"I'm not willing to die like this..."
Red light exploded from between Uchiha Akira's fingers.
Kushiki Otsutsuki's body began to disintegrate—from his face outward, skin, muscle, and bone turning layer by layer into crimson particles of light.
He let out a shrill wail, the scream reflecting back and forth through the layers of folded space, overlapping again and again, as if countless Kushikis were screaming at the same time.
Tears and snot were still streaming down his face, dyed crimson by the red light.
The disintegration was not fast. Uchiha Akira had deliberately slowed the pace of the refinement.
Once Kushiki's face had completely disintegrated, it was his neck, shoulders, and chest's turn.
He felt every inch of tissue in his body vanish, his consciousness gradually blurring amid the agony.
Before he died, unwillingness and regret churned in his golden Rinnegan.
The sixth Chakra Fruit fell into Uchiha Akira's palm.
Red light flowed across the fruit's surface. It was about the same size as the previous ones.
Uchiha Akira lowered his head and looked at the fruit in his palm, his brows knitting slightly.
"Tch."
He weighed the fruit in his hand, a trace of disdain appearing in his eyes.
"Seeing how good you were at running, I thought your power would be stronger."
The fruit rested in his palm. Its size, color, and energy fluctuations were about the same as Ishiki's, and even a little smaller than Raishiki's.
Uchiha Akira tucked the fruit into his clothes and turned around.
Space folded automatically beneath his feet. Golden light wrapped around him, and his figure vanished from the layers of folded space!
The Ninja World.
The Floating Island.
Uchiha Akira stepped out of the folded space, and before his foot had even touched the ground, several auras locked onto him at