Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 248: A Terrifying Battle That Destroys Planets

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Had he encountered this opponent earlier, Isshiki would have had no choice but to flee in panic.

Even facing just Kyōsuke and his companion had put considerable pressure on him—let alone the child of Ōtsutsuki Kaguya.

Isshiki was, of course, well aware of the existence of the Sage of Six Paths. Black Zetsu had long been the hidden manipulator of shinobi history, but he himself had also been a silent observer lurking in the shadows.

Kaguya's two children had inherited around seventy percent of the Ōtsutsuki clan's power, which made one thing absolutely clear to Isshiki—until his body fully recovered, he could not risk revealing himself.

Unfortunately, that moment had already come to pass. The reincarnation ritual had been completed, and his opponent had most likely sensed the immense surge of chakra, which was why he had come seeking him out.

"What a pity."

Isshiki's gaze swept across those deep purple eyes, and he spoke with mild interest, "How intriguing. So, this is the legendary Sage's Eye—the final evolution of the Sharingan."

"Let me see for myself what kind of power it truly holds."

From beginning to end, Hagoromo did not utter a single word. There was no room for negotiation between them—their positions were inherently opposed, and there was no possibility of reconciliation.

Since that was the case, there was no need for words.

Fighting was the only option.

As Isshiki's kick came hurtling toward him, Hagoromo's gaze remained steady. In his grasp, a Truth-Seeking Orb transformed into a spear-like blade.

Truth-Seeking: Ame-no-Sakahoko!

This was a weapon even more powerful than the Sage's staff, requiring a master of Yin-Yang Release to wield it. Even Kaguya, who had fully stepped into the Divine Flame level, would not take its edge lightly.

It would not kill her—but that did not mean it could not hurt her.

Both fighters struck with full force. The moment their attacks clashed, a violent shockwave erupted, sending clouds roiling and shattering the land beneath them. The sheer impact of their battle was enough to disrupt the planet's climate.

The place where Isshiki had been hiding was a small, habitable planet, even tinier than the moon. A fragile world like this could hardly withstand the aftershocks of their clash.

Feeling the overwhelming force pressing against him, Hagoromo's expression remained unchanged, but his heart sank.

He was weaker than his opponent.

At the end of the day, this was not his true body. Being able to exert power at the high-tier Six Paths level was already an extraordinary feat.

In the shinobi world, such power was nearly invincible—but in this battle, there was still a gap of at least two whole tiers between him and his enemy.

"This is troublesome..." Hagoromo mused, his head aching.

The process of condensing the Fruit of Sagehood had nearly reached its final stage.

Even so, it would still require several more decades to fully mature.

For someone like him, who had lived for thousands of years, a few decades was but the blink of an eye. However, that was nowhere near enough time to resolve the crisis before him.

If he wished to ignite the Divine Flame through consumption of the fruit, the timing had to be flawless—only at the precise moment of its complete transformation could it be done. A single second too soon, and millennia of meticulous planning would be reduced to nothing.

"...If necessary, I should retreat for now."

"Even if the enemy were to raze the shinobi world to the ground, it would not matter. As long as he cannot uncover the entrance to Shikkotsu Forest, the hidden shinobi sect will remain forever beyond his reach."

"When I step into the Divine Flame Realm, I will be able to absorb the souls of the departed and seek out another suitable land where I can resurrect them all."

For a fleeting moment, Hagoromo found himself entertaining the unthinkable—the notion of abandoning the shinobi world entirely.

It was a thought that stood in direct opposition to the conviction he had upheld for thousands of years.

Fortunately, he snapped out of it almost immediately. As he fended off Isshiki's attacks, he silently reprimanded himself in his heart.

"How could I think such a thing?!"

"Perhaps his overwhelming strength is weighing on me too heavily."

Just as that thought crossed his mind, his opponent disappeared once more.

