The Side Effects of the Takamagahara Domain

Ban remained silent for a long time.

He didn't laugh, he didn't speak, he just quietly felt the power within his body.

Then he slowly raised his head and looked at the World Will.

The nine Tomoe swirled silently in his pupils, their crimson light deeper, brighter, and more ancient than before. A smile finally crept onto his lips.

"Interesting."

The World Will remained unchanged.

It stood at the center of the Pentagram Formation, its crimson-orange eyes staring blankly at everything below. Then it spoke, its voice flat and devoid of any inflection, like ice slowly cracking.

"Kill them."

Thousands of Demon Entities moved simultaneously.

The Vice Admiral Level demons were the first to rush out from the outer circle of the Pentagram Formation, densely packed, like a black tide surging from the sea.

They roared and howled, their claws Space Rend, their fangs protruding from their mouths.

Following closely behind were dozens of even larger demons at the Yonko Commander Level, rising higher from the formation with each step they took, causing the Air Quake.

At the very back, a dozen or so demonic figures, their imposing presence no less than that of Fugaku, were slowly pressing forward. Their movements were slow, but each step carried an oppressive force capable of crushing everything.

Fugaku did not retreat.

He stood between the eyebrows of the Complete Susanoo, Six Tomoe in his Six-Tomoe Rinne Sharingan spun rapidly at the same time.

He sensed it.

The power surging into his body from the domain was merging with his Chakra, causing his eye power to rise to a level he had never reached before.

He raised his hands and clasped them together.

Sky-blue Chakra surged from his body, no longer slowly condensing as before, but releasing instantly and explosively.

The massive body of Susanoo rose, expanded, and solidified behind him.

The patterns on the armor changed from dark gold to bright gold, and the outline of the giant body expanded from one thousand meters to one thousand five hundred meters, and then to two thousand meters.

A two-thousand-meter-tall sky-blue Susanoo proudly between heaven and earth, its giant sword blade swirling with Six-Tomoe Rinne Sharingan- level ocular power ripples.

Then came the second statue.

Qi's Susanoo rose from the ground behind him, its dark red armor reaching a height of two thousand meters.

The third one, Susanoo with the sickle pattern of the Yaoyu, is two thousand meters long.

The fourth one, Yakumi Kunai Susanoo, is two thousand meters long.

Setsuna, Tekka, Tōhō, Taoho, Killing Hall —one after another, one after another, behind the Uchiha clan members with the Yashiro -Six-Tomoe Rinne Sharingan, two thousand meters tall Complete Susanoo, like a steel jungle blooming on the battlefield.

Below, the Night Owl Guard members who had just activated their Mangekyo Sharingan also moved.

Their Susanoo weren't as exaggerated as two thousand meters, but each one was several hundred meters tall, with different colors, shapes, and weapons.

Some carried knives, some carried guns, and some carried bows.

Hundreds of fully formed Susanoo rose from the battlefield, like a dense mountain range formed from Chakra and ocular power.

Before them, those Demon Entities, whose forms should have blotted out the sky, now looked like a swarm of ants crawling at the feet of giants.

Natsu has changed too.

He hovered above the void, his aura undergoing an extremely dramatic transformation.

A snow-white robe replaced the original pale purple dress, its hem and cuffs fluttering gently in the still air.

The jet-black hair gradually shed all its impurities during the transformation, becoming an extremely pure, lusterless black, like a night sky stripped of all light.

His eyes slowly opened.

Within its scarlet pupils, nine jet-black Tomoe were arranged quietly in its left eye, while nine others rotated synchronously in its right eye.

In each eye, nine Tomoe are distributed around the pupil, with the patterns unfolding in concentric circles, like a miniature nebula compressed to its extreme.

Two eyes, eighteen Tomoe, and eighteen waves of pupil power were released simultaneously, forcing the surrounding air to retreat in all directions.

The Nine-Tomoe Rinne Sharingan.

A pair.

He looked down at his hands.

Long, slender fingers and fair skin.

He paused for two breaths, then looked up at the Demon Entities charging towards him.

His gaze was flat.

There was no tension, no excitement, no sharpness like in tactical analysis, and not even hostility towards the enemy.

He simply saw them and then made the decision to "eliminate them".

Ban frowned slightly.

He hovered several hundred meters behind and to the side of Natsu, his Nine-Tomoe Rinne Sharingan slowly rotating in his eye sockets, his long white hair fluttering in the air currents of the Six Paths Chakra.

He had been keeping an eye on Natsu.

From the moment Natsu activated the Takamagahara Domain, he noticed some extremely subtle changes.

Natsu's movements were still as precise as ever, Natsu Senjutsu Chakra was still as powerful as ever, and his combat strength had not decreased; in Natsu, it was even stronger than before.

But something within him is slipping away.

The spots were clearly visible.

When Natsu looked down at her hands, there was no sense of certainty in her eyes that said, "These hands are mine."

He was only looking at a pair of hands, a part of a body. When he looked up at the Demon Entities, he didn't feel the urgency of "these things are going to kill my people."

He was simply looking at a group of targets that needed to be eliminated.

Then Madara saw him turn his head and glance in Fugaku's direction.

In that glance, there was indifference. It was faint, light, like a thin layer of ice covering the surface of water, yet it was definitely there.

Ban's brows furrowed even more.

His gaze shifted from Natsu to the figure on Mary Geoise.

The World Will stood at the center of the Pentagram Formation, its crimson-orange eyes staring blankly at everything below.

Its temperament is very similar to Natsu's at this moment.

The same coldness, the same emptiness, the same sense of alienation as "not belonging to this world".

An idea took shape in Madara's mind: the power of Takamagahara is essentially on the same level as the World Will.

The World Will is the embodiment of the rules of this world; it has no emotions, no desires, no purposes, only mechanical judgments.

The "supreme" of Takamagahara also signifies a state of being free from desires and wants.

The more Natsu uses the power of Takamagahara, the less human he becomes, and the closer he gets to the World Will.

Ban understood.

He finally understood why Natsu possessing such immense power, had always been unwilling to use it.

He's watching.

He's waiting.

He didn't call out to Natsu, nor did he interrupt him.

He knew that Natsu needed to be in this state to fight this battle.

He simply kept this discovery in mind, intending to ask about it after the war was over.

If Natsu is still Natsu after the fight is over.