This is Kurama-sama's Susanoo!
The shinobi of Kirigakure recognized it instantly.
They had all witnessed the legendary battle through the chakra-encoded vision scrolls.
In that fateful confrontation against Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama, Kurama had once unleashed this same, terrifying perfect Susanoo.
A towering black Shura Shinigami, standing nearly a thousand meters tall.
Compared to this, Madara's Susanoo and Hashirama's True Several Thousand Hands looked insignificant, like fragile toys before a storm.
And now, they saw it again.
Kurama's power reawakened in full.
What kind of threat could force him to bring forth such destruction?
The shinobi had no idea.
High in the stands, Terumi Mei watched with a solemn face.
She had once spent a rather... memorable night with Kurama.
Though at the time, she had felt manipulated, even violated, when Kurama threatened the safety of all of Kirigakure to force her submission.
Back then, she thought Kurama was ruthless, willing to cross any line to achieve his goals.
But after witnessing his clash with Madara and Hashirama, she began to understand.
This was no ordinary man.
He was a force of nature.
The one who ended the threat of Infinite Tsukuyomi.
The man who had saved their world.
Somewhere along the line, admiration crept into her heart.
"What the hell is he fighting now?" she whispered softly.
Her instincts urged her to rush to him, but logic screamed otherwise.
She knew she would only get in the way.
And on the battlefield...
The lava titan and fiery bird summoned by Momoshiki — crafted through his manipulation of nature release — had both been obliterated beneath the sheer might of Kurama's perfect Susanoo.
The relentless battle had drained Momoshiki.
There were no more chakra fruits to absorb, no more kin to devour.
His earlier consumption of Kinshiki had amplified him, but clearly, it wasn't enough.
Momoshiki now felt something alien to him.
Terror.
This was a sensation no member of the exalted Ōtsutsuki clan was meant to know.
The feeling of death closing in.
Of all things, this... from a so-called inferior life form?
The irony was unbearable.
He now understood why Isshiki had failed.
When Kaguya and Isshiki first arrived on this backwater planet, Kaguya had been the weaker of the two.
Her ambush wounded Isshiki, leaving him to possess a monk named Jigen to survive.
But she ate the chakra fruit. Became something far more terrifying.
Yet even she, with all that power, eventually bent the knee to Kurama.
And now, so would he.
Momoshiki's breaths grew ragged. His strength faltered. Desperation crept in.
Standing before him was Kurama, atop his monstrous Susanoo. And next to him... Kaguya.
He was alone.
No one to possess. No escape.
"What's the matter, Momoshiki? This wasn't how you imagined things ending, was it?" Kaguya's lips curled into a smile.
She had become oddly chatty since aligning with Kurama. His influence had reshaped even her cold demeanor.
But Momoshiki didn't back down, even at death's door.
"I am not like the traitors of your blood," he spat.
From above, Kurama chuckled darkly.
"Got any last words, Momoshiki? If not, I'm sure Ishiki and Kinshiki are waiting for you in whatever pit you call the afterlife."
Momoshiki was silent.
Where there's life, there's hope.
The old mantra of his people echoed in his thoughts.
Revenge could wait. He just needed to survive.
Thirty years of plotting if needed. Anything to come back and erase this shame.
Then it appeared.
He activated Yomotsu Hirasaka.
The spatial rift tore open, his final escape route.
"Oh? You still want to run?"
Kurama narrowed his eyes. There was no way in hell he was letting this cockroach flee.
From atop his Susanoo, his gaze turned predatory.
He would cut this weed at its root.
Kurama focused, warping the space around the battlefield.
"Susanoo: Kamui."
Kakashi had once used Kamui to warp Kaguya's dimension.
This... was something far more dreadful.
Kurama used the perfected Susanoo as a conduit to completely twist the surrounding space.
A vortex opened in the sea itself, a spiraling distortion devouring the Yomotsu Hirasaka portal before Momoshiki could step through.
"Impossible..."
The portal collapsed.
The pride of the Ōtsutsuki clan, their sacred escape technique, was now utterly worthless.
Momoshiki shivered.
The chill of death had reached him. It wrapped around his skin like a suffocating shroud.
"No, NO—"
He screamed.
Kurama remained unmoved.
A flick of his fingers.
"Kamui Kirisaku."
Reality split.
The very ocean cleaved apart.
Like a colossal blade slicing through the sea, the Susanoo's attack fractured the planet's crust, dividing the water into pieces.
Momoshiki, mid-scream, vanished.
Not vaporized.
Reduced.
Torn into fragments, minced like raw meat in a grinder of pure spatial destruction.
The sea collapsed in on itself again moments later, restored as if nothing had happened.
Only silence remained.
Kurama, high above it all, clapped his hands twice.
The perfect Susanoo slowly faded into chakra motes, drifting into the wind.
He floated down to the water's surface, his expression unreadable.
"That's it. Momoshiki and Kinshiki... erased," Kaguya whispered, standing beside him.
There was relief in her voice. But also something else.
Anticipation.
Kurama smirked.
"So... how do you plan to reward me for cleaning up your mess, Kaguya?"
Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she looked down.
"Whatever Lord Kurama desires... I'll obey."
She was red all the way to her neck now.
Who would've guessed the fearsome Rabbit Goddess could blush like a maiden in heat?
Far above the planet, hidden among the stars, a ripple moved.
Ōtsutsuki Urashiki opened his eyes, wide with disbelief.
"What... what just happened?
Why did Momoshiki and Kinshiki's chakra signatures vanish?"
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