The colossal blue chakra giant lood over the battlefield like a lighthouse piercing through the darkness, radiating an awe-inspiring presence. It was an overwhelming sight, easily visible from miles away.
The ergence of the giant imdiately captivated the world's attention. Soon, dia helicopters flocked to the skies above Manila's beach, rushing to capture the battle between Kaiju and Susanoo.
"Hello, everyone! This is Globo TV, reporting live from Manila, Philippines!" The reporter's voice crackled through the broadcast, trembling with excitent. "As you can see, while the Kaiju rampages through the city, a massive blue giant has appeared out of nowhere! That's right—this behemoth is more than twice the size of the Kaiju! And right now, we're witnessing a scene straight out of mythology—the giant is pumling the Kaiju!"
The reporter, overwheld by the spectacle, rambled incoherently, unable to contain his disbelief. The broadcast was rushed and the video quality was poor, but none of that mattered. The ratings exploded. People around the world watched in astonishnt as the battle of titans unfolded live on their screens.
Even before the dia helicopters arrived, satellites from various nations had already locked onto the battlefield. Governnts had braced for the possibility of a nuclear detonation—yet, instead of witnessing another catastrophic explosion, they saw the giant appear.
The unexpected sight left them stunned. Relief mingled with dread. On one hand, they were grateful for the intervention, as it prevented the need for a nuclear strike. On the other, they were terrified—the mythical giant was clearly far more powerful than the Kaiju. It was a force beyond their comprehension.
First ca the Kaiju invasion, and now a mythical giant had erged. Anxiety swept through the world. Many feared they were witnessing the beginning of a doomsday scenario.
In conference rooms across the globe, governnt officials exchanged tense glances. Suspicion imdiately fell on Japan. The towering blue figure bore a striking resemblance to the Crow Tengu from Japanese mythology.
The Japanese representative, however, was visibly uncomfortable. "We have no connection to this giant," he declared, his voice firm but defensive. "Yes, the image resembles the Crow Tengu, but it's purely coincidental. If this were a Japanese strategic weapon, do you honestly think we would tolerate Arica's attitude?"
The room fell silent. The statent was blunt, but it left no room for debate. The other nations quickly realized the giant had no ties to Japan.
Now the focus shifted—how could they communicate with this mysterious being? Was it an alien? A god? No one knew. Yet, the sheer power it displayed demanded caution.
anwhile, on the battlefield, Madara's Susanoo continued to rcilessly puml the Kaiju. Though the Kaiju was a biological weapon engineered by the Precursors, it was no match for Madara's brutal strength. The once-ferocious monster cowered under the relentless blows, its body weakening with every strike.
If not for Madara's desire to test the Kaiju's potential as a summoning beast, he would have slain it with a single blow.
Seeing that the Kaiju had been sufficiently subdued, Su Xiuyu spoke up. "That's enough, Madara. If you keep this up, you'll kill it. There's no point if it's dead."
With a reluctant grunt, Madara finally stopped. His fists, still crackling with chakra, clenched tightly, his battlelust barely contained.
"Let handle it," Su Xiuyu offered, stepping forward. His expression was calm, but his eyes glead with determination.
"Sharingan!"
In a flash, Su Xiuyu's Sharingan flared, the tomoe spinning hypnotically. The Kaiju's eyes widened, its mind ensnared by the genjutsu. With practiced ease, Su Xiuyu invaded the creature's spiritual world.
There, he glimpsed fragnted mories—the Kaiju's rampage in Manila, the chaos of traveling through wormholes to Earth, and finally, a hazy image of its creator: the Precursors.
Su Xiuyu's knowledge of the Pacific Rim universe from his past life gave him an edge. He knew the Precursors had invaded Earth as early as the Triassic period. However, the planet's harsh climate at the ti made it unsuitable for their survival, forcing them to retreat.
Yet, they never abandoned their plans. Instead, they watched Earth from afar, waiting for the right mont. Now, with the planet's environnt more habitable, they had returned, bringing with them their biochanical weapons—the Kaiju. This invasion was no accident—it had been in the works for millennia.
Within the Kaiju's body, Su Xiuyu detected residual organic transmitters—biological components that still linked the creature to the Precursors. He quickly turned to Madara. "There are still so connections to its creators. Cut them off with your Susanoo's sword."
Madara's lips curved into a rare smile. "Hmph. With pleasure."
