Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 273: The Manifestation of the Ultimate Susanoo

Eight Limbo clones. Nine Complete-Body Susanoo. If all their power could be united and focused into a single existence, could he not perhaps rival the version of himself that once commanded the Yin Power of the Sage of Six Paths?

In the original series, Sasuke had once replaced the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path with his Susanoo, using it as a vessel to contain the chakra of all nine Tailed Beasts.

That Susanoo was terrifying, godlike in strength. A single casual swipe could obliterate a standard Nine-Tails clone, and even if the true Nine-Tails struck it with a close-range punch at full force, the beast would end up injuring itself instead.

It was only in that transcendent state that Sasuke truly earned the title of the strongest shinobi in the world, wielding power that could rival the Sage of Six Paths himself.

But what lies beyond the Complete-Body Susanoo?

What emerges when one dares to push the impossible even further?

THE ULTIMATE SUSANOO.

It is often said that Susanoo's destructive power rivals that of the Tailed Beasts, but in truth, only the most powerful among them, such as the Eight-Tails and Nine-Tails, can truly compare to a fully realized Susanoo. The others fall short of its overwhelming might.

The fusion of nine complete Susanoo is equivalent to merging multiple Nine-Tails into a single entity—an earth-shaking force capable of reshaping the world itself. Its power far surpasses even that of the Ten-Tails under Kaguya's command.

Such an immense chakra would be nearly impossible for anyone else to control with precision.

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But Uchiha Madara now wielded the power of the Tomoe Rinnegan. His current strength had already exceeded what was recorded in the original history.

With the aid of his soul-based ocular abilities, ninefold Ultimate Susanoo was not a fantasy. It was well within his reach.

Blood burst from his lips, a testament to the tremendous pressure placed upon his body. Yet Madara paid it no mind. He remained entirely focused, continuing the fusion of the Susanoo without hesitation.

Though the process seemed long when described, in the real world, only a few seconds had passed.

By the time Kinshiki emerged from beneath the earth and returned to Momoshiki's side, the fusion of the Susanoo had been completed in full.

RUMBLE—!!!

The colossal figure that now hovered in the sky seemed to have thrown the entire planet into a state of turmoil.

Dark clouds amassed above, thunder crackling in the heavens. Lightning cascaded around the massive form, illuminating it with a divine and terrible radiance.

Raising its hand slowly, then tilting its head to gaze down at the world below. Even this simple motion stirred violent gales that swept across the land.

"The Ultimate Susanoo," Madara murmured, awe resonating in his voice.

"Kyōsuke, your vision has been brought to life. Flawlessly."

"At last, I can surpass you—if only once."

Wiping the blood from the corner of his lips, Madara grinned with manic joy, then took control of the Susanoo and charged forward. "Come! Let us dance once more!"

From the heavens, thunderbolts rained down, converging into a brilliant, crackling spear in the Susanoo's hand, its surface etched with jagged veins of lightning.

Seeing this, Kinshiki, ever stubborn, attempted to clash head-on. But in a single blow, his weapon shattered, and the searing lightning obliterated his entire lower body.

"How can this be?!" Kinshiki lowered his head in disbelief. He could not fathom how he had fallen to a mere Earthling.

What he did not yet know was that his fellow clansmen, left to guard the moon, had already been reduced to broken, mutilated husks by those very same Earthlings.

The truth was simple: the modern shinobi world was no longer a suitable place for weaklings such as them to descend upon.

"Lord Momoshiki... Lord Momoshiki!" Kinshiki called out desperately, sensing his fate sealed. "The time has come. As per my ancestors' will, let me become the nourishment that propels you to the next level."

Why did he insist on close combat?

The answer was simple. Once he was consumed by Momoshiki, his outstanding physical combat abilities would supplement and strengthen his master's own deficiencies.

Among the vast Otsutsuki clan, not every member was granted access to the sacred chakra fruit.

As a result, Momoshiki's ancestors devised a method of cultivating capable subordinate bloodlines, shaping them over generations to one day become living chakra fruit for their descendants to consume.

