The Five-Tails Jinchūriki's location wasn't hard to find.
There's only one defining trait of a Jinchūriki: chakra reserves as vast as an ocean.
As long as they enter the Byakugan's long-range sight and x-ray range, shinobi with that much chakra are like a searchlight suddenly switched on in a field of candle flames—impossibly bright and impossible to miss.
Whether Han had already integrated Iwagakure's intelligence-gathering methods, or whether the past few days of slaughter convinced him there was no one on the Danzo front who could challenge him, the Five-Tails Jinchūriki never once tried to hide. From start to finish, he actively roamed the battlefield hunting down the small squads Danzo had split apart—then charged them like a cannonball, simple and brutal.
That was the classic style of a taijutsu fighter.
And yet, despite being so straightforward, no one could do anything to him.
Ninjutsu was either dodged by his absurd speed or smashed apart by the translucent crimson chakra cloak wrapped around his body. Explosive-tag kunai, thrown weapons, even blades coated with nature transformation—none of it could break through that red "outer coat."
With steam constantly venting from his whole body, the Five-Tails Jinchūriki gave off a low, wailing rumble, like a humanoid locomotive.
Anyone hit by that "locomotive" died before their body even hit the ground—reduced to pulp. Some deaths were worse: organs forced out of the body and flung who-knew-where.
Even if someone narrowly avoided being rammed, a mere brush of the steam left huge patches of burns. Without immediate treatment, infection was likely, and combat effectiveness would drop for a long time.
That was the terror of a Jinchūriki—and exactly why every hidden village feared them.
Borrowing tailed-beast chakra was only the second stage. Unlike the first stage, where chakra leakage was uncontrolled and could damage a host's sanity, the second stage was still "usable."
Above that came the third stage—partial transformation. If the host couldn't stay rational, they became a horrifying humanoid monster that didn't distinguish friend from foe.
And the fourth stage—full transformation—was one of the greatest beasts in the shinobi world: monstrous defense, monstrous offense, and the ability to fire a single Tailed Beast Bomb capable of leveling multiple small mountains. A nightmare incarnate.
Within a shinobi army, a soldier who carried that kind of power—and might lose their mind at any moment and harm their own side—was an outcast by nature.
Especially during the chakra-leakage stage: most Jinchūriki had "lost control" at least once inside their village. If even one civilian saw it, it might as well have happened in front of the whole village. After that, not only shinobi shunned them—civilians hated them too.
That left Jinchūriki with an awkward status everywhere: villages depended on them, yet instinctively rejected them.
Raised in that environment, most Jinchūriki—except for a few unusual exceptions—became sensitive, solitary oddballs.
Han, the Five-Tails Jinchūriki, was one of them.
Although he was already one of Iwa's trump-card combatants, he wasn't the commander of the Iwa front. He entered as a surprise weapon and operated alone the whole time.
Other than scouts and Anbu hidden in the shadows, no Iwa shinobi fought at his side.
That day, too, Han hunted alone.
"I'll buy you time—scatter and run!"
"Captain—!"
"Move! That's an order!"
"…Yes!"
In a forested area—rare in the Land of Rain—a Konoha squad stumbled through the drenched woods, battered and desperate, their faces full of fear and grim resolve.
At the barked command of an older, vest-wearing shinobi, the other three vanished in tearful, clenched-jaw Body Flicker.
Wooo—
A train-whistle howl approached from far to near.
Just hearing it made the Konoha shinobi left behind tremble inside.
But he gritted his teeth, drew a kunai from his pouch, and braced himself.
Then the nightmare filled his vision.
A red "meteor" wreathed in white vapor screamed toward him with a shrieking air-tear.
Look closer and it wasn't a meteor at all—it was a man wrapped in translucent crimson chakra, steaming white, charging like a living cannon shell, accompanied by a whistle and a sonic-boom roar.
Trees in his path snapped like toothpicks.
If anything, that only made him more terrifying.
The Konoha shinobi knew it was useless—but still hurled explosive-tag kunai at the onrushing figure.
At the same time, he formed seals and spat a straight beam of high-temperature flame, landing it dead-on.
It was pointless.
The blasts and the fire couldn't harm the figure in the slightest.
Not only did the crimson tailed-beast "cloak" carry enormous defensive power—the whistling steam itself formed a second layer: a steam armor. Dual defense.
Watching the enemy ignore everything and keep coming, despair flooded the Konoha shinobi's eyes.
Zzzzt—zzzt—zzzt!
