The sky above the ocean was a tableau of absolute dominance. Raiden Hatake held Kinshiki immobile in a cage of stark, black chakra rods, a technique of chilling efficiency learned from his Rinnegan.
Sasuke Uchiha, his Perfect Susanoo a towering violet specter, had a single, massive chakra arrow notched and drawn, its tip humming with annihilation a hair's breadth from Urashiki's forehead. The Otsutsuki was frozen, a smirk still etched on his face, though his Byakugan eyes were wide with strained calculation.
"It seems the hunt is over before it began," Sasuke remarked, his voice cool.
"Is it, now?" Urashiki's smirk twisted.
His Byakugan swirled, morphing not into a Rinnegan, but into a lighter, azure-blue variant, its pattern less concentric and more fluid, like ripples on a pond. "Ti to fly away, little birds!"
His body dissolved, not in a puff of smoke, but into a flock of dozens of crimson origami cranes that scattered in all directions with impossible, teleportative speed, leaving the Susanoo arrow to fire through empty space.
"Tch." Sasuke's Susanoo dissipated. He hadn't expected that particular trick.
But Raiden had. His dark eyes, fixed on the dispersing cranes, didn't show surprise. They swirled, the pupils expanding into the profound, six-tomoe pattern of the Rinnegan, the ultimate ocular power inherited directly from his father, Kakashi. This was no borrowed tool, it was his birthright, and he understood spaceti on an instinctual, cellular level.
He saw what others could not. The cranes weren't just moving fast; they were phasing through micro-folds in reality, a short-range, rapid-succession teleportation.
And each jump left a faint, shimring node in the fabric of space-ti, a ghostly afterimage only soone who could perceive the dinsions themselves could detect.
"Uncle Sasuke," Raiden said, his voice calm, almost bored. "Hold the big one for a mont longer."
With a casual flick of his wrist, he reinforced the black-rod cage around the snarling Kinshiki and sent it floating over to Sasuke, who caught it with a tendril of his Susanoo's chakra, pinning the furious Otsutsuki warrior securely.
Raiden's form blurred. He didn't chase the cranes. He simply ceased to be in one place and appeared at a specific, empty point in the sky where a spaceti node glimred like a dewdrop on a cosmic web.
His fist, sheathed in crackling, white-hot lightning that burned with the intensity of a collapsing star, drove forward not at empty air, but into the node itself.
There was a sound like shattering crystal and a simultaneous, pained shriek that seed to co from everywhere. The flock of crimson cranes coalesced violently back into Urashiki's form mid-air, but he was already contorted in agony, tumbling from the sky as if he'd been struck while moving at light speed.
Raiden had punched the space he was about to occupy, hitting him through ti.
Urashiki crashed onto a rocky, barren island peak below, carving a trench. He scrambled up, his playful deanor gone, replaced by fury and pain. His azure Rinnegan blazed. "You wretched little!"
He swung his fishing rod. The line, capable of snatching chakra from across dinsions, lashed out, aiming not for Raiden's body, but for the very core of his spiritual energy.
Raiden didn't move. He raised his left hand. A perfect, hexagonal Kamui barrier, purple and crackling, materialized. The fishing line struck it and stuck, its dinsional properties nullified by a spaceti distortion of greater authority. With a sharp yank of his own, Raiden pulled.
Urashiki, refusing to let go of his prized tool, was hauled off his feet and hurtled towards Raiden.
"You want close quarters?" Raiden asked, a feral grin touching his lips, a rare expression that was pure Hatake. "Let's get close."
As Urashiki flew towards him, Raiden's right hand shot forward. "Shinra Tensei." But it wasn't a wave. It was a focused, hyper-compressed point of repulsive force that hit Urashiki square in the chest the mont he was within range.
There was no dramatic blast; all the force was driven inward. Urashiki's ribs audibly cracked, the breath blasted from his lungs, and he was sent rocketing back down towards the island like a violet teor.
Before he could hit, Raiden was below him. "Banshō Ten'in." The gravitational pull arrested Urashiki's descent, suspending him helplessly in mid-air. Raiden flashed upward, a series of afterimages trailing behind him.
What followed was not a fight. It was a systematic dismantling. A masterclass in spaceti tornt.
Raiden would appear, deliver a blow wreathed in annihilating lightning, and vanish before Urashiki could even twitch. He used miniature, localized Kamui portals to redirect Urashiki's own chakra attacks back at him from blind angles.
He phased his limbs intangibly through Urashiki's guards to strike his body directly. He created pockets of accelerated ti around Urashiki's head, disorienting him with sensory overload, and then pockets of decelerated ti around his limbs, making his movents feel like wading through tar.