Even if this method failed to ignite the divine flame within the bloodline, it would bring them ever closer to such a realm.

"...Are you certain of this?" Momoshiki's hand trembled for a brief instant upon hearing his subordinate's words.

"My lord, please do not hesitate," Kinshiki said with an unwavering conviction.

To help his master make the final decision, he even took the initiative to destroy his physical form, condensing his body into a crimson, glistening, human-shaped chakra fruit.

The sacred teachings of his clan had always instructed him to protect his master in the face of peril, even if it meant surrendering his own life.

And now, without hesitation or regret, he fulfilled that duty.

Yet deep in his heart, Kinshiki harbored one final, silent wish.

"My lord... I shall no longer accompany you in conquering the stars."

"That bowl of ramen... I truly wanted to taste it one more time..."

By the time the chakra fruit was handed to Momoshiki, Kinshiki's consciousness had already faded into nothingness.

"...I felt your loyalty," Momoshiki said softly. Without the slightest delay, he consumed the offering.

Though a part of him resisted in the depths of his heart, his expression remained calm and stoic.

He knew all too well that any sign of hesitation would be a dishonor to Kinshiki's sacrifice.

"Today... I shall bathe our enemies in blood as your offering."

BOOOOOM!!!

A devastating surge of power erupted outward. Pale blue chakra exploded from within, forming an aura that engulfed his entire body.

Having devoured Kinshiki, every cell within him was nourished beyond measure, straining toward a higher state of existence.

The chakra fruit became a blazing seed of life within Momoshiki, igniting a fiery evolution from deep inside.

Destruction, rebirth, and transcendence formed an endless cycle that forged a stronger self with every turn.

Soon, his eyes turned a gleaming gold, and a golden Rinnegan opened upon his forehead. The Rinnegan within both palms likewise turned gold.

His appearance now bore an uncanny resemblance to Kaguya after she had consumed the chakra fruit.

White hair flowed behind him, billowing wildly in the wind, and his presence radiated an oppressive force that words could not fully capture.

Stretching his limbs lightly, Momoshiki gave a satisfied nod. His strength now was indeed immeasurable.

Monkey Rock (Saruiwa)!

A colossal magma giant erupted from the ground, instantly expanding to match the size of the Ultimate Susanoo.

"A mere summoning?" Momoshiki scoffed, unfazed. "Nothing impressive."

It must be said that he was growing cocky.

He had yet to grasp the true meaning of the Ultimate Susanoo.

Only when he witnessed, with his own eyes, his magma titan being reduced to dust by a single strike of the Susanoo's divine spear did his inflated pride come crashing down. It was extinguished like a candle in a storm.

"This... this isn't possible. How can there be such an overwhelming gap between our strengths?"

"Takami Musubinokami!"

As he roared, chakra surged violently from his body, converging into a blood-red spear that shimmered ominously with deadly power.

This was the mighty Takamimusubi no Kami, the unique ability of Momoshiki's Rinnegan.

The Rinnegan in his right hand could absorb all forms of ninjutsu and chakra, functioning similarly to sealing techniques. The energy absorbed could then be used to restore his own strength.

The left hand's Rinnegan, meanwhile, could amplify the power of absorbed techniques and hurl them back at the enemy with devastating force, far surpassing the original attack.

Even Kinshiki's Amanohabaya operated under the same principle.

But unlike Kinshiki, if he were the one wielding it, not even a lightning-forged lance from the Ultimate Susanoo would possess the power to destroy a weapon crafted by Momoshiki.

Simply put, the true extent of Momoshiki's power depended greatly on the abilities he had absorbed.

"You bastard, don't get ahead of yourself!" he growled, taking a step forward. In the blink of an eye, Momoshiki shot up into the skies, rushing straight toward the Ultimate Susanoo with fearless aggression.

Unsurprisingly, the outcome was brutal. In a violent clash of energy, it was Momoshiki who came crashing back to the earth at a much faster speed, thrown down as though the very skies had rejected his challenge.

"Damn it! Damn it! DAMN IT!!!"