Without hesitation, Susanoo drew its massive ethereal blade and slashed across the Kaiju's neck and back, severing the connecting organs. The Kaiju, already weakened, offered no resistance. It simply slumped to the ground, its massive body twitching slightly.
Once the link was severed, Uzumaki Mito stepped forward. With her hands glowing in a soft green hue, she perford the Palm Sage Technique, flooding the Kaiju's wounds with healing chakra.
The once-violent creature gradually stopped struggling. Surprisingly, as Mito's chakra flowed through its massive fra, the Kaiju seed to beco more docile. Despite its beastly nature, it recognized that it was being healed. It remained still, allowing Mito to continue, no longer displaying any aggression.
Every mont of the encounter was captured by the satellites and transmitted back to governnts around the world.
The mythical giant they had feared was not a supernatural being—it was a human creation. The dia was quick to identify Su Xiuyu and his group as the sa individuals who had intervened during the San Francisco Kaiju attack.
"Cross-reference the footage with the previous incident," a military analyst ordered.
Monts later, the results ca in.
"Confird. A 99% match with the individuals who appeared during the San Francisco attack."
The room fell silent. The realization sank in. These people weren't part of the Kaiju invasion. They were humanity's unexpected saviors—albeit ones far beyond their comprehension.
"What do we make of this?" one of the representatives asked, breaking the silence. "They've saved us twice now, but the timing of their appearances is... suspicious. Almost too convenient."
"Suspicious or not," another official countered, "we don't have the right to question them. With their level of power, we're in no position to make demands. They captured a Kaiju alive—sothing our entire military failed to do. That alone speaks volus."
The Russian delegate snorted. "If you ask , you should stop wasting ti with speculation. We're in no position to challenge them. Let's be grateful they're not our enemies."
The room fell into uneasy agreent. They knew the cold truth—if these superhumans ever turned against them, no nation on Earth could stop them.
Now, the question shifted.
"Who's willing to initiate contact?" one of the officials asked. "Soone needs to extend a hand. We must establish communication. They clearly know more about the Kaiju than we do."
Though no one volunteered, they all knew they would eventually have to confront these enigmatic figures—whether with diplomacy or desperation.
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A heavy silence hung over the room. The suggestion of establishing contact with the mysterious beings weighed heavily on everyone's shoulders. Communicating with them could yield unimaginable knowledge—perhaps even mark the first official dialogue with beings from another world.
But who would take on such a task? The stakes were imnse. A person of low status would lack credibility, while a high-ranking official carried the risk of offending these powerful individuals. One wrong word could make them enemies of the entire planet—no one wanted to bear that burden.
"I'll go."
The voice cut through the tension.
"As a representative of China, I'm willing to take the lead and initiate contact with them."
The conference room fell silent for a mont, then collectively exhaled in relief. If China's representative was willing, the others were more than happy to let him. China was known for being cautious and pragmatic. The world trusted them to handle this delicate situation.
"Then, we'll leave it to you, Mr. Wang," one of the officials said solemnly.
Without further delay, a military helicopter was dispatched. With its blades cutting through the humid Manila air, it carried Wang Tao, the representative of China, toward the battlefield.
anwhile, Uzumaki Mito finished healing the Kaiju. The once-feral beast slowly rose, its massive fra trembling slightly. To everyone's surprise, it bowed its massive head toward Mito—a gesture of gratitude.
"Hahaha! It seems this beast has so brains after all," Madara smirked, clearly satisfied. "At least it knows how to thank the person who saved its life."
Though still a biological weapon engineered by the Precursors, the Kaiju now displayed signs of intelligence. It recognized Mito as its savior, while instinctively cowering before the terrifying power of Uchiha Madara. And of course, it didn't dare glance at Su Xiuyu, whose silent presence exuded an even more chilling pressure.
For the first ti, the Kaiju felt free. Its connection to the Precursors had been severed, and it was no longer just a mindless tool of war. It could finally act on its own instincts.
Seeing its newfound awareness, Madara's eyes narrowed with interest. Without hesitation, he produced a summoning scroll and held it out toward the Kaiju.
"You understand , don't you?" Madara's voice was low but commanding. "I want to form a summoning contract with you. From now on, you'll be a summoning beast of the Uchiha clan. When we call, you will fight alongside us."
Then, with a sly smirk, he added, "And I assure you, the Uchiha clan will treat you like a treasure. You'll be revered, not shackled. Of course..." His eyes glead with nace as Susanoo materialized behind him. "You're free to refuse. But you won't like the consequences."
