I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapter 499, Chapter 500, The Last Day

"To refine Princess Kaguya into a pill?"

Upon hearing this, Uchiha Senmon was stunned into thought, and couldn't help but think of Kaguya's special characteristics.

Princess Kaguya possesses an immortal body, just like the tailed beasts, and is also immune to Sasuke's Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan's hypnosis.

If the elixir of immortality was a nascent pill made from the fruit of the divine tree, then Princess Kaguya's various miraculous abilities would make sense.

"During the great battle, Madara attempted to activate Infinite Tsukuyomi, but I interrupted him. The spiritual energy absorbed by the Divine Tree was insufficient for the fruit to ripen."

Izanami closed her eyes, and the three-tomoe revolving eye between her brows slowly turned:

"Even an immature Divine Tree fruit possesses unparalleled power. After sealing Madara and the nine tailed beasts, I attempted to destroy it, but failed. In the end, I refined the Divine Tree fruit into a pill and entrusted it to the Hyuga clan for protection... You know what happened after that..."

Uchiha Senmon, Jeanne, and Inaba all had different expressions.

Princess Kaguya stole the elixir of immortality and launched a rebellion, nearly wiping out the Hyuga clan.

"The elixir of immortality bears my seal. Even if Princess Kaguya forcibly swallowed it, she could not digest the power of the divine tree's fruit. Now I will refine this body into a pill and bestow upon you the power to contend with Madara."

Uchiha Senmon's expression changed repeatedly, and he opened his mouth as if to say something.

"My mind is made up. This body is nothing but a bubble, a fleeting illusion, not worth regretting."

With a gesture of restraint, Izanami signaled the Uchiha Immortal Sect to stop talking, and a deep sadness appeared in her beautiful eyes.

"Besides, Madara, I don't want to kill him a second time with my own hands."

Lady Izanami will once again sacrifice herself for the sake of the world!

The three people in the temple were simultaneously filled with emotion and admiration.

It's unimaginable that the gentle and kind-hearted Lady Izanami and the ruthless and ambitious Madara Uchiha share the same lineage of the Divine Tree. It's truly a pity that she met the wrong person, making them sigh with regret.

The Uchiha Sage remained silent, offering no further words of comfort, for this would only be a desecration of Lady Izanami's resolve.

With a hint of sadness in her eyes, Izanami gazed lovingly at Uchiha Senmon, Tsukimi no Inaba, and the Saintess.

"Senmon, you are a descendant of the Uchiha clan and possess my Wood Release power. Seeing you is like seeing my child with Madara."

Gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Izanami shifted her gaze from Uchiha Senmon's face to Tsukimi Riinaba, staring at her right eye hidden by her bangs, and whispered:

"Is one of your eyes the Reincarnation Eye?"

"Lady Izanami, I am not of the Hyuga clan bloodline, this eye..." Tsukimi Riinaba, with her cool and aloof demeanor, pursed her lips and explained with neither humility nor arrogance.

"The origin of your eye roll is me. I can see your true nature through your eye roll. I will not punish an innocent child like you."

Sure enough.

Uchiha Senmon felt a chill run down his spine.

The Uchiha clan inherited Izanagi's Sharingan, while the Hyuga clan inherited Izanami's Byakugan.

Previously, due to a lack of crucial information, Izanami was smeared as an existence sealed on the moon, and the Uchiha Senmon mistakenly judged that the Rinnegan was the ultimate form of the Byakugan.

"Child with braided hair, your Eight Gates Formation can open up to the seventh gate, the Gate of Shock."

Izanami's eyes bulged with veins, making Nasara feel as if her entire body, including her soul, was laid bare before her.

"That's really impressive. This isn't something you can achieve just by working hard."

"Lady Izanami, your understanding of the Eight Gates is truly profound."

Out of respect, Jeanne put aside her impetuous attitude and said, flattered.

"Of course, I developed the Eight Gates Formation."

Izanami said with a hint of pride:

"My punches really gave Madara a lot of trouble."

The Uchiha Immortals and the others exchanged glances, a subtle tension swirling within them.

"Sorry, Madara has already been resurrected, the situation is extremely urgent, and I'm still rambling on here."

Noticing the change in their expressions, Izanami clasped her hands together and said apologetically to the members of the Immortal Sect.

"Please don't say that!"

"Lady Izanami, you have already given us so much help."

"To finally meet you three children with whom I have a deep connection must be a divine revelation."

Izanami's lips curved upwards, and her eyes were filled with a compassionate holiness:

"Therefore, I choose to place my hopes in you. The world of the living should be explored by the living, and the relics of the old era should be retired as soon as possible."

