For a moment, the Moon went quiet.
Hinata stood a short distance away, fingers clenched tightly in front of her chest.
Her heart had been pounding since the battle began—
but now, watching the Fifth Hokage stand beneath the Giant Tenseigan as its power poured into him instead of draining him…
her heartbeat slowed.
Her wide Byakugan reflected the scene in disbelief.
He's… absorbing it?
The colossal eye above the plaza was dimming by the second.
Its once blinding green radiance flickered like a dying star.
"No… impossible…"
Seitian's voice sounded hollow.
He stood frozen, staring at the Giant Tenseigan as if staring hard enough would restore it.
"How can it lose control…?"
The eye that answered only to Ōtsutsuki blood.
The weapon that was meant to judge worlds.
Now it was emptying itself into a man from Earth.
"PUH—!"
A mouthful of blood sprayed from Seitian's lips.
Whether from backlash or fury, even he couldn't tell.
His aura faltered.
At the center of the plaza—
Ren's Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan spun once—
then locked into place.
A surge of ocular power erupted outward.
Buzz—!
Inside him, five distinct forces collided and intertwined:
Senjutsu chakra from Sage Mode
The lunar energy of the Giant Tenseigan
The density of Armament Haki
The evolved ocular force of the Eternal Mangekyō
The awakened tremor force, vibrating at the edge of reality
At first, they resisted each other.
Different origins. Different rules.
But under Ren's precise control, guided by instinct and ruthless will—
they began to synchronize.
Not blend randomly—
but align.
A thin layer of blue chakra formed over his body.
Sage Mode.
The familiar facial markings surfaced across his face, sharp and defined.
Then the Tenseigan's power surged harder—
fueling the process.
The five energies accelerated.
Compressed.
Collapsed inward—
until—
BOOM.
Everything fused.
Not layered.
Not stacked.
Unified.
The shockwave that followed didn't explode outward violently—
it warped the space around him.
Ren's eyes changed.
The crimson pattern of the Eternal Mangekyō dissolved—
reforming into a clear, sky-blue dōjutsu that radiated depth far beyond a single world.
A Rinne-Tenseigan.
His Hokage cloak fluttered, its fabric catching faint pale-blue markings that shimmered with Six Paths authority.
The blade in his hand—the Kusanagi—shifted as well.
Dark orbs condensed behind him, hovering silently in formation.
Truth-Seeking Orbs.
The Moon's surface trembled again—this time not from borrowed power, but from Ren's own.
Seitian collapsed backward onto the ground.
His face drained of color.
He knew that presence.
He had studied ancient records.
The aura behind Ren was unmistakable.
"Six… Paths…"
His voice cracked.
"You used the Giant Tenseigan to break through…"
Not just evolve.
Not just grow stronger.
But step into a realm once reserved only for ancestors.
"This… can't be…"
The pride of the Ōtsutsuki.
Their secret weapon.
Reduced to a stepping stone.
Against a Six Paths-level Ren—
there was no strategy left.
No trump card.
No illusion of control.
Ren lowered his gaze to the blade in his hand.
He flexed his fingers slightly.
The Truth-Seeking energy responded instantly.
"So this is Six Paths."
His tone was calm.
Not ecstatic.
Not shocked.
Just… certain.
"My life force has advanced."
"My chakra quality has changed."
"My abilities… have become fundamental."
In truth, he should have crossed this boundary long ago.
But in the shinobi world, there had always been a ceiling—
an invisible suppression tied to the will of the Sage of Six Paths.
Now—
with the Giant Tenseigan's energy forcibly integrated—
that ceiling shattered.
His Rinne-Tenseigan rotated once, slow and clear.
His Six Paths chakra still carried the tremor of tremor force.
The density of Haki.
This was not ordinary Six Paths power.
It was something more violent.
More absolute.
"Fifth Hokage!"
Seitian roared, scrambling back to his feet.
"You thief!"
"You stole the Ōtsutsuki's sacred power!"
Ren glanced up.
Then casually lifted his right hand toward the fading Giant Tenseigan.
It was already hollow.
Drained.
He clenched his fingers.
CRACK—!
The enormous eye fractured.
A clean, brittle sound.
Like glass giving up.
The next instant—
the Giant Tenseigan disintegrated into dust.
Silence followed.
Seitian stared at the empty sky.
Then grabbed his head.
"It's over… it's all over…"
The weapon of generations.
Gone.
Destroyed like an ornament.
Ren stepped forward.
Each step felt heavier—not physically, but existentially.
He stopped in front of Seitian.
His voice was flat.
"How do you want to die?"
Seitian lifted his head, madness flickering through his eyes.
"If you've got the guts—kill me!y"
"The Ōtsutsuki ancestors won't let this go!"
Ren didn't reply.
He moved.
Not fast.
Not flashy.
Just… gone.
SHNK.
The Six Paths Kusanagi passed through Seitian's neck before his mind could register danger.
For a fraction of a second, Seitian remained standing.
Eyes wide.
Expression frozen.
Then—
a thin red line formed.
And the body separated cleanly.
No explosion.
No struggle.
No last technique.
Just absolute suppression.
Ren lowered his blade.
The Truth-Seeking Balls hovered quietly behind him.
Hinata stood at a distance, stunned speechless.
The Moon was silent again.
This time—
because nothing on it could oppose him anymore.
Ren looked up at the empty sky.
Six Paths.
Achieved.
And this was only the beginning.
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