Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

After a long while, Stark let out a lazy sigh, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, "That guy is different from us."

"I was forced by loneliness to split off another version of myself."

"And it seems that he wants to actively awaken another, more dangerous version of himself from the depths of his soul."

“This is dangerous, isn’t it?” Lilynette had appeared beside him without him noticing, her arms crossed.

“Yes.” Stark nodded slightly and closed his eyes again. “But it was his own choice.”

"--ha!"

A wild, unrestrained shout shattered the silence.

In the distance, the battle between Apache and Mira Rhodes escalated once again, with two massive spiritual pressures colliding violently and stirring up a small dust storm.

"You've gotten quite fast, haven't you!"

Mila Rhodes shook her slightly numb arm, her face showing no displeasure but rather excitement.

"Hmph, likewise!" Apache grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth. "Is this the power of an 'Arrancar'? It feels like they have inexhaustible strength!"

They could clearly feel that after Sasuke used that mysterious crystal to modify them, their power had undergone a qualitative leap.

Even the terrifying pressure that used to crush one's soul when approaching Stark had disappeared.

Just as the two were about to make another move, a golden figure silently appeared between them.

Let's stop here.

Harribel casually raised her hands and effortlessly suppressed the spiritual pressure that was about to erupt again between the two of them.

The changes to her weren't significant; she was still wearing that revealing white uniform, only now her abdomen and chest were covered with less clothing, revealing her firm, strong, and healthy tanned skin.

The most striking feature was the shark jawbone mask that originally covered the lower half of her face.

At this moment, the mask had shrunk, transforming into a bone armor resembling a collar, extending from her collarbone to both sides of her cheeks, adding a touch of cold beauty and wildness.

"Lady Harribel!" Apache and Mila Rhodes immediately abandoned all fighting spirit and bowed their heads respectfully.

Herribel turned her gaze to the black-haired boy sitting cross-legged in the distance, her eyes shining with an almost religious light.

She could feel herself becoming stronger.

The bottleneck that had once made her feel powerless was easily broken by the power of the Hogyoku.

But she knew all too well what the price of this power would be.

The desolate source in the heart of the desert.

Sasuke was immersing his entire being in resonance with the Hogyoku in front of him.

I'm trying to understand how this crystal can grant wishes.

Each time he resonated with the Hogyoku, he could clearly feel the power representing "hatred" within his body growing stronger.

But Sasuke didn't allow it; he was trying to suppress it.

He was trying to analyze the source of this power and to make it completely his own.

"...How boring."

Just then, a cold voice resounded in his mental world, "What are you still afraid of?"

"Shut up," Sasuke coldly replied in his mind.

"Look, you're suppressing yourself again." The voice was full of sarcasm. "You're always suppressing your truest desires."

The moment the words fell, the Hogyoku floating in front of Sasuke suddenly shone brightly without warning.

A dark red spiritual pressure filled with destructive energy erupted uncontrollably from Sasuke's body!

Chapter 150: Hollow, Arrancar, Kaleidoscope

A dark red spiritual pressure filled with destructive energy suddenly erupted from Sasuke's body without warning!

That force was wild and uncontrollable, like a wild beast breaking free of its cage, staining the surrounding sand with an ominous crimson hue.

"Um?!"

The moment Heribel, who was not far away, sensed this aura, her expression changed drastically.

Stark, who had been lying lazily on the skeleton, suddenly sat up, his half-closed eyes now showing a hint of seriousness.

"This aura..."

Under their tense gazes, at the center of the storm of black and red spiritual pressure, Sasuke's body was trembling violently and uncontrollably.

The color drained from his cold, stern face, turning it deathly pale, like a corpse.

A layer of pale, bony material, like a living fluid, quietly emerged from his right cheek, quickly spreading and eventually coalescing into half a hideous mask.

The mask's eye sockets were pitch black, and deep within those empty spaces, a golden Sharingan with three tomoe, filled with a wild, frenzied hunger, was slowly turning.