Suddenly, the ear-splitting chorus of converging lightning—like a thousand Chidori—ripped through the rain forest.
Before the Konoha shinobi could even locate the sound, a blue-white spear of light shot down from the top of a tree.
Like an arrow striking a moving target, it hit Han instantly.
A wet thunk of penetration sounded—yet it wasn't Han being pierced.
It was the treetop beneath him, skewered and severed.
In the air hung a puff of steam-like white fog—just like an exploding shadow clone.
In truth, Han had erupted into an even more frightening speed and slipped out of the spear's path in an instant.
Staring at the shrinking spear of light as it retracted and vanished, the Konoha shinobi remembered the intelligence spread across the shinobi world. Joy flared in his eyes and a name burst out—
"Yoru-sama!"
The moment he spoke, a voice sounded right beside his ear, startling him.
"Go. If the fight starts, I might not be able to protect you."
"…Yes!"
Seeing Gojo Yoru—somehow already beside him—the Konoha shinobi answered with a shaking voice, then vanished in Body Flicker.
Yoru swept his gaze across the suddenly quiet forest, where only the rain remained, and slipped into Black Lightning Mode. Black-and-white arcs crawled over his body and chakra, ready to coat his techniques in the nature transformation the shinobi world had labeled Storm Release: Black Lightning.
Han still didn't appear.
Yoru held his chakra blade in one hand and raised the other in a sword-finger seal—one of the twelve hand signs: Ram.
With his talent boosted a second time and chakra control elevated to a new realm, one-handed seals and simplified seals were effortless for him now.
The clearest example: Yoru's Chidori and Chidori Sharp Spear didn't even require seals.
And his Chidori was different from Hatake Kakashi's. He first gathered a mass of chakra in his hand, then injected nature and shape transformation—like gripping a bolt of lightning that could be reshaped at will.
Late-era Uchiha Sasuke and Kakashi eventually reached the same realm.
Unfortunately, Yoru still couldn't cast sensory ninjutsu without seals.
If he could, he'd be even more absurd.
With a single Ram seal, Yoru released his sensory technique—improved a lot through two months of study and training, but still not truly outstanding.
Sensory ninjutsu, like genjutsu, used Yin Release chakra—formed by blending mental energy and chakra, then sending it outward.
Yin Release chakra was invisible. Genjutsu used invisible energy to infiltrate the enemy's senses and brain, manipulating the chakra in their neural pathways.
Basic sensory techniques instead spread Yin Release chakra into a vast, invisible net, covering the maximum range it could extend.
Any chakra signature or life fluctuation within that range became a "fish in the net"—the caster could instantly pinpoint it.
Like all fundamentals, sensory ninjutsu could be developed into advanced extensions. Yoru's weakness was that he still couldn't do that—he was using the basic version.
But he already had an idea. That was why he'd exchanged for the Soul Transformation Technique—to patch this weakness.
The difficulty was immense. Even with his second talent boost, it might take him a long time before he could develop a personal extension technique for sensing.
Shhk—
The instant his sensing spread, a white "signal line" flashed through Yoru's mind like lightning.
His gaze dropped.
Crack—! The ground split with spidering fissures.
Then a figure exploded out of the earth—wrapped in translucent crimson chakra, steaming white—like a cannon shell, swelling to fill Yoru's entire field of view in a heartbeat.
Anyone else wouldn't even be able to react.
Even Yoru from a year ago—after only one talent boost—would have needed Flying Thunder God to dodge.
But now—
Yoru not only reacted, he cleanly read Han's opening and coated his chakra blade in black-and-white current. His motion looked casual, yet the slash flashed like lightning.
The tailed-beast cloak and steam armor that could ignore all cold weapons, explosive traps, and even a Dragon Flame technique… didn't even produce a "ripping cloth" sound before Yoru's blade.
Only a black-and-white gleam—then Han, in heavy battle armor, wrapped in both cloak and steam armor, split cleanly in half at the waist.
The cut surface was smooth and straight, proof of that slash's insane sharpness.
That was what taijutsu fighters faced against Gojo Yoru.
Unless their speed matched his—or surpassed it—any fighter who needed close range to unleash full power, no matter how unstoppable their offense or unbreakable their defense, became paper before Yoru's Dimensional Slash.
One hit meant death or crippling injury.
Even Jinchūriki— even the Third Raikage with the "strongest shield"—were no exception.
And yet, the intelligence on Storm Release: Black Lightning had already spread across the shinobi world.
