Naruto: Starting with the Ōtsutsuki Bloodline-Chapter 335 - 333 – Sage of Six Paths, Isn’t It Time to End This? (Longest - !)

Chapter 335: Chapter 333 – Sage of Six Paths, Isn’t It Time to End This? (Longest Chapter!)

Chapter 333 – Sage of Six Paths, Isn’t It Time to End This? (Longest Chapter!)

"Big brother... what exactly is going on?"

At the very back of the crowd, Hamura stared at his elder brother in utter confusion.

He felt an indescribable sense of disorientation about everything unfolding before him.

How did this escalate so suddenly?

How did things turn into an end-of-the-world scenario in the blink of an eye?

Don’t tell me... Gen is actually going to do it?!

"Or is there some kind of plan you’re not telling me about?"

"There is a plan, more or less. And honestly, you should’ve heard most of it already."

The Sage of Six Paths himself was shaken by what he was witnessing. For a fleeting moment, he truly wondered whether that boy intended to annihilate the world.

But he didn’t believe Gen would go that far.

So he observed carefully—every strike, every fluctuation of chakra.

And in the end, he reached a conclusion.

That kid... was enjoying himself.

"Relax. Nothing’s going to happen."

The Sage of Six Paths felt a deep headache coming on as he reassured his younger brother, glancing briefly at yet another sibling who looked utterly stunned.

"From start to finish, he never truly went for the kill. If you sense his chakra carefully, there’s no malice in it at all. So—"

"I see... I think I understand now."

Hamura was no fool. Once his brother explained it like that, everything suddenly clicked.

Whether Ōtsutsuki chakra carries malice is not something ordinary people can perceive—only those who have reached a certain level can tell.

Even shinobi who had received the Sage’s ’blessing’ simply weren’t capable of it.

Still, Hamura couldn’t help but sigh.

"But even so... this kind of damage to Gen himself is no small thing. He’s paying far too heavy a price."

"Let’s leave it to the child himself."

The Sage of Six Paths gave a wry smile and spoke earnestly.

"All we can do is watch the remaining children—and see how they choose to act."

"After all, Gen did say it himself..."

Hamura stopped overthinking and focused on the battlefield ahead.

"Don’t blindly believe in others. Sometimes, the one you should trust most is yourself. But the way he’s doing this..."

"For both himself and the people of this world... it’s far too cruel."

Hamura’s lament wasn’t misplaced.

To the world at large, what was happening was unbearably extreme—utterly despairing.

The savior had turned out to be the true destroyer.

He had ignited the flame of hope, only to drag everyone into the abyss without hesitation—ready to personally ’kill’ them all to complete his so-called stairway to godhood.

Friendship, bonds, faith—everything that defined this world was to be buried and destroyed by his own hands.

No one could accept such an ending.

"Damn it..."

Within the Allied Shinobi Forces, countless ninjas clenched their fists in rage.

On Konoha’s side, emotions were stretched to the breaking point.

Kiba stared in disbelief.

Neji and Lee were already drowning in despair.

Ino’s eyes were bloodshot.

After a moment, Ino seemed to make up her mind. She lifted her head, looked toward the battlefield—and ran forward.

No one stopped her.

Shikamaru and the others were already silent. Everyone else was the same.

Inside the Allied Forces’ headquarters, the collapse was even worse.

Nara Shikaku, Yamanaka Inoichi—especially the Third Hokage.

The pain and despair there were indescribable. But after a long silence, Hiruzen Sarutobi bit down on his pipe and spoke.

"This isn’t the time to despair. Notify everyone immediately—we must pull ourselves together. Before the moon’s fragments fall, we have to resolve this situation!"

"Third Hokage-sama..."

Everyone looked up at him in shock, but Hiruzen’s expression was unwavering.

"We’re not dead yet. And even if we are to die, we’ll fight to the very end. If we give up now, what meaning does our existence have left?!"

"I understand."

Shikaku nodded deeply, took a breath, and spoke at once.

"I’ll reorganize our tactics immediately. It’s far too early to give up!"

Under Shikaku’s direction, the command center roared back to life.

On the front lines, the shinobi—once steeped in despair—suddenly heard orders echoing in their minds. One by one, they lifted their heads and stared into the distance.

"We won’t surrender... We absolutely will not surrender!"

Naruto, Sasuke, and the others received the same message.

Their eyes burned as they locked onto Kitagawa Gen once more.

