"Go wait sowhere else for now. If nothing unexpected happens, I’ll need you before long."
Izayoi glanced at the Ten‑Tails, whose simian face bore the very sa eye as the one in the center of his own forehead, and chuckled softly.
Then, with Anominaka he shifted the Ten‑Tails into another dinsion.
Instead of returning to the real world to cancel Infinite Tsukuyomi, he stayed to deal with his "entries."
He broke down every entry below multi-color grade, sending his points soaring past 1.7 million—lucky, but nothing extraordinary.
Next he dismantled the two Multi-Color entries [Kekkei Genkai · Rinnegan] and [God of Taijutsu]; his points instantly shot up to 5.23 million—again, decent luck.
All the remaining Multi-Color entries he chose to fuse.
In a flash, the number of Multi-Color entries on his panel climbed into double digits:
Transcendent Aptitude (Multi-Color)
Ōtsutsuki Bloodline (Multi-Color)
Kekkei Mōra · Rinne Tenseigan (Multi-Color)
Kekkei Mōra · Rinne Sharingan (Multi-Color)
Kāma (Multi-Color)
Flight (Multi-Color)
Chakra Control (Multi-Color)
God of Taijutsu (Multi-Color)
Kekkei Mōra · All‑Killing Ash Bones (Multi-Color)
Regeneration (Multi-Color)
Right now—apart from having less raw chakra than Ōtsutsuki Kaguya and the Madara body she possessed—Izayoi’s panel no longer fell short of the Progenitor of Chakra in any respect.
In fact, it was even more lavish: he not only had the Rinne Sharingan but also the Rinne Tenseigan, giving him far more offensive options than Kaguya.
If he beca the Ten‑Tails’ jinchūriki, or ate a Chakra Fruit, or swallowed a pill refined from one, both his chakra and his lifespan would skyrocket. At that point he would surpass Kaguya in every dinsion.
Feeling the flood of information from the fused entries and the abilities he could now sense clearly, Izayoi clenched his fist and murmured with a smile, "Now I’m completely invincible."
The words had barely left his lips when reality slapped him.
Crack—
A blinding white flash speared skyward.
There was no chakra surge at all; it looked more like a fissure in space‑ti itself, catching Izayoi off guard. He still dodged on instinct, but a fraction too late: the white light flashed past and his right arm was severed.
Although the searing pain didn’t make him frown, a tremor flickered in his eyes. His gaze locked on the figure below—forrly bare‑chested but now back in a white robe, grasping the Sword of Nunoboku: Uchiha Madara. With Rinne Tenseigan and Rinne Sharingan activated, Izayoi saw his true nature and sneered coldly:
"The mark of Yang power is your Kāma. So you’re a pure‑blood descendant born on Earth who’s mastered the Ōtsutsuki clan’s innate talents? Using your own offspring as a reincarnation vessel—that’s your backup plan, Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo... no, Sage of Six Paths."
Indeed, the man before him was no longer the Shinobi Warlord; Hagoromo had seized Madara’s body once more.
Hagoromo didn’t answer. Hovering in mid‑air, his purple Rinnegan studied Izayoi. "You defeated Mother and inherited her power. Apparently your Ōtsutsuki blood ca through so similar kind of theft... interloper from an unknown world!"
Izayoi’s eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about? I don’t quite follow."
In truth, shock waves were pounding through his mind. This guy... had he really seen through Izayoi’s identity?
Unaware of Izayoi’s turmoil, Hagoromo went on. "Ever since you opened Six Paths Sage Mode I’ve been watching. At first I thought you were the one Mother feared—soone who’s lived a thousand years on borrowed Kāma power, waiting to reclaim the God‑Tree’s strength. But I overturned that theory. You aren’t an Ōtsutsuki; you’re sothing even more terrifying.
"Whoever you defeat—after a while, you may gain their power. That sort of theft is scarier than Kekkei Mōra. Even this body of yours, strictly speaking, isn’t yours."
He spoke coldly: "Every person’s soul and flesh are the sa age and fit only each other. If another soul seizes a body, the body instinctively rejects it and collapses within years. Kāma’s power rewrites the body’s data to match the new soul, even changing appearance. But you... are different. Your soul and this flesh match one hundred percent, as if you were born here. Only my eyes, which see your soul’s true age, revealed the discrepancy.
"It’s neither possession nor Kāma‑style reincarnation. It’s like coming back to life with mories intact." Hagoromo’s tone hardened. "I thought you were a reincarnated Pure Land soul, but this inexplicable theft, even plundering God‑Tree power, doesn’t belong to this world’s system. Strange as it is, no other explanation fits."
He pressed on without letting Izayoi speak: "Next you plan to unseal Mother, feed her to the Ten‑Tails, absorb the planet’s energy, and grow a second Chakra Fruit, don’t you?"
Though phrased as a question, his voice was full of certainty.
