Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

"This, this is..."

Kisame Hoshigaki looked puzzled.

He could clearly sense that the energy contained in the brat's mouth was far greater than the previous time.

This kid, he can actually get stronger?!

Inside Sasuke's mouth, a jet-black energy ball, constantly compressing inward, was slowly taking shape.

Within that dark core, there was an eerie red light, like the heart of a demon.

Itachi Uchiha's expression suddenly turned serious.

He placed the Yata Mirror in front of him, gathering all his chakra into it, preparing to take the blow that would change the very fabric of the world.

However, just as that power was about to reach its peak, a sudden change occurred.

"Click...click..."

Sasuke's body began to be unable to withstand this overwhelming power.

On his pale arm, fine cracks appeared like a spider web, and a scorching blackish-red light was constantly oozing from the cracks.

This is a sign that the power is about to spiral completely out of control.

In this extreme pain and stimulation, the consciousness belonging to Uchiha Sasuke's true self was forcibly awakened.

"..."

He saw it.

He saw the enormous crimson war god, and he saw the man he had sworn to kill with his own hands.

At the same time, I felt the violent aura that was gathering wildly in my mouth.

No.

This shouldn't be happening!

I...I want to kill him with my own hands!

With my own will, with my own sword!

This obsession with revenge, originating from the deepest part of his soul, instinctively began to resist this domination.

This resistance was then reflected back onto the energy sphere that was condensing.

Then the black and red orb of light, which had stabilized and contained destructive power, began to flicker violently.

"Um?!"

Itachi Uchiha keenly noticed this subtle change.

Ultimately, torn between the two wills, the out-of-control power was released.

A jet-black beam of light mixed with an eerie red glow roared out from Sasuke!

However, its size is almost half that of when it was conceived, and its trajectory has also deviated.

The beam of light grazed the edge of Susanoo and slammed into the distant mountain wall, annihilating half of the mountain.

Sasuke, who unleashed this attack, had reached his limit.

"Ho..."

A mournful cry of resentment escaped from its throat.

The half of the pale white jade mask shattered inch by inch, turning into specks of light and dissipating.

Her long, black hair, which reached her waist, quickly receded like ashes that had lost their magic.

The shiha armor he wore, which was burning with black flames, shattered with a crash, turning into countless black flames that eventually returned to nothingness.

Uchiha Sasuke reverted to his original form, his eyes closed, and his body unable to remain in the air.

Like a puppet with its strings cut, it plummeted straight down into the icy river below.

The crimson giant surrounding Itachi lost its radiance, turning into countless specks of light that dissipated into the air.

Without the support of Susanoo, Itachi Uchiha's body swayed violently, almost unable to stand.

He raised his hand and wiped away the blood that kept seeping from the corner of his eye with the back of his hand. The scene in his Mangekyou Sharingan was already somewhat blurry.

"Cough cough...really..."

Not far away, Kisame Hoshigaki emerged from the mud and dust stirred up by the shockwave, his face filled with uncontrollable fervor.

"What a magnificent battle!"

Just as he was still lamenting, two figures appeared one after the other at the edge of this ravaged battlefield.

"Lord Jiraiya..."

Kakashi Hatake looked at the riverbank that had been completely leveled and the mountain in the distance that had been half-cut off, and his voice became somewhat hoarse.

Jiraiya's expression turned extremely solemn as he took in the lingering aura of destruction. "It seems we're still a step too late."

The moment Itachi Uchiha saw Jiraiya appear, his eyes twitched slightly.

He knew it was time for this battle to end.

"Kisame".

"clear."

Kisame hoisted the massive Samehada back up and walked to Itachi's side, blocking his slightly unsteady stance.

The two exchanged a glance, their figures blurring as they prepared to leave this place of trouble.

Jiraiya and Kakashi did not immediately give chase, but instead rushed to the center of the riverbank.

There, a small, thin figure lay quietly in the water.

His body was curled up, and all the clothes on his upper body had disappeared, revealing large, gruesome lacerations underneath.

His eyes were tightly closed, his face was pale, and only the slight rise and fall of his chest proved that he still had a sliver of life left.

The light blue "Takemikazuchi" sword was stuck diagonally in the soil beside him.

The jet-black "Indra" sword lay quietly beside him, its black flames long since extinguished, leaving only deep darkness.

Kakashi knelt down on one knee, his hand trembling as he reached out to touch Sasuke's neck. Only after feeling the faint pulse did he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Sasuke..." he whispered, his voice filled with lingering fear.

Jiraiya stood to the side, shifting his gaze from Sasuke's horrific injuries to the flattened mountain peak.

He looked back at the direction where Itachi and Kisame had disappeared, his expression extremely complicated.

He slowly crouched down, looking at the unconscious boy and the two knives beside him that exuded a strange aura, his voice low and deep.

"Kid..."

"What kind of monster have you turned into?"

.........

Sasuke spent four years in the ninja world, but for the other world, it was only a fleeting moment.

Inside the underground training grounds of Urahara Store, the air was eerily still.

The center of the storm ahead, formed by eerie spiritual pressure, had just disappeared.

All the violently leaked energy vanished without a trace in an instant.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

The puppet that had been transformed into a divine body had long since turned to dust.

In the center of that scorched earth, Uchiha Sasuke stood quietly, his eyes closed, and the "Indra" he had previously manifested had vanished.

"it's over?"

Yoruichi asked somewhat uncertainly, but her body remained in a posture ready to launch an attack at any moment.

"No...not yet."

Kisuke Urahara's voice was extremely low, his gaze fixed intently on Sasuke's calm face.

“Look at his face.”

Yoruichi looked in the direction of the sound, and then she saw it too.

On the right side of Sasuke's face, there was an extra layer of pale white, outlining a bone mask with three golden tomoe.

At this moment, it was just like a broken piece of porcelain, covered with fine cracks.

Then, to Yoruichi's astonishment, the half of the mask shattered completely with a "crack" and vanished into thin air.

As if his last support had been removed, Sasuke's body swayed slightly, and like a withered cherry blossom petal, he silently leaned backward.

Yoruichi carried Sasuke and landed lightly on the ground.

Looking down at the boy in his arms who was in a deep coma, his brows were furrowed and his golden eyes were filled with solemnity.

"Hey, Kisuke."

Her voice was a little hoarse, "What exactly happened just now?"

Kisuke Urahara did not answer immediately.

He slowly squatted down, extended two fingers, and placed them on Sasuke's wrist, carefully sensing his current soul state.

A moment later, he withdrew his finger, his expression becoming increasingly strange.

"The spiritual pressure was extremely depleted, and his mind suffered a tremendous shock, but strangely, his soul itself..."

Urahara rested his chin on his fan. "Exceptionally stable, even more refined than before."

Yoruichi looked puzzled: "What do you mean? Being attacked by your own sword spirit can actually make your soul stronger?"

No, it's not just that.

Kisuke Urahara's gaze slowly moved from Sasuke's pale face to the outline of his entire body.

Then, his pupils contracted slightly.

"Miss Yoruichi."