Chakra surged again—this time with the resolve of a final stand.

"Oh? Another change in the wind?"

Gen raised an eyebrow. A brief scan of his senses told him everything.

"So even at this point, you still refuse to give up. One last counterattack?"

He stroked his chin lightly.

Isn’t this exactly what the Sage of Six Paths wanted?

"Not bad at all. Though that’s fine—things are almost wrapped up anyway."

He looked up at the fruit forming at the crown of the God Tree and nodded in satisfaction.

This was the fruit he had waited so long for.

And the shinobi world’s performance had been good enough—though, strictly speaking, it never truly troubled him.

"Still... that’s only because I’m absurdly overpowered. If it were any other Ōtsutsuki, they’d have collapsed long ago."

Thinking of Momoshiki and the others, Gen chuckled softly.

They had contributed immensely to his stairway to godhood. Without them, there wouldn’t be a ’him’ today.

Likewise, they had done the shinobi world a huge favor—at the very least, they showed everyone just how terrifying the Ōtsutsuki truly were.

After all, without proper foils, how could his own menace be fully realized?

"And this God Tree of mine... it seems a bit strange."

"It can connect to the chakra of the entire world—even intercepting those hidden communication channels?"

Staring at the tree, he was inexplicably reminded of a Golden Tree.

"So... did I turn the shinobi world into an in-between realm? Or did my God Tree just ’class-change’ into some kind of Fear Emperor?"

Looking down at the gathered shinobi, Gen suddenly felt like he had become a ’God Hand’—Griffith.

And these shinobi?

They were like Guts—struggling against fate, yet not even knowing how to fight it.

As he drew closer to the fruit and to the end of everything, his thoughts drifted wildly.

Finally, when the pillar of light carried him high enough, the vines connected to the fruit began to move.

The fruit descended from the heavens, carried swiftly toward him.

Gen raised his hand, about to touch it—

"NOW!"

The Allied Shinobi Forces erupted in a collective roar.

In an instant, everyone charged forward.

"Fire Release: Great Fireball Jutsu!"

"Earth Release: Earth Spear!"

"Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet!"

"Lightning Release: Lightning Sphere!"

Countless shinobi sprinted forward while forming seals at lightning speed.

They had prepared everything—waiting only for this order.

A vast tide of ninjutsu surged toward Gen like a natural disaster.

Individually, each technique was unimpressive.

But tens of thousands unleashed at once?

The scale surpassed imagination.

The sky itself darkened under the weight of it all.

An ocean of techniques filled the heavens, suffocating in its density.

"Well now... this is rather impressive."

Gen raised an eyebrow and lifted his hand.

The God Tree’s energy linked directly to him. An unimaginable power surged through his body.

Truth-Seeking Orbs instantly formed before him, shaping themselves into a massive, translucent shield.

"I’m sorry—seems I forgot to mention something."

His voice was calm.

Every incoming technique disintegrated before reaching him, reduced to raw chakra and rendered completely harmless.

There were simply too many for him to reclaim the orbs instantly, but he merely shook his head and smiled.

"Any chakra-based technique is utterly meaningless against me."

"We already knew that!"

At that moment, Jiraiya and the others had already charged in.

Tsunade took the lead, her fist carrying terrifying force as she struck.

"Gen! I never thought you were this kind of person—damn you, take this!"

"Earth Release: Ultra-Weighted Boulder Technique!"

Ōnoki, already on the battlefield and still reeling, perfectly supported her.

Under the technique’s enhancement, Tsunade’s punch made space itself tremble as it came crashing down.

"Decent... but too slow."

Gen flicked a finger.

Tsunade’s strike warped violently, her fist veering off course.

"And don’t forget—I can use space-time ninjutsu too."

"As if we’d forget that, Fifth Hokage."

Orochimaru hissed, countless venomous snakes erupting from his hands. A toxic mist enveloped Gen instantly.

Gen raised an eyebrow, then shook his head dismissively.

"The Sannin reunited—how nostalgic. The poison has some effect, I’ll give you that... but—"

Buzz—

Space twisted violently. Even Orochimaru was swallowed by the distortion.

"Didn’t I say it already? I can use space-time techniques."

"...Damn."

Orochimaru felt the world go cold.

Gen’s finger pierced through space.

A transparent hole opened in Orochimaru’s abdomen.

"Gen! Why chase after empty, beautiful illusions and abandon what truly matters?!"