The black-and-white laser of annihilation, and lightning-style ninjutsu-taijutsu, were now part of Yoru's "signature."
Would Han really charge in like an idiot and die?
Yoru didn't believe a fully developed trump-card combatant would do that.
Sure enough—
Puff! Han's two halves turned into white smoke.
Then sunlight-bright radiance flooded the left half of Yoru's body.
He turned his head—and saw a massive beam, more than a hundred times thicker than his laser line, blasting straight at him.
If you had incredible dynamic vision, you'd realize it wasn't a "beam" at all, but a high-density chakra sphere moving at an absurd speed, making its trail look like a continuous ray.
Just like Han's clone burst from the earth so fast the average person couldn't dodge, this "beam" also swelled to maximum size in Yoru's sight in an instant.
Thanks to his terrifying neural reaction speed, Yoru still reacted in time, perfectly tracked its path, and predicted the impact point.
He raised his chakra blade—glimmering black and white—and held it vertically toward the incoming blast.
The "beam" struck the blade. The energy failed to budge the blade even slightly.
Instead, like tofu, it split cleanly into two halves, streaking past Yoru on both sides.
BOOM—!
As the rear glow lit up the forest ahead, two overlapping, earth-shaking explosions detonated.
From a god's-eye view, two colossal golden cannon-blasts carved a V-shape through the forest—so large they pierced straight through its entire width.
Everything in their path—plants, trees, animals—was erased to dust.
Any shinobi caught inside would have vanished the same way.
When the light finally faded, two massive trenches remained.
Yoru's pupils tightened.
He'd known "False Tailed Beast Bomb" power in theory, but seeing it was different.
A False Tailed Beast Bomb was essentially a small Tailed Beast Bomb.
A true Tailed Beast Bomb was as large as a tailed beast's head, flew just as insanely fast, and could instantly destroy several small mountains—an S-rank ultimate. Unless ultra-high-tier monsters appeared, it was universally accepted as the strongest and widest-area technique in existence.
To fire a true Tailed Beast Bomb, a Jinchūriki had to enter full transformation.
But in partial transformation, they could still fire a weaker version—dubbed "False Tailed Beast Bomb" by certain forum nerds.
If Yoru hadn't split that blast in half, it would have punched through the entire forest and gouged an even larger trench.
If a small mountain had been in its way, it might have been pierced—maybe even blown apart.
Even the weakened version was this terrifying. The real one was unimaginable.
This kind of wide-area ultimate wasn't just what Yoru lacked most—it represented a realm.
Whether it was normal chakra or space-time chakra, the day Yoru could form an energy sphere on the level of that "Gift of Separation" would mean his evolution had surpassed even demigod.
His combat power and strategic deterrence would reach an entirely new dimension.
Crack—! The ground shattered again beneath him.
Two enormous red chakra arms—like Han's earlier clone—burst from the earth and smashed toward Yoru.
Yoru vanished soundlessly. The treetop and the tree itself were obliterated in one punch.
His figure flickered silently through the forest. His eyes threaded through the trunks to Han—standing beneath a tree, both hands plunged into the earth, now in partial transformation.
"ROAR—!"
As if he sensed Yoru's gaze, Han looked up and met him across the distance, then opened his mouth and unleashed a beastly roar that shook the sky.
The roar whipped the air into a spiraling shockwave.
Where it passed, trees were ripped up by the roots; the invisible wall of wind was stronger than many mainstream Wind Release techniques.
And that… was just a roar from a partially transformed Jinchūriki.
In canon, Yakushi Kabuto got one-shot by a partially transformed Naruto's roar.
Yoru didn't block the wind wall, and he didn't need to.
He held his blade in one hand, raised his other hand's index finger, and condensed a marble-sized black-red core.
The core became a laser line, firing toward Han at a speed that utterly eclipsed the False Tailed Beast Bomb.
The invisible wind wall might as well not exist—no "balloon popping" sound, nothing.
BOOM—!
A thunderclap explosion erupted. Black-red brilliance bloomed where Han had stood, with no smoke, no flying debris.
Because the glow's colors resembled the partial transformation palette—only denser and heavier—you almost couldn't tell if Han had been hit.
Yoru didn't even glance at the blast site.
He simply tilted his head up, staring at the pale, rain-washed sky.
Above the forest, a black-red figure hovered in midair—still in a jumping posture, five massive tails swaying behind him.
Han. Still alive.
Perhaps fearing Yoru would notice him in the air and fire another laser, Han's body spun at high speed, venting dense white mist, the locomotive-whistle sound rising again as he plunged like a meteor back into the forest.
