"The Sage of Six Paths? That's nothing more than a legend. To this day, no one has been able to prove he ever existed. Isamu, you're straying further and further into fairy tales," Hiruzen Sarutobi remarked, dismissing the claim with a wave of his hand. Sen nodded in silent agreement; he didn't buy into the myths either.
"Believe it or not, I'm telling the truth. This world is far more complex than you realize. Anyway, I'm full. Let's head out." Without waiting for a response, Isamu stood up and walked toward the exit.
"Damn it! We haven't even had a chance to eat yet, and you've polished off the entire spread!" Realizing the table was bare, Hiruzen and Sen quickly paid the bill and hurried after him.
"Since I've got a full stomach, how about a little warm-up? I want to see if our Hokage's skills have regressed—and while we're at it, let's see how much you've improved, Sen." Isamu offered a direct challenge as they stepped outside.
"Fine by me."
The trio bypassed the village training grounds, heading straight for the dense forest behind Konoha. A clash of this caliber would likely level any standard training area.
"Sen, you're up first. Let me see what you're capable of. I'll save my bout with Brother Hiruzen for the finale," Isamu said, beckoning him forward.
"Then let me test the man they call the Uchiha's finest. Take this!" Sen's eyes bled into the crimson of the Three-Tomoe Sharingan as he charged.
A Clash of Clansmen
The two engaged in a high-speed Taijutsu duel, trading a flurry of strikes. Thanks to the enhanced kinetic vision of his Sharingan, Sen was surprisingly able to hold his own against Isamu's onslaught for several minutes.
"Not bad, Sen. Holding me to a draw in Taijutsu is an achievement... but I wonder how your Ninjutsu fares?" As the words left his lips, Isamu's fingers blurred through a sequence of hand signs.
"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"
Isamu unleashed the signature Uchiha move. However, backed by his massive chakra reserves, the flames expanded to a gargantuan size, elevating the standard C-rank technique to the destructive power of an A-rank jutsu.
"Impressive. Using a basic technique with that much raw power... but I'm not that easy to push over! Fire Release: Fire Dragon Bullet!" Sen countered instantly, unleashing a high-level A-rank technique.
The two torrents of flame collided, sending a wave of searing heat through the trees until they eventually canceled each other out. Without missing a beat, they plunged back into hand-to-hand combat.
Uchiha Sen had to burn through an A-rank jutsu just to neutralize Isamu's C-rank attack, Hiruzen noted from the sidelines, his eyes narrowed. It seems Isamu's strength has truly reached the level of a Super Kage.
I can't beat him in a Ninjutsu trade; I have to end this with Taijutsu, Sen decided, adjusting his stance.
Seeing Sen abandon his Ninjutsu to press the physical attack, Isamu's lips curled into a smirk. "You think Taijutsu is your path to victory? I'll indulge you."
As Sen's kick whistled toward his head, Isamu's eyes shifted. He activated his Mangekyo, triggering the intangibility of Kamui. Sen's smile faltered as his leg passed directly through Isamu's head as if he were striking thin air.
Before Sen could process the shock, Isamu solidified and lunged forward, grabbing his leg mid-swing. "Got you. Brace yourself, Sen!"
With a surge of strength, Isamu swung him like a ragdoll and threw him. Sen crashed through five massive trees, splinters flying everywhere, before finally coming to a stop.
"Cough... what... what was that?" Sen clutched his chest, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the grass.
The attack passed right through him, Hiruzen analyzed, his mind racing. Is it a nullification ability? If he can do that at will, it's no wonder he escaped the Hidden Stone unscathed. But a jutsu that defies the laws of physics must have a limit or a heavy cost.
The World of Tsukuyomi
"Sen, you thought you could take me in Taijutsu. How does that miscalculation feel?" Isamu asked, walking toward him with a calm smile.
"I didn't expect you to have such a miraculous technique," Sen grunted, struggling to his feet. "I lost to that ability, not your skill. If you fought me without those tricks, the outcome wouldn't be so certain."
"Is that so?" Isamu's left eye began to bleed. "Tsukuyomi."
In an instant, Sen was pulled into a dimension of shifting reds and blacks. He found himself strapped to a cross, staring at a literal army of Isamu clones.
"What is this? What's going on?!" Sen shouted, straining against his bonds.
The clones didn't answer. They simply raised their katanas and began to systematically drive the blades through his body. Sen's screams echoed through the void. "AHHH! Isamu, stop! What are you doing?!"
"Welcome to my world," Isamu's voice boomed from everywhere at once. "In the world of Tsukuyomi, I control time, mass, and space. The three days you spend being tortured here will pass in the blink of an eye in the real world. You have seventy-two hours of this ahead of you. One second has passed. You have seventy-one hours, fifty-nine minutes, and fifty-nine seconds left. Enjoy."
"No! Stop! I surrender! I give up, Isamu!" Sen wailed, but the blades continued their rhythmic, agonizing work.
In the real world, only a fraction of a second had passed before Sen's eyes rolled back and he collapsed into the dirt, unconscious.
"Huh? What happened to him?" Hiruzen blinked, looking bewildered. "He was just talking and now he's out cold? He shouldn't be that weak."
Hiruzen walked over to the fallen Uchiha and checked his pulse before looking at Isamu. "What did you do to him?"
"He was caught in my ultimate Genjutsu," Isamu replied, pointing to his eyes.
"That pattern... is that the legendary Mangekyo Sharingan?" Hiruzen's eyes widened. "My teacher, Tobirama Senju, once said that when the Sharingan evolves to its final stage, it manifests unique, powerful abilities and distinct patterns. That intangibility from earlier... was that the power of these eyes too?"
"Exactly. But these aren't ordinary Mangekyo. A standard pair eventually leads to blindness, but mine won't. These are the same eyes Uchiha Madara possessed: the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan. Their light will never fade."
"The same eyes as Madara? Does that mean you're as strong as he was?"
Isamu's expression was one of absolute confidence. "If Madara were alive today, he wouldn't stand a chance against me."
"I see. No wonder you've become so bold. Very well, let's see if your bite matches your bark." Hiruzen cast aside his Hokage robes, revealing the dark battle armor underneath. He wasted no time.
"Summoning Technique! Monkey King: Enma!"
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