Jiraiya lunged forward—Tsunade and Orochimaru had created this opening for him.

Pain twisted his face, but his hands never stopped moving. A massive Rasengan formed.

"No matter what, I’m going to knock you awake! Sage Art: Massive Rasengan!"

"And yet, it isn’t unreachable."

Gen tilted his head.

An identical Rasengan formed in his own hand.

"You simply don’t understand what I seek."

Boom—

The two Rasengan collided. The shockwave even made the God Tree’s vines sway.

Jiraiya was blown back instantly, but his eyes stayed locked on Gen—

Sand surged beneath Gen’s feet.

"Oh?"

Gen glanced down. The sealing sand was unmistakable.

Gaara.

"You once told me to treasure what’s in front of me—to accept this world with conviction!"

Gaara shouted, controlling the sand in a furious torrent.

"So why did you abandon it all?! Why?!"

Kimimaro silently joined in, attacking in perfect coordination.

"Gen, stop this madness!"

Kakashi and Obito appeared together, using Kamui to suppress the surrounding space.

"This can’t end well!"

"Tch... you bastard, you’re nothing special after all."

Obito snarled coldly.

"The most insane person here has always been you!"

"Super—Almighty Push!"

Elsewhere, Nagato strained with all his might, dragging at Gen’s position.

"You keep talking about killing everyone and call us extreme! The most extreme one has always been you, Kitagawa Gen!"

"Oh? Kakashi-sensei, I didn’t expect you to team up with Obito."

Gen sounded almost amused, even glancing toward Nagato.

"And as for killing everyone—am I wrong? By your logic, as long as people exist, there will be war. Wouldn’t peace be simpler if it were all gone?"

"It’s not the same, Gen!"

Deidara and Mei shouted from afar, chakra surging.

"A world without people has no meaning! You united everyone—so why do this now?! Why?!"

"Particle Style: Atomic Dismantling!"

"Boil Release: Skilled Mist Technique!"

Ōnoki and the Second Tsuchikage joined in, unleashing Particle Style together.

Even the Second Mizukage joined the assault.

Their combined techniques intertwined into a terrifying force.

"Why? Didn’t I already tell you?"

Gen shook his head lightly and raised his hand.

Particle Style roared to life in his palm.

"And besides—I’m a man of unwavering will."

Boom—

Particle Style clashed in the sky.

The blinding white light stole everyone’s breath.

Gen’s single technique overwhelmed them all, obliterating their attacks and blasting them away.

"My will cannot be shaken. My perspective has long surpassed all things in this world!"

"But don’t underestimate our resolve either, Gen!"

Suddenly—

Red steam erupted behind him.

Might Guy stood there, his body wreathed in burning crimson vapor.

The energy was so violent it seemed capable of incinerating reality itself.

The Eighth Gate—fully opened.

"I’ve always preached the will of youth! Now I’ll show you what my youth truly is!"

"Gen! I’ll use my youth to knock you awake!"

The red steam took the shape of a dragon and lunged forward.

"Guy..."

Kakashi’s face twisted in anguish.

He knew this move.

Once used, it meant death.

And it had once been meant for him.

Who would’ve thought...

"This is the ultimate expression of youth—Night Guy!"

Guy’s kick tore through space itself.

Reality warped.

The dragon-shaped force slammed down upon Gen, forming an energy barrier around them.

Even the God Tree behind Gen seemed to tremble.

Gen frowned and raised his fist.

"Reckless..."

He punched forward.

BOOM—

An explosion of absolute force erupted.

Shockwaves rippled outward, visible to the naked eye.

Even the Truth-Seeking Orb shield shook violently.

The God Tree itself trembled.

Everyone in the sky was blasted away—saved only by Gaara and Ōnoki’s intervention.

Then—

A charred body fell from above.

Guy.

And Gen still stood in the sky, cold and unmoved.

"...Damn it."

Kakashi clenched his fists, Mangekyō sealed shut as bloody tears fell.

Memories of competing with Guy flooded back.

That ever-smiling man of youth.

Defeated—by his own former student.

"For taijutsu alone..."

Gen finally spoke.

"Guy-sensei, I am willing to call you the strongest."

"Fortunately... you only use taijutsu."

"It’s not over yet!"

Hashirama, Madara, Naruto, and Sasuke appeared together.

Immense chakra enveloped them, strange seals glowing on their palms.

"We sacrificed so much... so much—"

"This moment is what we waited for!"