For some reason he didn't aim for Yoru—he even landed farther away, likely realizing he couldn't hurt Yoru anyway.
BOOM!
The meteor impact's shockwave flipped everything on the ground.
Normally, that kind of force would raise a giant mushroom cloud.
But strangely, the dust didn't rise. Like Hiding in Mist Technique fog, it spread outward and smothered the forest in a gray shroud.
The storm and the dust swallowed Yoru in the distance.
This much dust wasn't something Yoru could disperse.
But he wasn't worried.
In his normal state, full-body intangibility took time—no matter who the enemy was, he had to be cautious.
But in Black Lightning Mode, with space-time chakra and lightning chakra fused and surging everywhere inside him, full-body intangibility was a thought away.
In this mode, Yoru's mindset was as relaxed as Obito facing the Five Kage.
As long as the opponent wasn't space-time type, he could toy with them. If he couldn't kill them, he could still leave with maximum swagger.
If he found a one-shot opening, he wouldn't hesitate.
Nagato wasn't grown yet; the tailed-beast plan couldn't start. Jinchūriki could be killed freely—tailed beasts would revive anyway.
"This kind of power is ridiculous…"
Feet stuck to the treetop, body swaying violently with the tree, Yoru couldn't see through the dust, but he could picture the impact zone: a crater like a meteor strike.
A partially transformed Jinchūriki's casual roar was already a high-level Wind Release. The destructive range of every move dwarfed even monster-strength punches.
If that state could still maintain reason and mobility, it was the pinnacle of taijutsu in the shinobi world.
Eight-Tails Jinchūriki Killer B was exactly that kind of existence.
Yoru didn't dare imagine how terrifying Kushina would become once she could form gigantic chakra arms and layer them with monster strength.
If she punched his fragile body once, he would die instantly.
Aside from other Jinchūriki, maybe no more than ten people in the world could survive a hit like that.
With vision blocked, Yoru used sensing.
Wary of another False Tailed Beast Bomb, he kept intangibility ready.
He released his senses—and his eyes flashed with surprise.
In his perception, that terrifying, raging chakra… was gone.
In its place were multiple chakra signatures, each comparable to the earlier "earth-burst" clone.
Clearly, Han had either dropped out of partial transformation, or returned to normal long enough to cast shadow clones, then gone partial again and hidden beyond Yoru's sensing range.
Either way, Yoru didn't care.
Han's method actually suited Yoru perfectly—this was ideal for sharpening his weak point: sensing.
So Yoru's body crackled with the thousand-bird chorus, and he shot forward as a black-white lightning bolt.
Blade in one hand, the other holding the Ram seal, he tracked the movement and changes in those chakra signatures.
As he neared one signature, in his senses it suddenly "extended" a thread outward.
Then, through the gray fog, Yoru faintly saw a massive translucent crimson palm slam down.
His figure vanished like a ghost blinking out of existence.
Before the giant hand could land, it dissolved into black smoke.
Along with it—Han's confirmed clone.
Sensing was indeed Yoru's weakness, and creating dust of this density did indeed constrain him.
But if Yoru's sensing improved, this same dust would become his home field.
After instantly killing the clone, Yoru lunged toward the next chakra signature.
Suddenly, as if he'd sensed something, his expression changed sharply.
A brilliant white light exploded inside the dust.
The gray fog vanished as if erased.
The cause was a rapidly expanding transparent cube.
It expanded so fast that even Yoru couldn't react—he was trapped inside instantly.
With the fog gone, Yoru finally saw where it came from.
"…?"
Floating in the air was a small old man, eyes wide with shock and horror.
Ōnoki.
And beside him—Han, who had emerged from the dust at the same time—also fell silent.
Han stared at Yoru, who had been trapped in the Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World Technique—a perfect cube "cage"—yet was completely unharmed.
Unlike the fog, the ground, and even the trees, which had been reduced to atomic dust… Yoru stood intact.
The transparent cube vanished as quickly as it appeared.
Yet even after it disappeared, Ōnoki and Han still couldn't process what they'd seen.
Because Yoru wasn't a phantom, and he wasn't a shadow clone with a durability limit.
He was the real body—chakra blazing, lightning nature transformation pouring off him freely.
That meant their tailored assassination plan hadn't failed.
The special scroll-sealed Ōnoki shadow clone—capable of casting a single Dust Release—hadn't misfired either.
The cube had successfully engulfed Yoru at a speed so fast even Flying Thunder God should've been too late.
