"Aaaaaah!!!"
Momoshiki Otsutsuki let out a savage roar, clasped his hands together, and merged the two red weapons in his palms into a massive red battle-axe, bringing it down on Shihōin Naraku's head with mountain-cleaving force.
The wind pressure from the massive axe blew away the surrounding rubble and plowed a trench dozens of meters long through the ground.
Naraku looked up, his long hair streaming backward under the wind pressure, his Hokage robes snapping in the gale.
He had no intention of retreating.
A dark gleam suddenly flashed across Kurikara's blade as it swept upward to meet the massive axe.
The difference in size between the two weapons was enormous.
The head of the red battle-axe was almost half a person's width, its edge glowing with a dark, bloody light as it crashed down with enough momentum to tear the heavens apart.
Kurikara, on the other hand, was merely a tachi, its blade long and narrow, with dark light flowing across it.
Yet the next second, Kurikara's seemingly fragile edge collided head-on with the red battle-axe.
The instant dark light clashed with bloody light, time briefly stood still.
Then the red battle-axe began to fracture at the point of contact.
Cracks spread toward both ends of the axe head at tremendous speed, a dense web of fractures radiating from where the blade had cut in.
In the next instant, the entire axe shattered into red motes that danced through the air, refracting fragmented points of light in the sunshine.
Momoshiki's golden Rinnegan contracted violently.
He had not even managed to see how Naraku had done it.
His strength had clearly increased severalfold after devouring Kinshiki, yet Naraku's blade had shattered his all-out strike with such casual ease.
Red motes scattered and drifted from the hand that had held the