Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Centered on him, several pillars of black flames shot up from the ground, intertwining to form an impenetrable cage of fire, carrying an aura of annihilation, and frantically closing in on Sasuke at the center.

But Sasuke, standing in the center of the inferno, showed no fear whatsoever.

Instead of retreating, advance!

He raised Takemikazuchi high above his head, pouring all his spiritual pressure into it without reservation.

“Takemikazuchi, the form of thunder.”

With his cold, low shout, the sky changed in response!

"The heavens weep!"

The black thunderstorm, like divine punishment, descended from the sky!

Countless bolts of pitch-black lightning collided violently with the towering pillar of black flames.

Thunder and fire, sky and earth, formed the most magnificent clash at this moment.

The entire underground space trembled violently under this force.

The thunder and flames dissipated.

Amidst the ruins, Sasuke and his "hollow self," both bearing wounds of varying depths, faced each other from afar.

Sasuke was breathing heavily; his spiritual pressure was nearing its limit.

The black flames on the "Virtual Self" had dimmed considerably, but the aura of hatred had only intensified.

"Not enough..."

The "Virtual Self" grinned, revealing a crack in the half-mask covering his face, from which blood flowed, making his pale face appear even more eerie.

"That's not enough! You're still suppressing it! Release it, release all your hatred!"

Sasuke did not respond.

He slowly sheathed the Takemikazuchi sword in his hand, gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, lowered his body, and assumed the purest drawing-slash stance of the Hatake-ryu swordsmanship.

All the lightning and spiritual pressure were forcibly suppressed at this moment and contained within that small Zanpakuto.

The world is now shrouded in a chilling silence.

Upon seeing this pose, the madness in the eyes of the "virtual self" gradually subsided, replaced by excitement.

He also held the black flame longsword horizontally in front of his chest. The flames on the blade were no longer violent, but condensed into a solid, pitch-black blade.

This is the final showdown.

The next instant, the two moved simultaneously.

They transformed into two streaks of light, invisible to the naked eye, and crossed paths in the center of the ruins.

Only the purest collision of blades.

A piercing sound exploded in the center of the training field.

Time seemed to slow down infinitely at this moment.

Sasuke's "Takemikazuchi" and "Kuuga's" black flame longsword collided precisely.

In an instant, an indescribable sense of resonance spread from the point of impact between the two swords throughout Sasuke's entire body.

It was a force from the same root, tearing at each other yet attracting each other.

Immediately afterwards, the extremely compressed energy went out of control.

Dark blue lightning and dark red flames poured out wildly from the gaps in the blade, instantly engulfing the two figures completely.

Sasuke only felt a dazzling white light before his eyes, and then everything fell silent.

……

Consciousness returned like a tide, and a familiar sensation came from below.

Sasuke suddenly opened his eyes, breathing heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

What came into view was not the huge underground space of Urahara Store, but the cold cemetery of Konoha Village.

The cool moonlight shone on his parents' two side-by-side tombstones.

Everything was exactly the same as before he entered the Blade Zen.

He is back.

Sasuke clenched his fists instinctively, feeling the immense spiritual pressure consuming his body.

That duel ended in a draw, with neither side able to defeat the other.

"hateful......"

Sasuke cursed under his breath, his voice filled with barely concealed frustration and resentment.

"In the end, I still couldn't learn Bankai..."

That power, enough to rival a captain-level expert, remains unattainable.

He took one last look at his parents' tombstones, picked up the shallow sword from under his knees, and prepared to leave.

But the moment his hand touched the knife, the blade suddenly shook.

The appearance has changed.

The length remains unchanged, the same as before.

However, the blade had turned an ominous purplish-black color, and a broken Uchiha fan emblem had appeared on the guard.

At the end of the hilt, there is a thin, dark purple cord.

A spell suddenly appeared in my mind.

This sudden change startled Sasuke.

It's a name!

He learned the name of this Zanpakuto.

Chapter 54 Indra

Indra.

The moment Sasuke's fingers touched the sword, an ancient name, like a mark of destiny, resounded directly in the depths of his soul.

He gripped the hilt of the knife.

It feels completely different from when I held the "shallow hitter" before.

Breathing, the throbbing of flesh and blood.

If Takemikazuchi is the product of the fusion of his own soul and spirit, then...

That knife is an extension of his own soul's hatred and chakra.

Without a doubt, this is the form of the Zanpakuto in its "Shikai" after its name is known.

Sasuke's gaze fell on the hilt of his sword, where a broken Uchiha fan emblem, as if scorched by fire, stood.

Although incomplete, the connection derived from blood ties cannot be faked.

"Indra..."

Sasuke murmured the name to himself, inexplicably feeling that this name had some indescribable connection with the Uchiha clan and with himself.

He subconsciously tried to calm himself down and re-enter the world of "Blade Zen" to question the origin of the name.

However, just as his consciousness began to sink, he felt an awkward force of rejection, clearly indicating that the king was temporarily unwilling to see him again.

"cut."

Sasuke let out a cold snort and gave up helplessly.

He stood up and slowly raised the "Indra" to his eyes.

The method of using this knife came to mind along with its name, like an innate instinct.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

"Om-"

On the blade, a wisp of pitch-black flame silently ignited, devoid of heat, a pure darkness capable of devouring everything.

Black flames spread along the blade like a living thing, enveloping the entire blade.

Sasuke could sense that anything touched by the blade would be ignited by the inextinguishable black flames until it vanished into nothingness, greatly enhancing the destructive power of the slash.

He left the cemetery and went to a wasteland on the back mountain. He casually swung his knife at a giant rock not far away.

A crescent-shaped flame slash, black and red, shot out from the blade. The moment the flame slash touched the giant rock, it completely engulfed it, as if it had never existed, leaving not even a trace of dust.

And that's not all.

Sasuke's eyes sharpened as he recalled the last and strongest technique he had unleashed after releasing his Zanpakuto.

He pointed the tip of "Indra" at the ground, pouring all his spiritual pressure and chakra into it without reservation.

"Naruo Burning Flame Flower."

With his cold whisper, a dozen enormous pillars of black flame suddenly shot up from the ground, intertwining and blooming, like a flower of death blooming in the abyss of hell, centered on him.

A pure urge to destroy surged wildly into his mind from the hilt of the knife, gnawing at his reason.

Burn everything to ashes, and completely erase everything that causes you pain!

The impulse was so strong, so tempting.

"hehe......"

Sasuke's body trembled slightly, and his other hand involuntarily covered his left eye, as if he was suppressing something.

He slowly raised his head, looked up at the cold moon, and grinned, letting out a near-manic laugh.

"A new power... I never expected it to be so powerful!"

The laughter echoed through the deathly silent cemetery, filled with glee.