Naruto and Sasuke roared.

Hashirama and Madara surged forward.

"Someone like you doesn’t deserve to be Hokage!"

"No matter how broken this world is, you don’t get to destroy it!"

Buzz—

Gigantic toads appeared in the sky, guided by Tobirama and Minato’s Flying Thunder God.

"Ōtsutsuki Gen— even if it costs our lives, we must stop you!"

Gamamaru’s ancient voice echoed.

Sage chakra exploded forth.

This was their last chance.

Their only chance.

"Natural-energy sealing techniques?"

Gen raised an eyebrow.

So Mount Myōboku had kept a trump card.

These techniques actually could restrain him—if only briefly.

That window was enough.

"Now!"

"Divine—Planetary Devastation!"

Boom—

A colossal phantom appeared in the sky.

The Sage of Six Paths himself.

As the giant projection clasped its hands together, invisible force and endless debris converged violently on Gen.

The earth roared.

The sky shook.

A new ’moon’ began to form before everyone’s eyes.

Legend said the moon had once been created by the Sage.

Now, a new one was being forged—to seal Ōtsutsuki Gen.

"So... you really did leave something to deal with me."

Kaguya finally spoke, gazing calmly at her son.

"Is this the outcome you wanted? Then am I next?"

"Mother... I never wanted to oppose you."

The Sage sighed helplessly.

"But I once said we must trust them—trust the power of belief. You insisted on using the God Tree... and history proved you underestimated them."

"Hmph. Still just a bunch of incompetent—"

"Isn’t this enough to satisfy you? Faith and will always compose hymns of courage. They proved they can win—didn’t they?"

"They haven’t won... not yet..."

Kaguya shook her head, though even she was forced to reflect.

Emotion was something the Ōtsutsuki lacked.

Yet watching these humans—defying death for each other—

Perhaps such things truly could create power beyond reason.

"So Gen’s strength... is it not just bloodline—but emotion as well?"

She pondered quietly.

Then frowned.

"But if he continues like this... won’t he be unable to remain in this world?"

Still, she wasn’t worried.

That technique—even now—wasn’t enough to truly stop him.

"Did it work...?"

Countless shinobi stared at the growing ’new moon.’

No one dared relax.

Then—

Vines erupted from the ground.

"Run!"

It was too late.

Everyone was ensnared.

Boom—

Golden light engulfed the sky.

The newborn moon shattered in two.

A colossal shockwave rose like a mushroom cloud—then vanished instantly.

Naruto, Sasuke, Madara, Hashirama, the giant toads—sent flying.

Caught midair by the God Tree’s vines and bound tightly.

From the drifting dust, Gen emerged once more—blade in hand.

"How... is that possible..."

Hope froze into ice.

Gen shook his head gently.

"Excellent teamwork. Unfortunately, I knew every move you planned."

A path of vines formed beneath his feet.

The branch bearing the fruit lowered before him.

He stepped forward and placed his hand upon it.

Heartbeats echoed in every chest.

"My God Tree is connected to the world’s chakra."

"Even the chakra communication channels formed by the Mind Body Switch Technique..."

"I can hear them too."

"..."

Those words made everyone’s pupils shrink in shock.

Everything they had done... had been carried out under someone else’s gaze?

"First, you used the attacks of tens of thousands of shinobi to force me into a position where I couldn’t freely use the Truth-Seeking Orbs,"

Gen said calmly.

"Then, through coordination and sacrifice, you tried to probe for cracks in my defense—moments of carelessness, or windows where my attention slipped."

As he spoke, he gently awakened the fruit.

In an instant, energy that seemed endless surged from within it, flooding into his body.

Golden radiance wrapped around him completely. He looked sacred beyond words—

yet to the world, he appeared nothing short of demonic.

"And of course," he continued,

"you were also waiting for the moment when my consumption became too great—so that your final sealing attempt would have a chance to succeed."

As the fruit’s power poured into him, Gen felt the blood within his veins boil and roar.

The smile on his face grew brighter, almost radiant.

"If this had happened at a different time, you might actually have had a chance," he said lightly.

"But the God Tree not only revealed your plans to me—it also supplied me with inexhaustible energy."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across everyone still struggling in the vines.

"In other words... you never had any chance at all."

The power within him continued to swell—vast, solemn, almost holy.

And in his eyes, the world changed once more.

Everything seemed to return to its origin.

Space flattened into planes.

