202 Naruto: Snatching the Mangekyō

Suddenly, Akira snapped his head in a certain direction, his expression turning gravely serious.

"What is that? It feels as vast and boundless as natural energy itself!"

In his memory, only the revived Ten-Tails had ever given off such an overwhelming sensation, akin to the infinite power of natural energy.

This was the same phenomenon Naruto had perceived when he entered Sage Mode during the Fourth Great Ninja War.

Now, Uchiha Akira was experiencing the same thing.

"Damn it..." he muttered under his breath, frustration evident in his tone.

It was clear—the worst-case scenario had unfolded. He had been thrown back to the ancient era, a time when the Ten-Tails still existed as the Divine Tree.

'Well, there goes any chance of collecting the One-Tails and Seven-Tails' chakra,' Akira thought, utterly exasperated.

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble violently. A deep rumbling filled the air as the earth split open. From beneath the surface, a massive tree root, as colossal as a mountain range, erupted into the sky.

"What the hell is going on?!" Akira leaped into the air amidst the flying debris, retreating swiftly to a safer distance.

With a deafening crash, the enormous root writhed and twisted, morphing into something that looked unmistakably like a tail.

"No way... That's a tail of the Ten-Tails?!" Akira's eyes widened in shock, disbelief written all over his face.

Through his sensory abilities, Akira could detect that the Ten-Tails' main body was hundreds of kilometers away. The fact that its tail could extend this far sent chills down his spine.

As the tail retracted, the chaos subsided, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation.

Standing amidst the ruins, Akira steadied his breathing and activated Sage Mode.

Moments later, his expression grew even darker. His crimson Sharingan glinted with a mixture of shock and awe.

Hundreds of kilometers away, an intense battle was raging—far more ferocious than any fight Akira had ever experienced, even his battle against Nagato.

Looking up, he saw the distant sky undergoing drastic changes. Thick clouds gathered ominously, lightning flashed, and thunder roared—a harbinger of impending doom.

Boom!

A thunderous sound echoed, followed by a shockwave akin to a super hurricane.

In an instant, every tree in the oasis was uprooted, tossed around like mere straws in the wind.

Yet, amidst the storm, Akira stood motionless, his robes unaffected, as though he were a ghost untouched by the physical world.

Three titanic chakra signatures clashed fiercely in the distance, their power so immense that it felt like the very fabric of the world was trembling with each collision.

Each clash reshaped the landscape, splitting the earth and altering the environment beyond recognition.

"There's no helping it... Fortune favors the bold. Since I'm already here, I might as well give it a shot. With Kamui, I might just have a chance," Akira thought to himself before vanishing from sight.

When he reappeared, he was at the edge of the battlefield, hundreds of kilometers away.

From this vantage point, he finally saw it—the battle between Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo, Ōtsutsuki Hamura, and the Ten-Tails.

It was pure, unadulterated violence, devoid of any techniques or jutsu.

The two brothers, with bodies so absurdly strong they seemed invincible, were going head-to-head with the colossal Ten-Tails and holding their own.

The Ten-Tails was massive, its body like a towering mountain, rippling with raw power. Each swing of its enormous hands shattered the earth, causing true cataclysmic destruction.

In comparison, Hagoromo and Hamura were like ants.

Yet, despite their size disparity, the brothers not only matched the Ten-Tails in raw power but often gained the upper hand in their clashes.

Hum!

The humanoid Ten-Tails opened its mouth, releasing a Tailed Beast Ball capable of obliterating everything within a hundred-mile radius.

Hagoromo and Hamura responded without hesitation. The Truth-Seeking Orbs behind them transformed into black staves.

The staves sliced through the air, intercepting the Tailed Beast Ball and splitting it into four parts.

Boom!

A blinding explosion followed, erasing entire mountain ranges from existence.

"Brother, someone's coming!" Hamura's Byakugan sharpened as he noticed Akira.

Although Hagoromo didn't possess the Byakugan, his immense power allowed him to sense Akira's arrival immediately.

"This person's power..." Hagoromo frowned, casually deflecting another massive Tailed Beast Ball.

"There's something familiar about it. Those eyes—they seem to have inherited some of Mother's strength."

"Should we stop him?" Hamura asked while slamming the Ten-Tails into the ground with a single palm strike.

"Let's see what his intentions are first," Hagoromo replied, shaking his head.

Meanwhile, Akira ignored the brothers entirely and charged toward the Ten-Tails.

He had no intention of interacting with Hagoromo or Hamura. These two were far too powerful. If they deemed him a threat, even Kamui wouldn't guarantee his safety.

Their relentless attacks could force him into a continuous defensive state, and once Kamui's intangibility timed out, he'd be doomed.

For now, he relied on Kamui to evade every attack as he advanced.

"His ability is quite formidable... Is it space-time ninjutsu?" Hagoromo muttered, intrigued.

Space-time techniques were not unfamiliar to the brothers. In their battle against Ōtsutsuki Kaguya, she had displayed overwhelming space-time powers, pulling them into bizarre dimensions filled with glaciers, deserts, and molten lava.

Though they eventually escaped back to the ninja world, it was a grueling fight.

"Brother, I think he's here to help us," Hamura observed.

On the battlefield, Akira unleashed his Perfect Susanoo, a towering black figure that charged straight toward the Ten-Tails.

Despite its immense size, the Perfect Susanoo appeared minuscule next to the Ten-Tails, like a child facing a giant.

"His strength is decent, but it's not enough to harm the Ten-Tails. Hamura, let's join in," Hagoromo said, dashing toward the beast.

For now, the priority was clear—defeat the Ten-Tails.

Anyone willing to assist in this endeavor was an ally, regardless of their mysterious origins.

The Ten-Tails roared in fury, unleashing a devastating attack that warped the natural world itself. The earth trembled, lightning rained down, and hurricanes and floods erupted as it manipulated natural energy.

Yet Akira, shrouded in the intangibility of Kamui, moved unscathed through the chaos.

As his black Susanoo soared through the sky, lightning crackled along its twin blades.

With a burst of speed, Akira aimed straight for the Ten-Tails' enormous head.

Hagoromo and Hamura, witnessing this display of strength, couldn't help but feel a flicker of admiration.

This mysterious man and his otherworldly abilities were stronger than they had anticipated.

With the black lightning of Kamui coursing through its blade, the Susanoo prepared to strike, determined to carve its mark into the Ten-Tails' monstrous form.