His furious screams echoed into the sky. From the center of his left palm, a massive ball of chakra began to swirl into existence, its form closely resembling a colossal Rasengan.

Deep Crimson Spiral!

Glaring at the towering figure of the Ultimate Susanoo, whose divine and imposing presence seemed to pierce the heavens, Momoshiki gathered all of his remaining strength. He had no intention of retreating. He would decide this battle face to face.

"A foolish move," Uchiha Madara said coldly, his voice tinged with pride. Despite his body being on the brink of collapse, his pride remained untouched.

The strength of the Ōtsutsuki duo was formidable. Each exchange between them placed immense strain on him. If he were still in peak condition, it would not have been such a burden. But now...

The consequences of that battle long ago had taken their toll. His body was crumbling beneath him.

"To ignite Divine Fire... such foes are indeed terrifying."

Even as the thought crossed his mind, blood erupted from his mouth. He bent forward sharply, coughing up a great mouthful of crimson.

The once-stable Ultimate Susanoo flickered and trembled, its overwhelming presence beginning to waver.

Madara understood clearly. His body had reached its absolute limit.

"This will be... my final strike."

The colossal giant raised its spear high. Facing the incoming Crimson Spiral, it launched its attack with a single, fluid thrust. The motion was clean, decisive, and devoid of any unnecessary movement.

There was no prolonged struggle. The moment their techniques collided, Momoshiki's jutsu was utterly shattered. In the blink of an eye, he was engulfed in the same cruel fate that had befallen Kinshiki moments before.

His lower body was completely consumed by the surging lightning energy.

"It's over..." A chilling sense of death flooded his heart. All the bold declarations and grand ambitions he once held vanished like mist before the sun.

Now, he had only one thought in mind. He had to survive. No matter the cost, he must live.

With trembling fingers, he activated the Kāma mark. A pitch-black portal tore open before him, swallowing him into its shadows.

He was unfamiliar with Earth. Lacking precise coordinates, he relied on the subtle senses of his body to locate the area with the highest concentration of human presence.

"One day... I will return."

"It is a pity. You will not live to see that day."

The portal vanished, and with it, the gravely wounded Momoshiki disappeared from the battlefield.

As for why he had spoken with such certainty, the reason was simple.

The flicker of life had completely vanished from Uchiha Madara's body.

"Lord Madara!!!" Zetsu's anguished scream tore through the air.

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In the afterlife, at the edge of the Pure Land.

Madara slowly opened his eyes, his expression blank as he took in his surroundings. Thanks to the lingering effects of his ocular powers, his consciousness gradually began to stabilize.

"So... this is death?"

A dry chuckle escaped his lips.

"Hmph. Seems it's nothing special after all."

Now existing purely as a spiritual form, Madara floated gently through the vast, silent space. He began to move, guided by instinct rather than direction, his journey aimless.

Eventually, he encountered someone.

Another soul who, like him, retained full awareness and autonomy in the Pure Land.

The man standing before him was almost unnaturally handsome, his presence ethereal. Madara's heart stirred. He did not need to ask. He already knew who this was, and what their connection meant.

"So, you've finally arrived." The man spoke with a smile, studying Madara with eyes full of restrained joy.

After countless millennia of silent vigil, Indra Ōtsutsuki—the ancestor of the Uchiha—was finally face to face with a successor who had fulfilled the dream he had once pursued all his life. A dream to prove that his father's original choice had been wrong.

The child of his blood, his reincarnation, had achieved what he himself never could. He had earned the recognition of the Sage of Six Paths.

The Ultimate Susanoo had surpassed even the power of the True Several Thousand Hands.

What more could Indra possibly ask for?

He was tired now. He longed for rest.

Finally ready to relinquish his burdens, he prepared to release his spiritual form and reincarnate into the cycle of life.

But before he left, he wished to bestow a final gift upon the one who inherited his will.

"The threat has not yet passed."

"Young man... your time to slumber has not come."

"I am Indra Ōtsutsuki. Accept my power... and lead this world toward the future it deserves."

Before Madara could utter a single sarcastic retort, his entire being was enveloped in a blinding white light.

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