Dust Release, formed by three nature transformations and ranked above normal bloodlines, could erase everything—wood release, Susanoo, even the "strongest shield" that could tank tailed beasts—would all be reduced to invisible atoms.
If not for its massive cost—so costly even a Kage-at-the-pinnacle couldn't use it many times—Dust Release would be the most terrifying technique in the shinobi world.
A true "bloodline elimination" that eliminated all bloodlines.
And yet Yoru took it head-on and… didn't lose a hair.
That clearly wasn't "defense."
Against a force that disintegrated all matter, any defense was paper in a bonfire—gone instantly.
If it wasn't defense, then it had to be a special ability—one that made "objects" stop being "objects."
Combining what he knew from Yoru's earlier intelligence, and with his vast experience, Ōnoki formed a bold guess—one he almost didn't dare confirm.
Because if it was true, it meant the shinobi world was about to see a being more terrifying than even the First Hokage.
Wood Release. Mangekyō Sharingan. Dust Release that atomized matter.
All of it would be meaningless before Gojo Yoru.
Yoru, who had just narrowly avoided death himself, was also sorting through the information, his face turning grim.
Even he had fallen into a cognitive trap.
He looked up at Ōnoki—who should've been sitting in Iwagakure—and said steadily:
"So… your target was me."
Whether it was Hiruzen, Danzo, or the White Fang front's Orochimaru—hell, even Yoru himself—they had all assumed Iwa deployed a Jinchūriki first to signal Sand: we'll fight with you and share the burden.
They never expected Ōnoki to anticipate exactly that conclusion.
He'd deliberately sent the Five-Tails Jinchūriki with Boil Release—not the Four-Tails with Lava Release—to generate this high-density dust, block Yoru's vision, and force him to rely on his weak sensing.
Then Ōnoki had appeared from nowhere, hidden among Han's clones, and struck at the perfect moment with Dust Release.
If not for Yoru's intangibility—and the fact that Black Lightning Mode let him enter intangibility instantly—he would've died just now.
After Hanzō, Yoru was once again taught a brutal lesson by one of the era's strongest.
So there really was a tactic like this.
While Ōnoki was still frozen in shock, Yoru raised his hand, extended his index finger, and rapidly formed a marble-sized black-red core.
Watching that core take shape, Ōnoki felt something turn deeply wrong.
That core had started as a blue-white energy sphere—very similar to the Rasengan described in intelligence reports.
Black Lightning existed, yes—but it wasn't simply injected directly. Instead, the blue-white current inside the sphere turned into black lightning, as if some special nature was being mixed in.
That special nature was what turned the sphere black-red.
One thing was certain: that special nature wasn't Storm Release.
And when he connected that to the earlier photos—those Flying Thunder God seals scattered everywhere, the black "meteor" that had once snapped Hanzō's salamander tail, the perfect chakra-hiding technique, and now this complete immunity to Dust Release—
Ōnoki, who wielded a near "rule-like" power that disintegrated matter, finally confirmed the truth.
Before the core could become a laser and fire, he shouted at Han:
"That kid doesn't have Storm Release: Black Lightning—he has Space-Time Release! Han, run—!"
He didn't even get the last word out.
The laser pierced straight through Ōnoki's chest.
He looked down at the thumb-sized hole—no scorch marks, no lightning burns—and murmured:
"So it really is Space-Time bloodline…"
Then—puff—Ōnoki vanished into white smoke.
Seeing that, Yoru suddenly remembered the Chūnin Exams in canon, when Iruka's shadow clone popped out of the Heaven-and-Earth Scroll. He understood at once why Ōnoki had "appeared" here.
He flicked a glance at Han, who had already charged back into the dust, his chakra rapidly opening distance.
Yoru's face remained flat as he sheathed his chakra blade and formed two shadow clones.
One clone, wrapped in blue-white current with the thousand-bird chorus, plunged into the dust.
The other used Body Flicker and sank into the ground.
Yoru formed another seal. A powerful chakra surge made his bangs lift, revealing the diamond mark hidden beneath.
The mark glowed, sending out several black lines that formed a tattoo across his face, adding a strange, dangerous allure to his already cold expression beneath ice-blue eyes.
If someone could see through his clothes, they'd find a similar tattoo over his chest.
If Black Zetsu were here, he'd sense both Yoru's normal chakra and his black chakra suddenly surge in capacity.
With both Yin Seals released, Yoru didn't Body Flicker or teleport away.
