Naruto: About the Fact That my Brother is Madara-Chapter 242: The Sage of Six Paths Has Fallen to Darkness

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The cutting power of Storm Release: Light Fang was truly terrifying.

Even Truth-Seeking Orbs could be sliced in half with a single strike, let alone the body of this monstrous black creature.

No matter how powerful it was, it could not withstand a laser-like slash head-on.

"What is that?!"

Kyōsuke, who was just about to make a move, froze in place. He had never imagined that hidden within Satori was another person.

A figure that seemed eerily familiar.

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Perhaps realizing that there was no escape, the black creature ceased retreating. Its muscles wriggled and contracted inward, as if being drawn back into itself.

Before long, its enormous frame shrank to the size of a normal human, and the grotesque outer shell completely disappeared.

What emerged before Kyōsuke was a young man with pale, almost deathly white skin, and a pair of horns protruding from his forehead.

His features bore the distinct traits of the Ōtsutsuki Clan.

And more than that—his face was strikingly familiar.

"I truly never expected this."

Kyōsuke's expression grew solemn as he spoke.

"The great Sage of Six Paths, the founder of the shinobi world—hiding within the Box of Ultimate Bliss, bringing disaster upon the land."

Yes, there was no mistake.

The person concealed within Satori's body was none other than the youthful form of Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki, the legendary Sage of Six Paths.

At one point, Kyōsuke had entertained the idea that the Sage of Six Paths might still be manipulating events from the shadows.

But he had never expected their encounter to happen under such circumstances.

If it were truly Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki, then his strength was beyond question. Even without an abundance of chakra, his physical prowess alone was immense.

At the very least, Kyōsuke—who had only just stepped into the realm of the Six Paths—stood no chance of inflicting significant harm upon him.

"The Sage of Six Paths..."

The young man standing before him appeared dazed, as though struggling to recall the meaning of that title.

After a long silence, he finally shook his head and spoke.

"No, you are mistaken. I am not the Sage of Six Paths."

Kyōsuke frowned slightly.

"What do you mean?"

The young man seemed to ponder for a while before finally choosing his words carefully.

"I am merely..."

He hesitated before continuing, searching for the most fitting description.

"...a manifestation of his will, created to fulfill the vision of an artificial Chakra Fruit."

"As expected..."

Kyōsuke had already suspected as much.

"So, the true purpose of the Box of Ultimate Bliss was to conduct experiments for the fruit's creation."

Thanks to his foresight and insight, Kyōsuke was able to discern the true intention behind the Sage of Six Paths' actions.

As for the young man standing before him...

He was likely no different from the Second Shadow Clone and Black Zetsu—both created through Yin-Yang Release, mere constructs of thought and energy.

The Sage had long since departed to the Pure Land, leaving behind this will-born entity in the Box of Ultimate Bliss to oversee the fruit's cultivation.

As for why he had suddenly gone berserk, Kyōsuke speculated that it had something to do with his own interference.

His actions had disrupted the natural course of events.

Ōtsutsuki Isshiki was on the verge of resurrection, and when that happened, the shinobi world would be plunged into devastation.

His threat was no less than that of Kaguya's revival.

For Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki, who had always cared deeply for the world's people, standing by and watching disaster unfold was simply not an option.

And how could he prevent it?

The answer was simple—accelerate the condensation of the Chakra Fruit and reach the level of Divine Fire before the enemy appeared.

If both sides stood at the same height, then as the founder of Ninshū, Hagoromo was confident he could defeat his foe.

"Why don't we end this conflict here?"

The young Hagoromo spoke calmly.

"Isshiki's power is beyond ordinary comprehension. Only by joining forces can we hope to protect the ninja world."

Joining forces?

Kyōsuke fell silent, furrowing his brows.

After a moment of hesitation, he gave a slight nod.

"It's not entirely out of the question... but you must stop attacking the people of the Land of Fire."

"Of course. I have already gathered sufficient chakra."

The young Hagoromo nodded, relaxing his posture as he stepped forward, lowering his guard.

It seemed that the two were about to put aside their hostilities and join forces to build a brighter future together...

But in the next instant—

Two hands struck forward at the exact same moment, piercing through each other's chests with lightning speed.

A mutual betrayal.

"Despicable!"

"Shameless bastard!"

The young Hagoromo's face twisted with fury, his expression filled with malice.

