.
Soon, terrified Tokyo citizens watching from the scene saw F-35 fighter jets streak across the sky, heading straight for the city center and beginning to drop a barrage of missiles.
The falling missiles, the erupting explosions, the collapsing buildings… all told them that this was real.
But then, the giant demon god that had donned thick, heavy armor began to shed its plating, its form shrinking dramatically back into a lighter, more compact shape.
Susanoo: Second Form.
But the next moment, the humanoid Susanoo sprouted legs from its lower half. It stood upright, still perfectly encasing Makoto within.
Susanoo: Fourth Form!
Makoto, controlling the now-legged Susanoo, bent its knees slightly and leaped high into the air.
He soared upward, directly into the rain of descending missiles.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
One missile after another exploded against the Susanoo's surface. The blaze of the explosions completely engulfed the giant figure.
Inside the fighter jets, the pilots' hearts pounded wildly, thinking desperately, 'Did it work? Did we finally kill that demon?'
But the next instant, a massive chainsaw, spinning wildly with its surface wreathed in black flames, burst from the smoke and debris. With cataclysmic force, it sliced one of the fighter jets, along with its pilot, clean in two!
Seeing this, the pilots in the surrounding aircraft turned deathly pale, terrified out of their wits.
"Quick! Turn around!"
"Attack! Attack now!"
As the other fighters scrambled to change course and re-aim, the other hand of the gray-black demon god suddenly hurled a barrage of glinting projectiles.
The next second, viewers across Japan had no idea what happened.
On screen, all of Japan's most advanced fighter jets were bisected in an instant, like paper cut by a blade.
The blazing wreckage of the jets began to fall one after another towards various districts of Tokyo, destroying countless buildings and triggering even larger fires and chaos.
In an instant, all of Tokyo became an apocalyptic battlefield.
Susanoo Flying Thunder God!
The gray-black Fourth Form Susanoo vanished in a blur, landing steadily atop the severed Tokyo Tower.
"Is that all?"
Makoto, inside the Susanoo, slowly turned his gaze toward the sole remaining helicopter, the one from Tokyo TV.
Aboard, Mizunashi Rena and the others felt their hearts seize violently again.
"How unsatisfying..."
Makoto raised his voice, speaking deliberately towards the helicopter's direction. "Go! Call your daddy over here. Otherwise..."
Before finishing, the Susanoo's right hand, wielding the chainsaw, swung violently down towards the Tokyo Tower below.
Boom!
The entire top section of Tokyo Tower was severed in an instant, crashing heavily to the ground, shattering the earth below and sending debris and dust flying.
"This will be your fate."