Urashiki scread in frustration and agony. He tried to use his ti-reversal lantern, but Raiden simply created a spatial shear that severed the connection between the tool and its effect.
He was a fish in a barrel, and Raiden was not just the fisherman; he was the ocean, the hook, and the cruel inevitability of the catch.
"Enough! I'll consu my own eyes! I'll!" Urashiki raged, his hands flying towards his own azure Rinnegan in a desperate bid for a power-up.
"I don't think so," Raiden stated flatly. He appeared directly in front of the suspended Urashiki. His six-tomoe Rinnegan spun. "Universal Pull."
An irresistible force yanked Urashiki's arms away from his face, pulling them straight out to his sides. At the sa mont, Raiden's palm slamd onto Urashiki's forehead. "Chibaku Tensei."
But instead of a giant gravitational orb, a dense, pitch-black sphere the size of a grapefruit manifested around Urashiki's head. It was a micro-planetary devastation, compressing with unimaginable force.
The pressure, combined with a precisely targeted lightning surge to the brainstem, short-circuited Urashiki's nervous system. His eyes rolled back, his body went limp, and the black sphere dissipated. The unconscious Otsutsuki dropped to the rocky ground with a final, unceremonious thud.
Raiden landed lightly beside him, his Rinnegan fading back to his usual dark, intense eyes. He breathed out a steady stream, the ozone scent of his lightning lingering in the air.
High above, Sasuke, still holding the seething but contained Kinshiki, let out a quiet sigh. He hadn't even broken a sweat. 'At least Jigen is still out there,' he thought, a cold anticipation settling in his chest. 'That one will be a proper fight.'
Kakashi descended, landing beside his son. He looked first at the unconscious Momoshiki, then at Kinshiki in his cage, and finally at Urashiki at Raiden's feet. Without ceremony, he raised a hand towards Momoshiki.
A darkness deeper than the void blossod in Kakashi's palm, not an absorption, but an opening. The Shinjutsu: Genesis Seal. A black vortex, silent and infinitely hungry, spiraled out and engulfed Momoshiki.
There was no flash, no scream. The Otsutsuki prince was simply consud, drawn into a personal dinsion of pure deconstructive energy within Kakashi.
Kakashi's eyes closed for a second. A ripple of imnse, foreign power flowed through him, cool and vast. He opened his eyes, a spark of profound satisfaction within them.
He repeated the process with Kinshiki, the vortex swallowing the cage and the warrior whole, and then with Urashiki. Three god-like beings, vanished into his seal.
Raiden watched, a flicker of concern crossing his features. "Will absorbing three of them at once not… strain the system?"
Kakashi chuckled, a low, comfortable sound. He shook his head. "They're not being absorbed yet. They're suspended in the Genesis Seal space, being broken down at a molecular level. It's a slow digest. When I get ho, I'll accelerate the process and fully assimilate them." The feast was prepared; he would dine at his leisure.
Raiden nodded, understanding. He stretched, the last of his battle tension leaving him. His Rinnegan had receded, leaving his usual sharp gaze. He smiled, a more familiar, earnest expression.
"In that case, I'm heading back to the United Shinobi Federation headquarters. The paperwork from this 'unauthorized orbital incursion' is probably already piling up on my desk."
Kakashi reached out and patted his son's shoulder firmly, pride evident in the gesture. "Go. We'll handle the clean-up."
With nods of mutual respect to Naruto and Sasuke, Raiden vanished in a streak of silver and yellow light, teleporting back to his duties.
The remaining group, Kakashi, Naruto, and Sasuke, turned and flashed away, returning to the familiar skies above Konoha.
Landing at the Hokage's office balcony, Kakashi turned to his two forr students, his deanor shifting to one of grave seriousness.
"Be extra cautious in the coming days," he instructed.
"The balance has been tipped. Jigen will know his scouts have failed." His eyes locked onto Naruto. "Do not let Kawaki out of your sight. When I analyzed his Karma, I sensed a latent coordinate beacon within it. Jigen can use it to open a portal directly to Kawaki's location."
Naruto's face hardened with responsibility. He nodded firmly. "Don't worry, sensei. He won't leave my sight. He's under my roof now."
Kakashi's gaze shifted to Sasuke. "Sasuke. Your vigilance is key. The mont Jigen appears, and he will, he may strike anywhere, but Kawaki and Naruto will be the primary targets. Be ready."
Sasuke t his gaze, his Rinnegan spinning once slowly. A hunter's glint was in his eye. "I'm always ready."
Satisfied, Kakashi gave a final nod. His work here was done. The imdiate celestial threat was neutralized, packaged for later consumption. The next phase of the shadow war was prid. In a flicker of silver light, he was gone, returning to the quiet sanctuary of his ho.
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