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Two titanic deities stood upon the earth!
From a distant mountainside, Izuna, who had never witnessed such a spectacle, could not suppress his trembling heart. "That's the Susanoo…!!!"
Black Zetsu's voice slithered from the shadows. "That is the perfect form of the Susanoo. Only one who has awakened the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan can manifest the true power of the Uchiha."
"It's… it's incredible," Izuna breathed, his gaze glued to the colossal figures. "I never knew the Susanoo had a form like that! With that, even Hashirama's Wooden Golem would pose no threat!"
His awe twisted into bitter frustration. "But what infuriates me is that this power… it isn't my brother's alone!"
Izuna clenched his fist, his eyes narrowing as he measured the two giants. Both were Perfect Susanoo, yet a clear disparity existed. In height, breadth, and sheer mass… Itachi's towering warrior fell short of Madara's. The crown of Itachi's construct barely reached the chest of Madara's.
A grim satisfaction touched Izuna's lips. "My brother's Susanoo… it's far larger than that bastard Itachi's."
Black Zetsu provided the cold analysis. "That advantage stems from Lord Madara's Eternal Mangekyō ability—'Ōtono'. His left eye amplifies his own chakra, his right amplifies the power of his techniques. Combined, they are nearly invincible. This Perfect Susanoo is the ultimate expression of that power…"
Izuna's voice swelled with pride. "As expected of my brother! Now, he will surely cut that beast down with his greatsword!"
SHING!
On the battlefield, Madara's Susanoo drew the greatsword from its sheath. A deep blue, spectral aura billowed from the blade's edge, its sharpness unbearable to behold. The scabbard settled at its hip. The titan shifted to a two-handed grip, the massive sword resting at its side. Enormous wings, composed of countless scale-like plates, folded against its back. Flames of dark blue chakra blazed from its head like hair, radiating the wielder's overwhelming killing intent.
Across from it, Itachi's expression was solemn. Crimson flames erupted from the gourd in his Susanoo's right hand, solidifying into the form of the Totsuka Blade. In its left, more scarlet flames roared to life, forming the shield of the Yata Mirror.
Itachi's warrior charged, sword raised, shield forward.
Madara's gaze from within his cockpit was contemptuous. "You bring out your prized treasures, Itachi? Let me show you a fundamental truth. Before absolute power… everything else is meaningless!"
BOOM—!!
The Perfect Susanoo's footfall shattered the earth. The greatsword swept forward in a single, world-cleaving horizontal slash, carrying the weight of all creation.
Itachi's own fighting spirit ignited. The Yata Mirror shielding his front pulled back. His Susanoo met the incoming blade not with a block, but with a vertical downward cut of the Totsuka Blade!
CLAAAAAAAAAANG—!!!
The collision of the divine swords was cataclysm itself. A storm of chaotic force erupted, ravaging the landscape. The curtain had risen on a duel of gods.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Red and blue clashed in a dance of apocalyptic scale. The titans advanced, retreated, weaved, and struck with terrifying grace. The crimson and azure blades flashed, their exchanges shearing mountains and splitting the ground. The air itself screamed with the shriek of clashing metal and the thunderous quake of massive footsteps.
This… this was the Uchiha's violent aesthetic pushed to its absolute limit.
It was not merely a contest of strength, but of skill. Two of the Uchiha clan's most supreme swordsmen, separated by time, poured a lifetime of mastery into every move, channeled through these spectral giants.
Izuna and Black Zetsu were forced to retreat to an even more distant peak, fleeing the deadly shrapnel of chakra and shattered earth.
Watching the sky-changing battle, even Izuna felt his personal hatred momentarily eclipsed. His Edo Tensei body couldn't feel heat, yet sweat beaded on his brow.
"It's so… intense…!!!"
He tore his cloak open, his left eye burning as if it could shoot actual flames. "A battle like this… it never happened even in the Warring States Era! Brother!!!"
CLANG!
Amid the relentless assault, Itachi was searching. He knew his own advantages and disadvantages better than anyone.
The raw power of his Susanoo was far inferior to Madara's. The only reason he could stand his ground was the divine properties of the Totsuka Blade and the Yata Mirror.
But this couldn't last.
Decades ago, in that very era, the man before him had piloted a Perfect Susanoo against Hashirama Senju. His mastery was peerless.
Itachi had only awakened this power two months ago. Even with intense training, he was merely proficient.
In a battle of attrition… he would lose.
His only path to victory was the Totsuka Blade's sealing power. One decisive strike.
CLANG!
At the climax of another exchange, the Yata Mirror in his Susanoo's left hand suddenly thrust forward!
DON!
A brilliant red flash erupted from the mirror's surface, deflecting the greatsword!
Using the mirror as cover, the Totsuka Blade—already primed—shot forward like a spear, aimed directly at the now-exposed chest of Madara's Susanoo!
Madara's eyes were ice. "You think I'd let you pull that trick twice?!"
CRACK!
Something impossible happened. The arm holding the greatsword retracted. The massive wing on that side snapped open. From beneath it, a third arm shot out, its hand clamping like a vise around the wrist of Itachi's sword-wielding Susanoo arm!
Simultaneously, Madara's Susanoo's free hand snatched the scabbard from its hip and slammed it over the tip of the thrusting Totsuka Blade. The third arm twisted, forcing Itachi's construct to release its grip on the gourd hilt. Then, with a powerful heave, it hurled the scabbard—with the Totsuka Blade trapped inside—high into the sky!
"Now… the show's over!"
The greatsword came down in a devastating overhead slash!
Itachi brought the Yata Mirror up to block.
"I told you," Madara's voice boomed with absolute domination. "Absolute power is the only true path!"
BOOM!
His Susanoo took a seismic step forward. Terrifying, amplified strength poured into the descending blade.
DON! DON! DON—!!!
Itachi's eyes widened. "He's… resisting the Yata Mirror's reflection?!"
CRASH—!!
The mirror itself held, undamaged. But the un-reflected force translated into pure, concussive impact. Itachi's Susanoo was blasted backward. It smashed through a mountainside and collapsed into a field of shattered rock.
"Hmph." Madara snorted. His Susanoo charged, blade raised for the finishing blow.
Pulling the Yata Mirror back, Itachi's titan rose from the rubble. It dropped into a low, solid stance, its hands coming up to catch the descending greatsword with a thunderous CLANG!
"My Sage Mode is reaching its limit… It's time to end this."
Itachi formed a seal with his hands.
—Sage Art: Mirror Image Clone!
"Hm?!"
Madara's gaze snapped toward the plain behind him.
There… stood another Itachi.
"A clone…? But its chakra signature… it's identical to the original. Impossible."
On Azure Moon Island.
Sasuke's breath hitched. "The Mirror Image Clone… I've only seen Itachi use it once since his recovery. That technique drains his Sage Mode in an instant. He'd never use it unless it was the final move…"
Kabuto adjusted his glasses, the lens glinting. "Using that means Itachi has decided to end the battle. Now."
BOOM!!
On the battlefield, a second Perfect Susanoo, summoned by the clone, erupted from the earth!
The Totsuka Blade and the Yata Mirror blazed once more, now in the hands of two crimson titans.
Only then did the look in Madara's eyes truly shift. "I see. So you really did come here… to kill me."
BOOM!! The two crimson Susanoo launched a ferocious pincer attack from both sides
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