"Lord Sasuke!" Harribel's voice suddenly turned shrill.

But Sasuke was oblivious to everything around him; his consciousness had already entered the deepest part of his soul.

...........

When Sasuke's consciousness re-converged, he found himself once again standing on the ruins of the Uchiha clan's territory.

The sky is an eternal blood moon, and the streets beneath our feet flow with viscous blood.

This is his purgatory, the source of all his hatred.

And all of this is no different from last time.

At the end of that blood-red street, a figure stood silently with his back to him beneath the charred porch of the main house.

It was Indra, the one with long hair reaching his waist and a face covered in bone armor.

The long sword dragged casually beside him, the black flames on its blade sizzling as they burned the blood beneath his feet.

"You're here again, aren't you?"

Indra slowly turned around, a mocking smile spreading across his face beneath his mask. "You say you don't want it, but your body says otherwise."

"Every time your desire for power reaches its peak, isn't it me who is the first to respond to you?"

Sasuke didn't speak, but simply gripped the twin swords at his waist and stared coldly at his opponent.

"It was you who did this. You triggered the power of the Hogyoku."

"I?"

Indra laughed hoarsely, as if he had heard an amusing joke. "I did nothing. It was the stone that sensed your deepest desires and responded to you."

He paused, then slowly walked towards Sasuke, each step leaving ripples in the pool of blood, his voice turning icy cold.

"But you, my 'king'."

Indra emphasized the word "king" with great sarcasm, saying, "You seem to have become even weaker since your last encounter with that man."

"If you hadn't interfered with me at the last moment with your pathetic will, if you had given your body to me from that moment on..."

Indra's figure blurred instantly, and the next second, he appeared in front of Sasuke, almost touching his face, his golden beast eyes staring intently at him.

"That man was already dead when we were in Nanhechuan!"

His voice was filled with suppressed rage, "We could have gouged out his hypocritical eyes with our own hands, we could have torn apart his arrogant face with our own hands!"

"But you..."

Indra's voice turned shrill, "You coward, at the last moment, you betrayed our original aspirations with your pathetic will!"

Sasuke's eyes instantly turned cold. "Betrayal?"

"Isn't that right?!"

Indra's roar echoed through this blood-red world, "What are you still clinging to now?!"

"You didn't actually fall for that blood-stained love after listening to that 'future' version of yourself spout nonsense, and even started...?"

He paused, his voice filled with contempt and disdain, "...You forgave him, didn't you?!"

"Shut up." Sasuke's voice was icy.

"Look, you're scared again."

Indra laughed, his laughter filled with a mad, mystical laugh. "You're afraid to admit that the pure killing intent deep within you is being corrupted by those boring 'bonds' or laughable 'truths'!"

"Have you forgotten why we exist?!"

He opened his arms as if embracing the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

"Our ultimate goal has always been the same: revenge!"

"The only meaning of my existence is to burn everything that causes us pain to ashes!"

Sasuke shook his head, his voice soft: "I just don't want to rely on others."

"Oh?" Indra's sarcasm deepened. "What difference does it make? I am you, I am your blade, my hatred is your hatred too!"

“No.” Sasuke slowly raised his head, his eyes eerily calm. “You are my power, but you are not me.”

He slowly drew the Takemikazuchi blade, its light blue edge gleaming under the blood moonlight.

"You are merely a tool that needs to be controlled, just as you said before, you are just a mount."

"tool?"

Indra's laughter abruptly stopped, and true anger surfaced on his face, which bore a striking resemblance to Sasuke.

"How arrogant!"

He roared, and black flames erupted from the long sword in his hand.

"Then let me see how you, this so-called 'king,' intend to tame my 'mount'!"

With a low shout, Indra's figure vanished from the spot, his sword wreathed in destructive black flames, aimed straight at Sasuke's heart.

Sasuke's eyes narrowed, and he thrust out "Takemikazuchi" in his hand to meet the attack.

There are no fancy moves, only attacks against attacks.

"Clang—!!!"