The nearly ten million souls in his spiritual world were utterly devoured and refined into the purest source energy. It surged from the depths of his consciousness, sweeping through his entire body. Every inch of flesh and blood, every wisp of chakra, was being reforged in a radical transformation.
The first change came over his scarlet eyes.
The moment he devoured Hagoromo Otsutsuki's soul, his Mangekyō Sharingan had undergone a qualitative transformation, evolving into a pair of nine-Tomoe eyes. Now, as the source energy washed over them, they blazed with a dazzling scarlet glow.
Within that glow, the black Tomoe no longer simply revolved. They intertwined like living things, sometimes forming distorted patterns in space and time, sometimes coalescing into the outline of a black hole that devoured everything. At last, they settled into a unique and uncanny shape—
It bore neither the ripples of the Rinnegan nor the silvery white of the Tenseigan. Instead, it was a bizarre pattern that surpassed every system of ocular jutsu. As it shifted, it seemed capable of seeing through the illusions of space and time and controlling the cycle of life and death.
"Bzz—"
The instant his ocular jutsu fully stabilized, a pressure far greater than before burst from Genki and spread outward in every direction.
The rubble around him trembled and rose into the air. Dust was swept aside by an invisible force, and even the light seemed drawn to his eyes, leaving a strange glow of alternating light and shadow swirling around him.
This aura was neither human nor divine, but something between the two. It carried the indifference of one who controlled everything and the ruthless resolve to destroy all things.
Then his appearance began to transform.
His once-neat, short black hair lengthened at astonishing speed, as if under a growth spell. It whipped wildly through the air before finally falling to his waist, glossy and dark, its gentle movement in the wind lending him an eerie beauty.
At the same time, a dark red robe appeared from nowhere and slowly covered his tattered clothes. Its material was unknown, and faint black patterns flowed across its surface, echoing the patterns in his eyes. Subtle Uchiha Clan Crest embroidery adorned the collar and cuffs, lending the robe a solemn air while concealing a murderous intent.
The changes to his body gradually subsided. All traces of emptiness and madness vanished from Genki's eyes, leaving only a profound clarity.
There was no longer any madness for revenge or delight in destruction in that clarity. Only his devotion to his loved ones and his indifference toward the world remained—the former his only light, the latter the dust he was about to cleanse away.
He slowly lowered his head and looked at the two cold bodies in his arms. His eyes softened at once, making him seem nothing like the man whose gaze had just held the world in its grasp.
He reached out with long, pale fingers and gently brushed Uchiha Izumi's cold cheek. His fingertips passed over the bloodstains on her face with such tenderness that it seemed he feared disturbing a sleeping fairy.
"Izumi, wait for me a little longer." His voice was low and gentle, with a barely perceptible tremor. "Soon, we'll be able to see each other again."
Then he gently patted Uchiha Hazuki on the back, as if comforting an older sister who had been wronged.
Once he had done this, the space behind him suddenly began to twist and ripple. A pitch-black rift slowly opened, revealing nothingness within, yet radiating a gentle energy. He had clearly brought it under careful control so it wouldn't harm the two bodies.
Genki carefully lifted Izumi and Hazuki's bodies and slowly carried them into the spatial rift.
Only after watching the two bodies disappear completely into the passage did he slowly close his eyes. When he opened them again, all tenderness had vanished, leaving only bone-deep coldness and resolve.
He slowly rose to his feet. His dark red robe snapped in the wind, and his black hair fluttered around him. His uncanny eyes, as if beyond all things, gazed coldly into the distance—toward the Land of Wind, the Land of Lightning, the Land of Water, and the Land of Earth: the reaches of the "sinful lands" in his eyes.
The air seemed to plunge to freezing point. His voice held not a trace of emotion, yet carried the force of judgment across heaven and earth as it echoed over the silent ruins. "Wind, Lightning, Water, Earth..."
With each name he uttered, the killing intent in his eyes deepened. "These sinful lands gave rise to betrayal and buried everything I held dear. It's time... to cleanse them completely!"
As his words fell, the space around him rippled once more. This time, the ripples were no gentle passage, but waves of space charged with the aura of destruction.
His figure slowly rose into the air. His dark red robe and black hair whipped wildly in the wind as he flew toward the distant nations, like a god of judgment descended upon the mortal world.
Behind him lay the utterly fallen Land of Fire and Konoha, reduced to ruins. Ahead lay the entire Shinobi World, soon to be swept into a bloody storm by his hand.
His dark red robe snapped in the wind as Genki's figure, hovering above the ruins, abruptly came to a halt.
His uncanny eyes, beyond all things, narrowed slightly. The space around him twisted violently once more. This time, the ripples did not herald a journey, but the gathering of a destructive, frenzied energy.
"Bzz—!!!"
A roar more powerful than any before shook heaven and earth. An aura more terrifying than the Susanoo Armor that had towered ten thousand meters high erupted in an instant.
Black chakra surged from Genki like a tsunami. It was no longer mere energy taking shape; infused with the source of the millions of refined souls, it rapidly coalesced behind him.
This Susanoo had shed the nascent form of a war god. It had become a towering humanoid shadow, entirely black and traced with dark golden patterns. Its black wings no longer merely blotted out the sky; they extended for tens of thousands of kilometers as spatial rifts. Every beat carried the terrifying force to tear space and time apart. Its uncanny eyes, born of the same source as Genki's, radiated an indifference cold enough to freeze souls.
"Go."
At that single, terse command, Genki's figure merged into the black Susanoo's brow.
The towering shadow slowly turned and strode toward the Land of Water. Each step covered thousands of kilometers. Space beneath its feet shattered like glass, then reformed. Mountains and rivers along its path crumbled and vaporized under the Susanoo's pressure before it even struck.
Within moments, the terrifying giant had appeared above the Land of Water.
The clouds and mist that perpetually shrouded the Land of Water were swept away by the Susanoo's pressure, revealing the archipelago and bustling ports below.
The ninjas and civilians of the Land of Water looked up. At the sight of the colossal shadow blotting out the sky and radiating destruction, they were seized by utter panic.
"What is that thing?!"
"Is it an enemy? Activate the barrier!"
"It's no use! That pressure... I can't even move!"
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