A dinsion that does not belong to Anominaka—its ground an endless plain, its sky an unnatural green.
Izayoi appeared here together with the Ten‑Tails. Through the eyes of his Wood Clone he once again watched a foreign dinsion collapse.
Unlike the previous dinsion that had been drowned in white light, this one was being devoured by a "spaceti hole." Sky and earth fractured like a crumbling arena; trees, soil, everything was dragged toward the hole’s terrifying gravitation.
The hole grew larger and larger until it swallowed the entire realm.
Of course, neither Izayoi nor his clone actually "saw" that mont in person—they perceived it only through Tensonari, which shows the future.
Where a spreading spaceti rift is beautiful yet lethal, a spaceti hole consus things violently. Unless one escapes imdiately, the hole’s pull soon becos strong enough to nullify even spaceti techniques.
That sort of danger could never overco Izayoi’s Anominaka or Yomotsu Hirasaka,
but techniques like Kamui would likely fare far worse.
"Basically, a spaceti hole is the ultimate form of Sasuke’s Anotejikara," Izayoi murmured in awe.
A smile tugged at his lips.
He had just lost two personal dinsions, yet witnessing them die in two different ways—while holding the "Transcendence (Multi-Color)" and "Flight (Multi-Color)" traits—had explosively deepened his insight into spaceti.
New techniques were already forming in his mind.
Before Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo could locate him, Izayoi clapped his hands and created twelve chakra prayer‑beads.
They radiated brilliant gold, whirled into a luminous wheel, and then dissolved into countless photons that vanished into the void—‑or rather, rged with it.
Izayoi’s Rinne‑Tenseigan and Rinne‑Sharingan flashed, bonding him to this dinsion and adding it to the roster of Anominaka spaces.
At that very mont a white rift split the air.
Hagoromo stepped out at once.
"Shff—"
Without a word he swung Sword of Nunoboko, sending a white slash that tore space itself toward the Ten‑Tails.
Izayoi reacted on pure instinct, ready to transfer the Ten‑Tails elsewhere. Just as instinctively, he used Tensonari, glimpsed the creature’s future, and halted the chakra he had already begun to invoke. Instead he seized a chakra bead, fused it with the Sword of Nunoboko to form a black lightsaber, and hacked back with a golden slash.
White t gold. For several seconds the golden arc actually held, but it was finally split in two and the remaining force surged toward Izayoi.
Those seconds were enough. He produced a Wood Clone, opened Yomotsu Hirasaka, and escaped with the Ten‑Tails.
He did not retreat to another Anominaka realm, because the future showed Hagoromo’s clones lying in ambush there. Shifting the Ten‑Tails would only invite a sneak attack.
"An eye that can see the future... how troubleso," Hagoromo muttered, cold light flashing in his gaze.
If banishnt failed, he would simply have to destroy Izayoi—or at least seal him away.
Abandoning elaborate tactics, Hagoromo charged, Sword of Nunoboko in hand.
Sensing his intent, Izayoi dismissed his black blade, clapped again, and ford a cloud of golden chakra spheres mixed with Truth‑Seeking Balls that orbited him. One sphere—no larger than a fingernail—rested between his fingers.
Hagoromo saw everything. Chakra is chakra; the Rinnegan’s clairvoyance missed none of it.
Yet in the next instant the chakra bead—and Izayoi himself—vanished.
A deafening roar exploded beside Hagoromo.
He spun, unfazed, and guided his Truth‑Seeking Balls into a white tornado, effortlessly blocking the Eighty Gods Vacuum Attack.
anwhile, the Sword of Nunoboko gathered the power of pure conviction in his grip.
When the tornado and Izayoi’s punch‑shock had each worn down by half, Hagoromo flashed a stroke: a pure‑white slash that tore apart both tornado and fist‑light curtain.
Izayoi struck simultaneously, launching a five‑coloured sphere that beca a rainbow pillar. It collided headlong with Hagoromo’s slash.
Cracks laced space and ti; the dinsion quaked.
Ignoring the turbulence, Hagoromo kept flying. Izayoi back‑pedaled in mid‑air, opened a black Yomotsu Hirasaka portal the size of a window, and fired dozens of bone arrows through it.
Black fissures blood around Hagoromo, forming identical "windows"; bone arrows burst out from every angle.
Hagoromo neither blocked nor swept them aside—Truth‑Seeking Balls cannot stop Kekkei Mōra.
Instead he ford a small black sphere and hurled it aloft. Invisible gravity bent every arrow’s course.