Izayoi fell silent. The storm inside him cald. A playful arc curled across his handso face. "So that’s why you helped Madara and worked against from the shadows."
Mystery resolved, he felt no more scruples and praised with a smile: "As expected of this planet’s ’world will.’ You survived millennia with just a soul, spotted one of my biggest secrets at a glance—clearly you’re the real final boss."
"An outsider after all?" Hagoromo’s face darkened.
"Strictly speaking, we’re all outsiders." Izayoi spread his hands lightly. "The Ten‑Tails is an alien species; your mother betrayed the higher ranks; you and Hamura were created by the God‑Tree’s chakra. None of you have true ties to this world. Compared with you, I’m at least half native, since I’m living a second life here."
"If you’ve beco part native, why harm this world?" Hagoromo demanded. "Don’t you know the God‑Tree drains planetary life‑force? When that energy falls, cataclysms follow—vast regions lose all life!"
"If the planet were that fragile, would you and I exist?" Izayoi laughed. "The God‑Tree bears fruit only once a millennium. The myths of the Rabbit Goddess and the Sage of Six Paths happened a thousand years ago, aning the Ten‑Tails beca the God‑Tree at least two thousand years back. The planet has long since recovered enough to birth a second Chakra Fruit without hurting its core.
"Besides, while I’m around, petty disasters aren’t worth ntioning. Compared with my plans, weren’t your ninja experints far more harmful?"
He snorted. "Afraid my power will rise enough to ddle in the Pure Land and make you lose control?"
Hagoromo said nothing; he rely swung the Sword of Nunoboku. White light flared—not at Izayoi but carving a rift beside them, a portal like the one to Yomotsu Hirasaka. He flew into it.
Izayoi blinked, puzzled, then instinctively used Amano‑tokotachi to read Hagoromo’s future. His face changed. Without hesitation he invoked Anominaka and appeared in the super‑gravity space that imprisoned the Ten‑Tails.
At that mont a white portal opened there too. Several black spheres shot out, turned white, and swirled into a pure‑white tornado—a colossal dragon of storming white that roared toward the Ten‑Tails. The technique resembled Izayoi’s own Silver Wheel Reincarnation Explosion, but its might was on an entirely different plane: space warped around it, leaving ripping white scars—true space‑ti turbulence, the sa power that had one‑shot Izayoi’s wood clone.
His pupils contracted. Completely out of his league.
Neither Izayoi nor Madara had mastered more than the most basic white slash of the spear—turning belief into attack. Izayoi had gone a bit further, combining it with Truth‑Seeking Balls to create and even destroy a whole sub‑dinsion, yet he still couldn’t wield pure annihilation. Now Hagoromo was demonstrating why the spear was called a divine blade of creation and destruction: a casual swing tore space, opening a transit gate, then reshaped that power into an attack.
Compared with this, Kamui’s space‑ti technique was negligible.
Confronted with such an assault for the first ti, Izayoi did not rush to block it; he knew Hagoromo’s goal was to reclaim the Ten‑Tails, beco a pure‑blood Ōtsutsuki again, and devour the planet. Although the Ten‑Tails is immortal, if banished into a space‑ti void, even Izayoi couldn’t retrieve it. The Ten‑Tails is no Gedo Statue and can’t be summoned with the Rinnegan.
Izayoi had reverted the Gedo Statue to the Ten‑Tails precisely to keep Hagoromo from summoning it away. Rember, the original Hagoromo could even summon Pure Land spirits and the nine Tailed Beasts.
This thousand‑year old scher, though his entries were less flashy than Kaguya’s and fewer in number than Ten‑Tails‑jinchūriki Madara’s, was vastly stronger. He had taken Yin–Yang Release to unfathomable heights: his creative and destructive power outstripped most Kekkei Mōra.
So Izayoi used Anominaka again, warping himself and the Ten‑Tails elsewhere. Then he flew to the beast’s head and, like Ōtsutsuki Isshiki in Boruto, raised a hand and drained its chakra.
He did not choose to beco its jinchūriki—for all he knew, Kaguya or Hagoromo had laid traps inside the beast. Even Kaguya herself, after eating the Chakra Fruit, fought against her sons without making herself jinchūriki; Isshiki likewise avoided it. Until he fully understood the thing, Izayoi would steer clear.
For now the safest way to store the Ten‑Tails was inside the Chakra Fruit it would produce, or in chakra orbs condensed from its power—both consumable directly. Izayoi picked the latter.
Soon he had sucked the Ten‑Tails dry. The once raging monster collapsed weakly. He made a Wood Clone to carry it into another dinsion, while his real body stayed put, waiting for Hagoromo. Izayoi wasn’t worried; his eyes had already seen that future.
Before long, the familiar white portal reappeared. Hagoromo flew out, and Izayoi again invoked Tensonari—a golden clock materialized...
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