Oumadala, Ohmaiyohsaikotomitomeru!

Blood-red steam erupted from the area around Guy's heart.

It was not blue steam, nor green radiance, but an intense red—brilliant as the evening glow, glaring as fresh blood. The red blaze spread outward from his chest, enveloping his entire body in a blood-colored, burning light that flowed like magma. His skin changed from deep crimson to dark red, like a piece of iron that had been heated through and was about to melt. His hair drifted in the bloody flames, every strand burning, glowing, becoming a bursting star that had condensed its entire life into a single instant.

Eight Gates Released Formation.

Gate of Death, fully opened.

Guy's feet left the ground. He did not jump; the power erupting from within him, powerful enough to tear apart the earth, lifted and propelled him upward. Like a rocket breaking free of gravity, he slowly yet irresistibly rose into the sky. A long trail of blood-red light stretched behind him, drawing a burning, enormous stroke beneath the purple-black sky, as though written in blood—the final stroke he left upon this world, using his entire life as ink.

Kakashi knelt amid the rubble, his right arm stretched forward, all five fingers spasming in the air. His mouth hung open as he tried to shout a name, but that name caught in his throat like a broken bone piercing his vocal cords, leaving him unable to utter a single word. In his left eye, the Sharingan Obito had given him spun madly, its Three Tomoe shifting into the shape of a Mangekyou. Reflected in his pupil was that blood-red figure, rising ever higher, growing ever smaller.

That figure became a burning red dot in his eye, like a meteor.

Then that meteor plunged toward Madara.

Guy landed before Madara. Less than twenty meters