Gaara hovered in midair, staring up at the Perfect Susanoo that had appeared without warning. Its aura sent a shudder through the depths of his soul, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
A name buried deep in his memory surfaced alongside a flood of terrifying images. It came haltingly from his trembling lips:
"Madara... Uchiha!!!"
The floodgates of memory burst open!
During the Fourth Shinobi World War, Gaara had faced that godlike man, Madara Uchiha, alongside Tsunade, Ōnoki, A, and Mei Terumi!
That blue Perfect Susanoo had shattered mountains with a sweep of its hand. He remembered the despair, the utter helplessness.
Now the dark red Susanoo before him bore that same familiar pressure, that same stance poised to destroy everything.
In his memory, Madara Uchiha's Susanoo slowly raised its massive Chakra sword.
In reality, Uchiha Hikari's Susanoo raised one of its two swords. Crimson Chakra flowed along the blade like molten rock.
Then and now were exactly the same!
Memory and reality overlapped. Fear and shock tangled together! Gaara lost his composure and froze, forgetting to fight back, forgetting to control his sand. He could only stare at that devastating sword light, just as the boy he had once been had stared down absolute power.
The next instant...
In his memory, Madara Uchiha's giant sword fell. Two mountains split apart, and the Five Kage flew backward, coughing blood...
In the present, Uchiha Hikari's crimson sword came crashing down toward the motionless Gaara and the vast stretch of hills behind him, carrying the force and brilliance to sever all things!
A crimson line flashed past. Where the sword light struck, the earth was torn open as if by a giant invisible plow. An abyssal canyon dozens of meters wide formed in an instant, its walls crystallizing under the searing