Then, Izanami closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and the three-tomoe Sharingan between her eyebrows emitted a dreamlike light, like the blooming of a divine tree.

Three crimson orbs of light, one large and two small, flew out from the Rinnegan.

At the same time, Izanami's body began to melt away at a visible rate until it disappeared completely.

For a moment, everyone was filled with mixed feelings.

"Even an immature fruit of the divine tree cannot be contained by one person, and with the full moon approaching, there is not much time left. So I divided it into three parts."

From the void, Izanami's voice drifted faintly.

Two small crimson orbs of light landed in front of Tsukimi Inaba and the Saintess.

"The golden Tenseigan can be further sublimated; it becomes a galaxy-blue color, and your eye power will evolve once again."

"The final gate of the Eight Gates cannot be opened by human power, but when it comes to protecting what is important to us even at the cost of our lives, the lotus of Konoha will bloom once again."

Miss Jeanne's nose tingled, and she almost burst into tears.

"Izanami-sama..."

The largest crimson ball of light drifted between the Uchiha Senmon's outstretched palms.

"Immortal Sect, I place my greatest hopes on you. You are certainly capable of bearing half the power of the Divine Tree Fruit."

Izanami's last words grew fainter and fainter, tinged with melancholy and regret:

"Seeing the relationship between you and Mikoto in the Tsukuyomi world, I felt a little envious. If I could understand Madara better, trust him more, and love him more... perhaps he wouldn't have become obsessed with power... and turned against me..."

"In my place, correct Madara's mistakes..."

The temple finally fell silent, and Izanami's existence vanished completely.

Jeanne and Tsukimi Inaba, two girls at the age of sentimentality, remained silent, their eyes filled with sorrow, and a melancholy atmosphere permeated the air.

"Now is not the time for mourning. We must carry on Lady Izanami's legacy! Before the Infinite Tsukuyomi is defeated, Madara must be rescued!"

After a long while, Uchiha Senmon blinked his reddened right eye and stared at the ball of light in his hand.

The fist-sized crimson orb shimmered with a mesmerizing halo, and even he felt dizzy upon closer inspection with his Sharingan.

The power it contained was so immense that it sent shivers down the spines of the Uchiha Sage Sect.

"Mikoto, Akira, I'm coming."

He reached out and pinched the crimson orb in his palm, then swallowed it whole.

As if he had consumed an elixir that would allow him to ascend to immortality, five-colored rays of light immediately surged forth from Uchiha Senmon's seven orifices and skin, swirling and engulfing him completely.

-

I don't know how much time has passed.

On the eastern coast of the Pacific Ocean in Japan, the sun shines brightly under a blue sky with white clouds.

A Nimitz-class aircraft carrier, surrounded by dozens of escort ships, sails swiftly across the sea, cutting through the waves like a shooting star.

Although the entire carrier fleet was magnificent, it had a sense of being exhausted and dejected, like a stray dog.

"boom!"

Just then, a huge wave suddenly rose up along the inevitable route of the aircraft carrier battle group, with tens of thousands of tons of seawater surging forth.

"Warning! Enemy attack!"

"Is it Izanagi? Impossible! He couldn't possibly be here lying in ambush on us scrap metal!"

The aircraft carrier group erupted in commotion, assuming a high-risk formation, ready to fire its cannons.

"Wait! Don't make any rash moves. It's the Uchiha clan's Turtle Island from the files."

The blond, blue-eyed commander stopped the flustered marines, looked through his binoculars, and saw that what was emerging from the sea was Turtle Island.

A figure can be vaguely seen standing on the turtle's head.

"Izanagi?!"

At first glance, the commander was nearly scared out of his wits by the sight of the man with black hair covering half his face and cascading down his back, resembling a god or demon. But upon closer inspection, he was overjoyed.

"No, it's the Uchiha Secretary General!"

Standing atop the dragon turtle's head, gazing at the Japanese archipelago against the sea breeze, his waist-length black hair fluttered in the wind.

"Although I was dormant for a while, I still made it in time."

After taking the elixir, Uchiha Senmon's hair grew wildly, covering his blind left eye. He had a cold and aloof demeanor and at first glance, he looked somewhat like Madara.

While his left eye's vision was not restored, the power of his right eye's Mangekyou Sharingan (Eight Thunder Gods) surged to levels exceeding its peak, allowing the Uchiha Senmon's Sharingan to see even further.

"Is that a barrier?"

Uchiha Senmon frowned, then looked at the aircraft carrier group on the other side.

With a light step, he leaped and bounded across the sea and landed on the aircraft carrier's deck.

"Who is the commander?"

