The Moon Kingdom.
The shattered battlefield of the Void Realm.
The sea breeze had long since fallen silent—because even the wind dared not breathe in this man's presence.
Uchiha Tobirama hovered in the sky with one hand in his pocket, looking down indifferently at the Six Paths Sage. The Sage's spirit form had dimmed considerably, yet it still barely retained its shape.
Indeed, ordinary methods were no longer sufficient to kill Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo.
After all, his current state was extremely特殊.
He was neither alive nor dead.
He existed as a spirit bound to the very concept of chakra itself.
As long as chakra flowed through the Ninja World, and as long as the Pure Land existed, no conventional means— not even the power of time—could truly destroy him.
"Oh?"
Tobirama let out a soft, amused chuckle.
"As you said, old man, ordinary people and ordinary methods really are useless against you. Even time can't kill you completely. After a thousand years, you're still clinging on with this much strength?"
"This only proves one thing."
He raised a finger and casually shook it.
"A simple physical attack—or even a temporal one—isn't enough to end you."
"You're like a patch of psoriasis stuck to the underlying logic of this world. Annoying, stubborn, and hard to remove."
At the word psoriasis, a flash of anger crossed the Six Paths Sage's aged face.
He tightened his grip on the staff as holy white light surged from his body, desperately trying to repair his damaged spirit.
"Uchiha Tobirama."
The Sage's voice was deep, brimming with absolute confidence.
"Since you understand the nature of my existence, you should also understand this—"
"You cannot kill me."
"I am the founder of the Ninja Sect, one of the origins of chakra itself."
"I have long since merged with the Pure Land, transcending life and death."
"You may defeat this projection, but you cannot destroy my will."
"As long as the Ninja World exists, as long as chakra and shinobi remain, I will continue watching you—until you—"
"Stop."
Tobirama cut him off coldly.
The playful amusement vanished from his face, replaced by pure indifference.
"Who told you I can't kill you?"
"Unkillable?"
"That's only true for ordinary people."
"But I just happen to not be ordinary."
Slowly, Tobirama raised his right hand, covering half his face and revealing only his right eye—the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.
"If you can't be killed physically, and you can't be worn down by time…"
"Then what if I erase the very concept of your existence from this universe?"
Buzz!
The moment the words fell, Tobirama's right eye underwent a strange transformation.
All light vanished.
"Anything is possible if I will it."
"Right-Eye Pupil Technique—Shinra Banshō, activate!"
"Prayer grants the power of erasure."
The instant those words were spoken—
An unprecedented chill enveloped the Six Paths Sage.
This fear was ten thousand times worse than facing the Gate of Death.
It was the ultimate terror of nonexistence—a primal, instinctive dread.
"What… what kind of power is this?!"
The Sage retreated in horror.
There was no spatial distortion. No chakra fluctuations.
Yet an invisible, absolute force was descending.
"It's simple."
Tobirama lowered his hand and looked at him calmly.
"If I say you live, you live."
"If I say you die, you die."
"I can subordinate anything to my will."
"Matter. Soul. Chakra."
"Even your so-called immortal will."
"Old man—enjoy it."
"The feeling of death."
"Execute."
There was no explosion.
No blinding light.
Just a single thought.
"No—something's wrong!!"
The Six Paths Sage screamed in terror.
He looked down at his legs.
They were… gone.
Not severed. Not destroyed.
Simply absent—as if that part of existence had never been there to begin with.
Next was his six-pronged staff.
The divine artifact vanished as though it had always been an illusion.
"This… this is impossible!!"
"My chakra! My soul! They're disappearing!"
"No—this isn't disappearance—this is erasure!"
For the first time in thousands of years, the god panicked.
He frantically mobilized Yin–Yang Release and the Truth-Seeking Orbs, trying to reconstruct himself.
But the moment the Truth-Seeking Orbs touched that rule-based power, they vanished instantly.
Like lines of code being deleted—not even sent to the recycle bin, but wiped completely.
"Uchiha Tobirama!!!"
By now, the Six Paths Sage's body had been erased up to his chest.
He stared desperately at the indifferent man in the sky.
"Who… who are you?!"
"This is power even gods do not possess!"
"Gods?"
Tobirama sneered down at him.
"I am the world."
"What kind of trash are gods?"
"You have half a second left."
"If you have last words, say them quickly."
"Though I won't listen."
Staring at what remained of his head and shoulders, the Six Paths Sage completely broke.
He knew it was over.
Even his true existence within the Pure Land would be erased through this karmic connection.
From this moment on, there would be no Six Paths Sage in the Ninja World.
In his final moments, fear turned into despair—and a warning.
"Uchiha Tobirama…"
"You're too arrogant…"
"You can kill me—but no matter what, do not unseal that woman!!"
"My mother… Ōtsutsuki Kaguya…"
"She is true destruction! The source of chakra itself!"
"If you release her, the entire Ninja World will be destroyed!!"
"No… please—"
"Are those your last words?"
Tobirama's expression didn't change in the slightest.
"Too late."
"And who told you I was afraid of her?"
"To me, she's the same as you."
"Just prey."
"They won't affect me at all."
"Goodbye, Six Paths Sage."
"No—farewell forever."
"Because starting next second, you will no longer exist in history."
"Erase it completely."
Tobirama's right eye froze.
"No——!!!"
The Six Paths Sage let out his final, distorted scream.
Then—silence.
The world regained clarity.
The old man who had floated in the sky, radiating holy white light, was gone.
No ashes.
No remnant soul.
Even the lingering chakra of the Six Paths was wiped clean.
As if Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo had never existed—from ancient times to the present.
On the distant coast—
Uchiha Madara, Senju Hashirama, and the captured kunoichi stood frozen.
Madara's gunbai slipped from his hand and hit the ground with a dull thud.
He stared at the empty sky, throat dry.
"That's… it?"
"The Six Paths Sage… just… gone?"
Hashirama collapsed onto the ground, face deathly pale.
"Erased… even the traces of his existence… Is this still ninjutsu?"
Kurotsuchi and Yugito huddled together, shivering.
Only now did they truly understand what kind of being they were facing.
That wasn't a person.
It was something beyond comprehension.
The first use of erasure had gone perfectly.
"The annoying old thing is finally gone."
Tobirama opened his eyes, a satisfied smile appearing.
"All forces, hear my command!"
His voice echoed across the land, filled with absolute authority.
"Clean up the battlefield."
"Starting tomorrow, the Ninja World will be unified."
"All daimyō—execute them."
"All ninja villages—demolish them."
"Upon the ruins of this world…"
"I will build something unique."
"An Empire."