The river of time could be sensed without relying on any dōjutsu.

Life, destruction, the true nature of chakra, natural energy, even the power of creation itself—

In a single moment, it all became clear.

The world was endlessly deconstructed before his eyes, and everything within it felt as though it could be controlled—so long as he willed it.

"...This feels a bit like Ōtsutsuki Shibai’s ’Omnipotence,’ doesn’t it?"

Omnipotence—the power to actualize anything, to turn thought itself into reality.

It was the force used by true gods when creating worlds.

The ultimate authority that only deities could wield.

"Am I really about to become an Ōtsutsuki god?"

A translucent panel unfolded before his eyes:

---

Name: Kitagawa Gen

Bloodline: Ōtsutsuki Clan (Development: 91%)

Dōjutsu: Tenseigan (Full-Moon Eye)

Divine Arts: Yomi-tsu, Kamitenshin, Omnipotence

Special Ability: Source of the God Tree (Tier 10)

Special Kekkei: Kekkei Mōra (Intermediate)

---

Gen raised an eyebrow.

Not quite an Ōtsutsuki god yet...

but he had apparently become "Mr. 91% Gen."

Whoosh—

A sharp sound cut through the air.

Gen turned abruptly and saw a blonde figure rushing toward him.

His eyes widened slightly as his hand snapped out, catching the wrist that clutched a kunai.

"Ino?"

His expression turned strange—he genuinely hadn’t expected her to be here.

"Gen."

Ino’s eyes were firm, resolute. Her voice carried accusation—and a chill.

"Didn’t you once say that you loved flowers like these?"

"Flowers that look ordinary, don’t mind growing beside others, never think themselves noble, and bloom whenever they choose?"

"Ino, run! He’s gone insane!"

Naruto roared in panic.

But Gen only smiled and shook his head.

"And didn’t I also say," he replied softly,

"that my favorite flowers are the ones that bloom on cliffs?"

Ino froze—then seemed to understand.

"So you were the one who had been waiting all along... waiting to step across that cliff."

She smiled—relieved, almost serene.

"I was ready to take that step toward the sky a long time ago."

Suddenly, she unleashed all of her chakra at once, shaping it into rope-like bindings that lashed toward Gen.

At the same time, the explosive tags hidden on her body ignited.

She had prepared for everything—even death.

But almost immediately, she realized something was wrong.

The explosive tags... were sealed off.

Not just them—she couldn’t even mobilize her chakra anymore.

"True," Gen’s voice echoed gently.

"But that step is never easy to take. And beyond it, you don’t always find the sky."

"Sometimes... there’s only an abyss."

His gaze drifted into the distance as he spoke.

"And now—this should be the end, everyone."

"I have to say... your performance truly satisfied me."

Golden light exploded outward.

The entire world was swallowed by radiance.

Roaring energy flooded the heavens, so brilliant that no one could keep their eyes open.

The vines tightened relentlessly, squeezing the breath from their chests.

"Is it... over?"

Countless shinobi whispered inwardly as despair crashed over them.

"Damn it..."

Madara forced his eyes open.

Hashirama struggled desperately to gather chakra.

It was useless.

The God Tree’s restraint far exceeded anything they had imagined.

"Why... why did it come to this?"

Sasuke and Naruto clenched their teeth.

They refused to give up—but they could do nothing.

The golden light grew harsher, until even thought began to fade.

Their breathing slowed.

Their minds emptied.

Time passed—how long, they didn’t know.

Then suddenly, their bodies felt lighter.

A strange sensation washed over them—like standing in a spring breeze, soothing and gentle.

"So... is this what death feels like?"

"...It’s not so bad."

After such hopeless struggle, after pain so deep they didn’t even want to remember it,

the idea of letting everything fade felt almost comforting.

If only this were all just a nightmare.

If only they never had to face it again.

"Hey—just how long are you planning to sleep?"

A familiar voice rang out.

That voice alone should have filled them with dread.

And yet—

This time, it lacked its usual cold indifference.

There was something oddly teasing in it.

"And you too, Sage of Six Paths," the voice continued.

"Isn’t it about time to end this?"

"If this keeps up... they’ll really die."

Those words yanked everyone back from the brink.

Their eyes flew open.

The colossal Golden Tree still stood tall.

But Kitagawa Gen was no longer above them like a god.

He had descended to the ground.

He stood beside the Sage of Six Paths—

whose face was now deathly pale.

"What... what is going on...?"