Hagoromo swung his Ame-no-Sakahoko, creating a fierce storm of slashes, giving his adversary no opportunity to get close.

With the power of his Rinnegan, he could perceive things even the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan could not detect.

Perhaps—

Before the thought had fully formed in his mind, his body was suddenly pierced by several black rods that had expanded in an instant.

"You were too careless."

Isshiki nonchalantly brushed off his hands, his expression suggesting that he was greatly enjoying this battle.

"You focused too much on tracking my movements—so much so that you overlooked the dangers around you."

"These rods are small, small enough that they don't even trigger one's sense of caution. Tell me, who would ever be wary of a mere speck of dust touching their skin?"

That being said, Isshiki was well aware that his technique had its flaws.

It worked well against neglected body parts or limbs, but the moment he targeted the head or heart, an opponent's instincts would immediately alert them.

Even the faintest pain would not go unnoticed.

It was just like how an ordinary person might frequently bruise their arms or legs—but very few things could ever slip past their defenses to harm their eyes.

It was a matter of importance—stronger beings were harder to strike at their vital points.

Forcing him to use his dōjutsu was proof that his opponent was terrifyingly strong. Rather than risk missing an opportunity, it was better to choose a more secure method of fighting.

Thus, most of Isshiki's attacks were aimed at the torso. Once his enemy's mobility was locked down, it would be easy to finish him off.

This disparity in battle experience was precisely why Hagoromo had found himself at such a disadvantage.

His adversary felt even more difficult to deal with than Kaguya, despite her having fully stepped into Divine Flame level.

"...No choice, then."

A brilliant blue radiance surged skyward.

A colossal figure descended—an imposing Complete Body Susanoo, its size nearly rivaling that of the Ten-Tails.

Most other Susanoo barely measured up to the nine-tailed beasts, their full forms spanning no more than the width of a single hand of the Ten-Tails.

The difference between them was glaringly obvious.

"Oh? So this is what you look like when you get serious."

Ōtsutsuki Isshiki shook his head as he gazed up at the towering colossus piercing the heavens. He knew his opponent's actions were nothing more than a desperate attempt to stall for time.

Such a cumbersome attack—how could it possibly land a hit on him?

Just as he was about to dodge, his expression suddenly shifted.

Right in front of him, suspended in midair, was a glowing violet talisman, radiating a soft, otherworldly light.

Sage's Talisman: Binding Seal!

The Sage's Talisman: Healing—a sacred treasure of Toads of the Mount Myōboku—was once wielded by the Sage of Six Paths himself to restore his younger brother, Hamura, after he had been controlled by their mother and slain by his own hand.

Its effects were so profound that it rivaled even the resurrection abilities of the Rinnegan.

From the existence of artifacts such as the Box of Ultimate Bliss and the Crimson Gourd, it was evident that the Sage of Six Paths possessed a rare fascination with the craft of forging ninja tools—one of the few personal hobbies he had ever indulged in.

Given the immense power of the Sage Talismans from Mount Myōboku, how could he not have studied them further?

Over the course of thousands of years, he had developed numerous Sage Talismans, each imbued with unique and extraordinary abilities.

This particular talisman wielded a powerful binding effect—capable of locking down a designated area, sealing space itself. It was specifically designed to counter swift and elusive foes.

"Die!"

The sword of the Complete Body Susanoo, radiating divine power, came crashing down.

The mere movement of the blade sent the planet's atmosphere into upheaval. Thick, oppressive clouds split apart with a deafening roar, forming a clear and distinct rift in the sky.

*BOOOOM!!!*

As the blade struck, the asteroid beneath let out an agonized wail, as though unable to bear the immense pressure.

The once-tranquil surface of the celestial body was now torn asunder, revealing an abyss tens of thousands of meters deep.

Molten lava erupted violently from the depths, while fierce gales howled across the land, creating an apocalyptic scene of utter devastation.

Suspended in the void, Complete Susanoo stood tall and unwavering.