He did what he'd done a moment ago: raised his right hand and extended a single finger.
A black-red core formed again.
But unlike before—marble-sized—this one was more than ten times larger.
And because space-time chakra carried high-dimensional masking, even a Hyūga observing from kilometers away with Byakugan wouldn't see the blue and black chakra streams racing through Yoru's pathways into his fingertip, compressing the core's density higher and higher.
At the same time, inside the Tsuchikage's office—
After receiving the shadow clone's feedback, Ōnoki roared, "Prepare Reverse Summoning immediately! Recon and Anbu—support Han's retreat!"
"Y-Yes!" Kitsuchi was startled by his father's reaction and hurriedly responded.
But minutes later, he returned with grim news.
"F-Father…"
Pale-faced and shaking, he said, "Han… Han-senpai… is… dead."
Ōnoki's face turned iron-black.
"Still… one step too late…?"
The scene rewinded to ten minutes earlier in the forest.
Using steam to generate explosive propulsion, Han's speed became like a fired cannon shell. In under ten seconds he burst out of the dust field and rocketed toward Iwa's lines.
His Body Flicker was unquestionably top-tier: each landing crushed treetops and earth alike—violent, brutal momentum made visible.
But no matter how fast he was, he couldn't outrun lightning fused with space-time.
Whoosh—!
The instant Han cleared the dust, a kunai coated in Lightning Release screamed out after him.
Yoru's lightning-wreathed shadow clone appeared out of nowhere, caught the kunai mid-flight with absurd reaction speed, and hurled it up into the sky.
The second clone—who'd been underground using Body Flicker and sensing—appeared in the air without warning, caught the same Flying Thunder God kunai, and whipped it down toward the forest below.
A flash of light—the kunai pinned into a tree ahead of Han, about to punch through.
The clone reappeared, caught it again, and gently placed it onto the treetop.
Next, Yoru's real body teleported beside the clone.
From his fingertip, the high-density black-red core fired.
Unlike the thin laser line, this beam expanded the instant it launched, becoming a massive black-red cannon of light that roared soundlessly toward Han.
Worse—its speed was far beyond a False Tailed Beast Bomb.
In a blink, it swelled to fill Han's vision, annihilating everything it grazed.
Those thick, tough trees couldn't even slow it for 0.01 seconds.
Even so, with Boil Release propulsion, Han burst power from his legs and barely side-stepped—an extreme, razor-edge dodge.
Then something impossible happened.
Han had just dodged—yet the massive black-red cannon, nearly half his body in size, suddenly shifted sideways toward him.
He was still midair.
He never imagined a beam that huge could move—and move fast.
So he could only watch as the cannon swallowed his upper body from left to right.
No pain at all.
Just black-red light filling his eyes—and then his consciousness cut out.
In the eyes of scouts and Anbu watching from who-knew-where, Han's upper body vanished the instant the cannon touched him—erased into nothingness.
It looked eerily similar to Dust Release.
Like controlling Chidori Sharp Spear, Yoru then guided the black-red cannon downward, erasing Han's lower body too, until the cannon finally struck the ground.
There was no thunderclap boom. No dust cloud. No flying rock.
When the cannon faded, a massive sloping trench had been carved into the forest—leading who-knew-where.
This was the full-power version of his Laser Line.
Unlike the Laser Line's compressed "explosion," this shot was a shape-transformation expansion.
It didn't explode, and its cost in both normal chakra and space-time chakra was horrifyingly high—but its effect and lethality surpassed even Dust Release.
Because its principle was similar to Chidori Sharp Spear: Yoru could control its movement.
A graze meant erasure.
Dust Release also disintegrated matter, but it made loud blasts. This cannon didn't.
Even without seeing them collide, you could predict the outcome:
No beam struggle. Dust Release would be overwhelmed.
Dust Release couldn't "disassemble" space-time—just like Truth-Seeking Orbs erase everything they touch.
And Yoru's cannon? Even a Truth-Seeking Orb shield would be pierced and erased without mercy.
That was space-time's tyranny—rule-power at a higher tier.
Its only flaw was cost.
Like his "Purple" before the second evolution, Yoru needed to release both seals and nearly drain both chakra pools to fire it once.
And the cannon was only "half-body" size.
Its complete form should be as large as a full body—a trump-card ultimate Yoru had built specifically for Ten-Tails Jinchūriki and Six Paths-level monsters.
Even a Ten-Tails host with "immortality" would be erased instantly.
This was, without question, Gojo Yoru's strongest ultimate right now.
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