Kamui's Devouring and Utatane Koharu's Dawn of Despair

That destructive aura seared every nerve in Hyuga Hiashi's body like a red-hot branding iron.

Self-destruction!

There were no tactics, no contest of skill—only the purest, most primitive, most unreasonable outpouring of energy!

Through Hyuga Hiashi's Byakugan, the Mutant was no longer a living creature. He had become a "sun" on the verge of detonation, formed from a vast amount of chakra and hashirama cells compressed to a maddening degree! Blinding light erupted from every crack in his body, washing the shattered study in stark white. Even the air began to twist and wail.

It's over!

This time, it's really over!

At such close range, against such terrifying energy, even the Third Hokage in his prime would have had no chance of survival! This was beyond ninjutsu. This was a natural disaster!

Hyuga Hiashi collapsed on the floor, unable even to think of fleeing. His mind went blank. He could only watch as that mass of light swelled, swelled, and swelled again, about to swallow everything...

Yet amid that absolute despair, a contemptuous chuckle reached his ears with perfect clarity.

"Ending it with self-destruction?"

"Utatane Koharu, your imagination is just as barren as your vision."

Baishi's voice was quiet, yet it pierced the deafening hum of energy as precisely as an icy steel needle.

He slowly raised his head.

At that very moment, Hyuga Hiashi saw them.

He saw those eyes that froze his very soul!

They were no longer the black pupils that had held such playful mockery before.

Against blood-red sclera, three jet-black blades, curved and sharp as scythes, slowly revolved around each central pupil. Linked yet distinct, they formed a complex pattern—cold, uncanny, and filled with an ominous aura of destruction!

Mangekyō Sharingan!

Unlike the ordinary three-tomoe Sharingan on the Mutant's body, chaotic and frenzied, capable only