The Sage of Six Paths swept his gaze across the battlefield, searching for any sign of his opponent. He paid no heed to the fate of this unfamiliar planet—after all, if necessary, the two of them could simply take their battle elsewhere.

"Hiding, are you?"

Hagoromo pondered for a brief moment before conjuring another Sage Talisman. Unlike the previous one, this talisman was a blazing shade of crimson.

With a resounding clap, he pressed his hands together in a seal.

The talisman erupted with radiant light, and in an instant, countless cracks began to spread across the planet's surface.

Sage Talisman: Tensai Bakuretsu (Cataclysmic Eruption)!

"If you refuse to come out... then you will never have the chance to do so again."

*BOOOOM!!!*

With the eruption of the talisman's boundless power, the asteroid that had served as their battlefield was obliterated in a cataclysmic explosion.

Even the godlike Complete Susanoo could not withstand the sheer force of a planet's destruction.

Shrouded in blue energy, the Sage of Six Paths was forced backward thousands of miles before he could finally stabilize himself.

Carefully attuning his senses to the residual energy in the surrounding space, he even activated his soul perception abilities—but no trace of his opponent could be found.

"Did he die?"

"No... an enemy that even Mother feared would never perish so easily."

"He must have used the explosion to conceal his escape, breaking free from the Binding Talisman's effects and utilizing space-time abilities to flee."

Hagoromo considered this for a moment before reaching into his robe and retrieving a third Sage Talisman. This one possessed a special function—it could lock onto chakra signatures across infinite distances, even spanning light-years.

As long as the enemy made the slightest move, he would never escape detection.

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—Elsewhere, within the depths of space—

A bloodied and battered Ōtsutsuki Isshiki tumbled out of a shimmering space-time rift.

Cough, cough!

Uncontrollably, he spat out a mouthful of blood. Gritting his teeth, he propped himself upright and staggered toward the bizarre structure looming ahead.

He could scarcely believe it—the child of Kaguya had grown to be this powerful.

"I miscalculated."

"But it doesn't matter. My Divine Flame-level body is incomparably resilient. Even though I have yet to fully ignite my divine flame, an explosion of this level is far from enough to kill me."

Before long, he reached the pinnacle of the strange building. Just as he came to a stop, a deafening beastly roar echoed from within.

"It's been a while."

A faint smile played at the corners of Isshiki's bloodstained lips.

Beneath him, a monstrous entity with ten writhing tails was raising its head toward the sky, unleashing a frenzied howl.

This creature was none other than a Ten-Tails, a seedling of the Divine Tree—an indispensable tool for the cultivation of Chakra Fruits.

"Quit your howling. Don't you get tired of making so much noise?"

Slowly, Isshiki descended from the air.

Sensing his presence, the Ten-Tails grew even more agitated. It knew full well that this man intended to devour its chakra.

Within the Ōtsutsuki Clan, there existed a refined and perfected method for chakra extraction. Through a precise process of refinement, chakra could be distilled into pure, consumable energy.

From the moment of their creation, these creatures had only one purpose—to absorb chakra and convert it into Chakra Fruits.

As for resistance?

With the Ōtsutsuki sealing inscriptions etched into their very being, resistance was simply impossible.

No matter how unwilling it was, this young Ten-Tails could only watch helplessly as Isshiki drained away its power.

"I'll just borrow a little for now," Isshiki murmured. "Once I've killed that man, I'll make sure you get a proper feast."

A master of deception—the future leader of Kara truly possessed an unparalleled talent for selling dreams.

Before long, Isshiki's chakra reserves were fully restored. The injuries that had ravaged his body had likewise vanished without a trace.

"Now then..."

"Let us finish what we started."

Summoning another space-time portal, Isshiki stepped through with a smirk.

When he reappeared, he had returned to the Shinobi World—somewhere hidden in its vast expanse.

"Come now..."

"Let us compose the overture to the world's destruction."

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