In a flash, Susanoo drew its massive sword and swung. A single slash cleaved the sea itself, splitting the waves and sending the shockwave barreling across the horizon. The force of the strike reached hundreds of kiloters away, shattering the tranquility of the ocean.
The Kaiju's eyes widened in terror. It instantly realized the truth—Madara had been toying with it all along. If he had wanted it dead, it wouldn't have lasted a second. Its survival was purely at Madara's rcy.
Without hesitation, the Kaiju bowed its massive head once more and dripped its blood onto the scroll. Its toxic, blue-tinged blood failed to corrode the contract, instead seeping into the parchnt. Monts later, Madara bit his own finger and pressed it against the scroll, signing his na with his own blood.
"Done," Madara declared with satisfaction.
With a loud bang, the Kaiju vanished in a puff of smoke, transported into the summoning realm.
Su Xiuyu exhaled quietly, relieved. Though he had been confident the summoning contract would work, this was still an unfamiliar world. The fact that summoning techniques retained their power here proved that space-ti ninjutsu held a higher priority than ordinary elental techniques.
The rhythmic thrum of helicopter blades filled the air as Wang Tao approached the battlefield. Steeling himself, he repeated the diplomatic phrases he had prepared in his mind. He knew his mission carried unimaginable risks. Yet, he also knew it was necessary.
When the helicopter landed, Wang Tao took a deep breath and stepped out. He was imdiately greeted by the bizarre sight of the vanishing Kaiju. The massive beast had just disappeared in a burst of smoke, leaving only a faint trace of its presence. And standing nearby were the people responsible—one of them, a wild man with waist-length hair, and another, calm and composed.
The scene was so surreal that even the seasoned diplomat nearly lost his composure. Despite his efforts, his voice trembled slightly.
"Excuse ... I'm Wang Tao, the representative of China. Sorry to bother you."
Madara, who couldn't understand the language, rely glanced at the man coldly and turned his eyes toward Su Xiuyu, silently indicating for him to handle it.
Hearing Wang Tao's familiar accent, Su Xiuyu froze for a brief mont. mories of his previous life surged forward, stirring emotions he thought he had buried.
"Hello, Wang Tao," Su Xiuyu greeted in flawless Mandarin.
Wang Tao blinked in surprise. He had expected a cold reception, perhaps even hostility. Instead, he was t with a warm and familiar voice.
His eyes flickered between the two n, suddenly realizing sothing. The man just spoke Chinese.
His heart skipped a beat. Was it a coincidence, or was this man... from his world?
Seeing the flash of realization in Wang Tao's eyes, Su Xiuyu smiled faintly. "Don't overthink it, Mr. Wang. You're right—we're visitors from another world."
Wang Tao's jaw tightened. Though he had prepared for shocking revelations, he was still montarily speechless. Forcing a wry smile, he steadied himself.
"I see... that certainly explains a lot," Wang Tao replied, his voice strained with disbelief.
Su Xiuyu's calm expression didn't change. "Go ahead and ask your questions. I'll tell you what I can. You're free to share so of it with the outside world—just not anything regarding us specifically. I trust you'll be discreet."
Wang Tao's face stiffened slightly. He imdiately understood the veiled warning.
"Of course," he nodded. "You have my word."
After a brief pause, he asked, "May I know how to address you? And... why do you speak Chinese? Do people from other worlds speak Mandarin, too?"
Su Xiuyu chuckled softly. The man was sharp. His first question was about his na—a diplomatic and safe approach. But his second question was deliberate. By asking about the language, Wang Tao was subtly probing for a deeper connection, hoping to establish common ground.
"You can call Su Xiuyu," he answered, offering his real na without hesitation. His eyes narrowed slightly. "And here's a little piece of information for you. I do have ties to China—and a fondness for it. That's why I speak Chinese. You could say I have a soft spot for it."
Wang Tao's shoulders relaxed slightly. He had gambled on his instincts, and it paid off. Su Xiuyu's admission of his ties to China was a diplomatic breakthrough. Though it didn't guarantee any favors, it offered a glimr of hope.
The diplomat smiled faintly. Even if Su Xiuyu wouldn't openly pledge allegiance, his cultural connection was enough. The familiarity could serve as a bridge between worlds.
For the first ti, Wang Tao felt a sliver of optimism. Though the future was uncertain, this was a step in the right direction.
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