Otsutsuki · Kyoshiki

Konoha – the Forest of Deathly Silence.

Uchiha Yoru stood atop the Hokage Rock, overlooking the scorched earth that had once boasted of being the "center of the Ninja World."

The Hokage statue has long since collapsed, leaving only weathered rock fragments flake off in the wind, like the whispers of mourning for the dead.

"Is this the 'bond' you've been shouting about?"

He chuckled softly, but his laughter was as cold as a blade slicing through an icy lake.

"They talk about 'comrades,' 'trust,' and 'hope'—but when it comes to sacrifice, they all become incredibly good actors."

His gaze fell downwards, where there lay piles of broken Forehead Protector, burnt tribal flags, and bloodstains that had not yet been weathered.

That wasn't pity, but the cold indifference of a judge.

"The Ninja World is too noisy."

Too many ideals, too few results. Too much inspiration, too little action.

He raised his hand, and images of the remnants of the three great nations appeared in the void.

With a light tap of the fingertip, the red light flashed and disappeared, leaving no embers.

Perhaps the timeline of this space-time is right at the end of the Ninja War.

The people from several major and minor ninja villages are particularly adept at helping each other and indulging in self-pity.

And then—that was it.

Without a word, with a wave of his sleeve, he wiped out those troublemakers who were still wailing "hold on," along with their so-called beliefs.

Today, less than 30% of the Ninja World still has life; the rest is a wasteland.

His expression remained calm, like a reviewer correcting a scrap of paper.

"Those 'heroes' who constantly talk about 'peace' and 'sacrifice' --"

"Essentially no different from a cow, only capable of ruminating on past pains and gossiping about past glories, yet they call themselves great?"

He turned around, his tone indifferent:

I don't eat beef.

He doesn't need flowers, he doesn't need worship, and he certainly doesn't need to be "understood".

All he cares about is the result.

If only this world would stop being so noisy.

"I am not a saint."

"Furthermore, he is not a savior."

"This world--"

"It's no longer worth being moved by."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped into the void, and his figure vanished.

Uchiha Clan Compound.

Uchiha Yoru sat on a high platform, quietly closing his eyes.

Suddenly--

Space trembled, and three auras seemed to tear apart the dimensional barrier, instantly descending upon the ancestral shrine.

The void shattered, and the three figures stepped in almost simultaneously.

Number One's steps were like those of a mountain, his gaze like that of a monument, and his voice like the deep sound of a war drum.

"The Three Great Sage Regions have been reduced to ashes."

"Toad, snakes, and Katsuyu were all thrown into the abyss of the Ten-Tails Pocket. Those self-proclaimed holy beings... they didn't even leave behind ashes."

Number Two, clad in his battle robes, smirked coldly.

"A corner of the moon broke off, and those descendants of the Otsutsuki Clan couldn't even withstand a single Tengai Shinsei."

"The rest? I didn't like them, so I wiped them off too."

Number Three dusted off his cloak, his expression the most nonchalant, yet his tone the harshest:

"Isshiki, and the small movements of the Kara, and all is finished."

"Their Ten-Tails have become evolutionary food for the Ten-Tails in the Pokémon Universe."

He paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes:

"And Isshiki 'backtracking node in case of failure' thing, I also conveniently erased its existence to avoid being annoying."

Three Uchiha Madara stood in a triangular formation around the altar.

The Truth-Seeking Orb floated, its Ten-Tails swirling with energy, the Yin and Yang energies vibrating and intertwining, like the three poles of the universe converging.

Uchiha Yoru slowly opened his eyes, his gaze a blend of deep blue and dark purple, and calmly spoke:

"Very good."

He said softly:

"Noise has been cleared."

Uchiha Yoru slowly rose to his feet, his cloak fluttering in the still air.

Just then, the thunderclouds above the Uchiha Clan Compound suddenly stopped churning.

Instead, there is an illusion of absolute silence—like a silent pendulum slicing through time, even the fluctuations of heaven and earth seem to be frozen in time.

"... They've arrived."

Number Three was the first to look up, casually stretching, but his gaze instantly sharpened like a knife.

A beam of silvery light descended from the sky, like a signal of cosmic rift flowing backward.

Immediately--

The void cracked open layer by layer, peeling away like origami along non-Euclidean paths, eventually tearing out a portal that resembled a mirror projection.

He came out.

The silver-white robe slowly draped down, its hem trembling slightly with the dark purple energy flowing through the void, like ripples on the edge that devour reality.

His white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, yet at the ends it appeared to be fragmented and scattered, as if it might assimilate into the air at any moment.

His pupils were rotating blue-purple fractal Rinnegan; wherever his gaze fell, everything was caught in a cold, calculating logic.

"... Anomalous observation coordinates: Cosmic branch number N-994, the divergence value exceeds the norm by five standard deviations."

He raised his hand and gently opened his folding fan.

It was a hunting fan painted with tattered ancient characters and symbols. Each time the fan ribs opened and closed, it seemed to be enacting a logical formula before the extinction of the universe.

"The source of interference for the variable has been identified as 'Unknown Species' and its related isomorphic projections. It is recommended to update the sample number to 'Primary Variable'."

He didn't look at the three spots, but merely glanced at them with the indifferent gaze of someone observing an experiment.

Number One asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Otsutsuki Kyoshiki's tone was like a programmed echo, "The Court of Imaginary Numbers, Central Observer, Otsutsuki Clan Void Formula. My duty is to examine anomalous spacetime jump events, contain remaining fragments of Kaguya's genes, and -- eliminate runaway variables."

Second Squadron sneered, "So, you're planning to eliminate us?"

"You? No--"

Void Formula raised his eyes, and circles of data cracks appeared in his eyes. "You are merely dispensable intermediary symbols on the path."

"--No need to reserve."

Before the words were even finished, the world suddenly changed.

He suddenly unleashed a series of fan-shaped attacks, instantly creating a "Symmetry Collapse Domain"!

The surrounding space was cut into tens of thousands of mirrored split lines, and countless "future shadows" rapidly superimposed, fractured, and recalculated in reality, as if the entire territory had been thrown into a quantum collapse device.

The third spot was the first to move!

With a flick of his wrist, the Chakra in his palm surged violently, and his pocket universe burst open, from which the phantom of the Ten-Tails roared forth!

The power of the Tailed Beast distorted the sky, their nine eyes snapped open, and their aura was like the thunder of judgment.

"No matter where you come from out of the sky... if you dare to disrupt my Ninja World, you won't even have a record of your existence left behind!"

The Ten-Tails leaped forward and opened its mouth to bite down on the Otsutsuki Kyoshiki. Wherever it passed, even the spatial structure was torn apart like cloth.

However--

"Causal trajectory correction complete."

Void Formula opened his folding fan, his voice as cold and indifferent as a measuring instrument.

"Projection Inversion: The Devouring Path Migrates to an Alternate Dimension"

With a silent tremor, the Ten-Tails' bite motion unexpectedly "twisted" in mid-air, forming a strange zigzag as it bit into a "delayed afterimage" of itself in the void.

"Autophagy - Begins."

The Ten-Tails roared in pain, entangled by its own illusory form, its Chakra feedback chaotic, and for a moment it fell into a logically chaotic cycle of suicide.

Number Three's expression darkened, and he muttered coldly, "... This guy can even rewrite the trajectory of a spell?"