Indeed, he was merely a manifestation of the Sage of Six Paths' will, and he had once been the world's benevolent savior.

But over time, the countless grievances and resentments accumulated within the Box of Ultimate Bliss had eroded him.

By the time he realized what was happening, he was no longer the person he once was.

If not, he would never have resorted to slaughtering innocent civilians.

That was precisely why Kyōsuke had never believed a single word of his empty promises.

His agreement to join forces had been nothing more than a stalling tactic.

And clearly, the other party had the exact same plan.

For ninjas of their caliber, wounds that merely pierced the flesh were of little consequence and could be healed in an instant.

Kyōsuke pulled his arm from Hagoromo's abdomen and immediately summoned several shadow clones.

He launched a relentless assault using Storm Release: Sage Art techniques, each strike designed for maximum penetration and precision.

As for the darkened Hagoromo—

Despite possessing an incredibly strong Six Paths-level body, his chakra reserves were shockingly low.

He claimed to have successfully condensed the Chakra Fruit, yet to Kyōsuke, he didn't seem like someone who had truly achieved it.

"Perhaps the Sage of Six Paths placed a restriction upon him..." Kyōsuke muttered to himself.

Having more or less discerned his opponent's methods, a deep, golden light suddenly flared around him.

Under the darkened Hagoromo's watchful and increasingly grim gaze, a Complete Body Susanoo materialized—towering over two hundred meters tall, an awe-inspiring behemoth of destruction.

"You dare flaunt Susanoo before me?"

For the first time, Hagoromo's anger erupted into sheer, unfiltered rage.

If only he had been able to fully assimilate the Chakra Fruit—if only he still possessed his original eyes, or even just one—he would never have allowed this mere child to act so brazenly in his presence.

This fragmented spirit of Hagoromo, corrupted and twisted by the malice within the Box of Ultimate Bliss, bore no trace of the wise and noble sage of legend.

Now, he was no different from the rogue shinobi who spread calamity across the land—eyes burning with unbridled wrath, jealousy consuming his very being.

Yet even through his seething fury, he understood one undeniable truth—at this rate, he would be utterly destroyed.

"Damn it, where are those bastards?! Why haven't they arrived yet?!"

The moment his words left his lips, Susanoo had already drawn its sword.

A single slash.

The sheer force of the sword's swing unleashed a violent shockwave, engulfing everything in its wake.

The devastation extended for miles, cutting across the entire fortress city of Hozuki Castle. Every structure in its path was obliterated, reduced to mere rubble beneath the overwhelming force.

"Aaaargh!!"

From within the ruins, a mangled form writhed in agony—Hagoromo, now reduced to half a body, his flesh severed in a grotesque wound.

He had never expected this.

The Truth-Seeking Orbs—once his ultimate defense—had shattered like brittle glass.

He had mocked his opponent, convinced of his own superiority, yet in a single strike, Kyōsuke's blade had destroyed everything.

Had he not evaded at the last moment, his head would have been severed clean off.

Gritting his teeth, Hagoromo turned his gaze downward, his severed lower half lying within a deep crater.

With a painful struggle, he floated upward, determined to reconnect his body before it was too late.

But then—

*BOOOOM!!!*

A thunderous tremor rocked the battlefield.

His heart clenched with dread as he turned his head.

High above—Kyōsuke, standing atop his colossal Susanoo, had already raised his sword for a second strike.

If this blow landed, even his Six Paths-enhanced body would be obliterated.

Hagoromo braced himself. He had no choice. He had to act.

Yet just as Kyōsuke was about to bring his blade down—

His sharp senses caught something approaching from the distant horizon.

A massive wooden dragon roared through the sky, tearing through the wind as it surged toward them at terrifying speed.

"Wood Release?"

Kyōsuke's expression hardened.

"What is Hashirama doing here?!"

No—that wasn't right.

His keen gaze quickly dismissed the thought.

The man standing atop the dragon's head, concealed behind a mask, was unmistakably not Hashirama.

"Apologies, apologies," the masked man spoke lightly, his voice almost amused.

"I arrived a bit late."

Before Susanoo could turn fully to face him, the wooden dragon coiled around its raised arm, constraining its movement and halting the impending strike.

The masked man tilted his head slightly.

"Now then..."

His tone was relaxed, yet there was a sharp edge beneath his words.

"Shall I be your opponent instead?"

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