Facing a group of marines who were trembling like quails, Uchiha Senmon glanced at them and said calmly.

"It's me, Secretary-General! I've already contacted my superiors. What are your instructions?"

The commander, quite tactfully, squeezed out of the crowd and bowed and scraped before Uchiha Senmon.

"What day and what time is it now?"

"It was October 6th, 12:36:07!"

Uchiha Senmon's gaze sharpened.

It took two whole days to digest the power of the divine tree fruit.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the full moon is the time when Madara Uchiha activates the Infinite Tsukuyomi.

"Was the red barrier that appeared over the Japanese archipelago Madara's doing?"

"Can you see it from here too?"

The commander was taken aback, then quickly bowed his head and said, "It can't be explained in a few words. Please come with me to the captain's cabin. The gentlemen of the committee are online."

The Uchiha clan's reputation was damaged by the crushing defeat in the Battle of New York and the revelation of Izanagi as the mastermind behind it all. However, in this critical moment of life and death, the leaders of various countries would no longer hide him from them.

Before long, the Uchiha Sage Sect learned everything that had happened during the two days he had been asleep after failing to defeat Madara and taking the elixir.

On the first day, the allied forces saw the sacred tree bloom and launched a fierce air attack in an attempt to destroy it.

Missiles, fighter jets, artillery shells...

Countless firepower relentlessly bombarded Arakawa Takeshi.

Of course, no matter how many came, they were all easily destroyed by Izanagi, and even the satellites monitoring them in space orbit were not spared.

With the world nearing its end, the coalition forces naturally wouldn't care about these losses. They adopted tactics of attrition, harassing the enemy relentlessly, and even tried to lure them away from their stronghold.

After repeatedly defeating wave after wave of the buzzing insects that kept swarming at him, Izanagi finally grew tired and, with Arakawa Takeru at its center, erected a large hexagonal crimson barrier.

"It's more than ten times larger than the Four Red Sun Formation set up by four Kage-level powerhouses during the Asakusa Incident!"

Looking at the Six Red Yang Formation that encompassed the entire Shizuoka Prefecture on the satellite image, Uchiha Senmon's gaze turned solemn.

The Six Red Sun Formation descended like an iron curtain, isolating the allied forces from all artillery fire.

In less than 12 hours, the coalition forces had exhausted a massive amount of ammunition reserves, enough to fight a major war, but all their efforts were in vain.

Unable to break the Six Red Sun Formation with conventional weapons, the Allied forces, in desperation, set up a perimeter in the sea east of Shizuoka Prefecture the next day and detonated two of their most powerful strategic nuclear bombs.

In peacetime, even if the five permanent members of the UN Security Council joined forces, they wouldn't dare to resort to such a drastic measure. But it's the end of the world, so who the hell cares about all that!

Earthquakes, tsunamis, and nuclear explosions are commonplace in Japan; they can be considered natural disasters. Even if Japan were to sink, the world would not forget Japan's sacrifice.

However, the Six Red Yang Formation remained as solid as a rock and stood firm!

In an instant, leaders from all over the world were utterly despondent and in despair.

As the final day approached, the full moon ticked closer, the noose around their necks tightened little by little, and the world's nations were completely enraged, with an even greater nuclear strike possible at any moment.

"With humanity's current power, we cannot destroy this barrier, let alone be a match for Uchiha Madara."

Uchiha Senmon lowered his eyes, took a deep breath, and said to the heads of state in the online meeting:

"Since it was the ancestor of the Uchiha clan who caused this mess, I will clean it up!"

After an eerie silence, someone let out a defiant laugh:

Did you win?

Despite being touted as the number one transcendent being, the Uchiha Sage Mode suffered several crushing defeats and fled in disarray. Even he was no match for Izanagi, a creator god of the nation.

Uchiha Senmon raised his finger in front of his chest without any expression.

"Boom!"

A terrifying shadow immediately appeared beneath the aircraft carrier, and a giant wooden Buddha's hand rose up, lifting the 86,000-ton Nimitz-class aircraft carrier a hundred meters into the air with a single hand!

"Wow wow wow!"

The sailors on the aircraft carrier were thrown about, screams rising and falling.

"Hiss, the Uchiha Sage Sect... the Secretary-General's power is terrifyingly strong!"

"There's hope! There's hope!"

Stepping onto the deck, Uchiha Senmon's expression was utterly calm, his right eye deep as he gazed at the Six Red Sun Formation that shrouded the sky above Shizuoka Prefecture.

As if talking to himself, or perhaps making a promise to someone, he uttered a declaration of victory:

"We'll win."

(End of this chapter)