"Do you think Imu's Eclipse Blitz can wipe out Madara Uchiha for good?"
Sengoku fell silent for a moment.
He had seen it clearly. The sky-blue giant had been swallowed whole by the dark red sea of fire, and the Chakra emanating from its Susanoo was fading fast.
By any measure, Madara Uchiha was at the end of the road.
"Most likely." Sengoku spoke slowly, with a note of certainty. Yet his voice rose slightly at the end, betraying the sliver of doubt in his heart.
Garp said nothing. He gave Sengoku a long look, then turned his gaze back to the sky. His aged hands slowly clenched, black Armament Haki flowing silently between his fingers.
"I can't shake the feeling... it won't be that simple."
A thousand miles away, on an unnamed Isolated Island.
Uchiha Fugaku felt the dark red pressure surging from Sabaody, so immense it seemed ready to crush the world itself. His heart clenched. He stepped forward almost instinctively and shouted, "Natsu! Madara's presence is being suppressed! If we don't act now—"
Before he could finish, Natsu slowly raised a hand, signaling for silence.
Fugaku froze.
He saw Natsu's face. A genuine smile had appeared on that usually cool, distant face.
Certainty gleamed in his dark eyes. His smile held a hint of mischief, a hint of understanding, and a trace of anticipation so subtle it was almost hidden.
"It seems..." Natsu said softly, his voice carried by the sea breeze to every elder present, "we can congratulate Madara."
The elders around him stared.
"Izuna," Natsu said, turning his head slightly toward the rear of the Isolated Island. No one was there, but his words rang clear. "You'll be able to bring a new life into our Uchiha Clan, too."
At that, Setsuna, Kei, Yashiro, Tekka,