Then his pupils shrank: each arrow bore a Flying Thunder God seal.
White orbs materialised around the arrows.
Boom—
Blinding white light drowned the world; thunderous explosions shook the dinsion even harder. The white curtain lasted only monts before golden fist‑beams shattered it like glass.
When the glare faded, only closing spaceti cracks remained. Both combatants had vanished.
...
Hagoromo tore through warped spaceti tunnels, his body ravaged and missing limbs. He sensed sothing and slipped through a curving passage.
Monts later Izayoi arrived at the sa locus and followed.
They erged into a snow‑laden ice world, where Hagoromo’s body was already seventy‑percent healed. Though this vessel lacked the Ten‑Tails and thus the Regeneration (Multi-Color) trait, his mastery of Yin‑Yang Release let him nd even fatal wounds so long as life persisted.
Seeing Izayoi pursue him into this space, Hagoromo attacked again.
This ti he threw the Sword of Nunoboko.
The divine spear changed mid‑flight—black to gold, then elongated into a vast net of interlocking chains.
Izayoi narrowed his eyes and dodged without hesitation. Like the shield he had once made from the spear, this net contained unique power that even Truth‑Seeking Balls could not break, plus a terrifying sealing effect.
Only now did he fully understand how those overpowered Six Paths tools had been forged—Yin‑Yang Release plus the creative power of Sword of Nunoboko, injecting the force of rules themselves into objects.
The golden net missed and, instead of returning, hod in on Izayoi, exerting intense gravity to drag him in.
Calmly, Izayoi transford a chakra bead into tal.
Hagoromo stiffened, focused, and recreated another Sword of Nunoboko.
The instant he sensed Izayoi’s chakra appear at his rear right, gravity shifted: both n were suddenly crushed flat. The scene had flipped—they were now in a super‑gravity dinsion.
Prepared, Izayoi loosed two bone arrows.
Unruffled, Hagoromo enfolded himself in a black sphere fashioned from the Sword of Nunoboko.
A white fissure cleaved the sphere; Hagoromo was gone.
"Still doesn’t work, huh," Izayoi muttered without surprise. If such tricks could fell Hagoromo, he and Brother Hamura would have died to Kaguya a thousand years ago.
He dove into another spaceti tunnel, pursuing. From ice world to gravity field to rocky pillars like Kamui Space, they fought across dinsion after dinsion, each crafting tactics to seal or slay the other—yet every plan was countered.
Throughout, neither used Six Paths Sage Arts; only Truth‑Seeking Balls represented "ninjutsu." Against Kekkei Mōra, ordinary jutsu was worthless. Even the Eighty Gods Vacuum Attack or All‑Killing Ash Bones were liabilities if they missed. In contrast, Yin‑Yang Release, chakra beads, Sword of Nunoboko and spaceti skills cost little chakra and were lethally effective.
They clashed for half a month. Styles and tricks laid bare, each narrowly escaped the other’s deadly stratagems ti and again. Whenever one gained the upper hand, the other fled.
Izayoi seldom fell behind—his eyes saw the future. In every new dinsion he secretly grew Wood Clones via Wood Release to grant himself an overhead view and additional foresight. If pressed, he would simply shift to another Anonaka refuge.
Here the stat‑sheet gap beca clear. Hagoromo needed Sword of Nunoboko to copy Yomotsu Hirasaka; its small but real startup lag could not compete with the original.
After two weeks, Izayoi had burned one‑third of his chakra.
Hagoromo’s, however... had grown.
Yes—by devouring the souls’ chakra of Pure Land spirits, his reserves had actually increased.
"You’re even filthier than those who use forbidden arts to judge souls," Izayoi sneered. "Sucking chakra from the Pure Land at will—are you the ’Shinigami’ of the Uzumaki clan?"
"Only by ending an interloper like you can the Shinobi and Pure Lands both know peace," Hagoromo replied coldly. "They fight beside to protect this world. They are the true saviours."
"Sadly for you, your chances are gone," Izayoi laughed. "After half a month you’ve only the Six Paths Chibaku Tensei and summoning Madara’s brothers left, right?"
Hagoromo’s pupils tightened. Staring at those golden Rinne‑Tenseigan, he could only marvel again: "Eyes that see both past and future... such a dōjutsu."
"There’s plenty more to surprise you."
Izayoi raised his hand, forming sothing new. "These two weeks were fun, but now—ga over."
Seeing what lay in Izayoi’s palm, Hagoromo’s expression finally changed.
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