The instant Perfect Susanoo spread its wings over the waters off Iwo Jima and soared toward the New World, everyone at the military base felt as though the sky were falling.
Some dropped to their knees and prayed to the almighty Lord, begging him to cast that purple devil into hell.
Others urgently radioed the Department of Defense with a warning: prepare for war at all costs, scramble every fighter, and intercept the enemy outside the borders.
Those with the weakest nerves fainted on the spot. Of course, they could be considered the luckiest of the lot.
Whether it was thanks to their devout prayers or not, the Lord's miracle finally descended.
Uchiha Senmon stepped in to mediate, and Perfect Susanoo showed mercy. It seemed to abandon its plan to descend directly upon the mainland and demand an accounting, turning back instead.
When they saw this on the satellite images, the despairing crowd at the base, already on the verge of collapse, felt as though they had been pardoned. Their earth-shaking cheers nearly lifted the roof.
"Susanoo's flying back! It's flying back!"
"Yes! The United States won't be destroyed!"
"Wah... waaaah!"
Even after a long while, the survivors of the ordeal still felt weak, barely able to stand, their faces filled with lingering fear.
"It looks like Uchiha Senmon stepped in and persuaded Sasuke Uchiha to turn back."
"He's a supernatural being born and raised in modern Japan, after all. He's been steeped in human civilization. Uchiha Senmon isn't like those barbarians and monsters from other worlds who know nothing but violence."
Several hawkish politicians and generals who had advocated launching the nuclear missiles huddled together, their faces ashen, mingled with relief they could not conceal.
Although their enormous gamble had failed, the silver lining was that Sasuke Uchiha had