In the next instant, the gray Thunder Dragon and the Silver Wheel Reincarnation Explosion collided with unimaginable force.
Boom!
The roar that followed shook the entire moon. The impact was so terrifying that it rippled across space itself, and even on Earth, every shinobi and civilian awoke in the night, gazing at the sky in fear.
The moon hung high, casting pale light over the ninja world, but its surface was now aflame with violence. A monstrous wave of power surged outward as Kaito's dark-gray Thunder Dragon clashed with the storm birthed from Toneri's technique. To those watching from below, it seemed as though a dragon of lightning had emerged to fight a cataclysmic force, its roars echoing across the heavens.
Confusion spread among the people of Earth. None could understand what they were seeing. Some trembled. Others could only stare, their hearts pounding as the moon quaked.
On the battlefield itself, cracks split through the void, chaaotic spatial storms leaking out as the Silver Wheel tore reality apart. But the Thunder Dragon held firm. Its massive claws of condensed lightning glowed with murderous light as it slammed into the storm, halting its advance with sheer ferocity.
Toneri's eyes widened, disbelief flashing in his pale gaze.
"It… stopped my Silver Wheel Reincarnation Explosion?!"
Before he could regain composure, space rippled behind him.
Crackle!
Kaito appeared like a phantom, dark-gray lightning wrapped around his fist. Without hesitation, he drove his strike forward with enough force to shake heaven and earth.
Toneri's heart sank. "Not good—!"
He tried to slip into the void, but Kaito's punch seemed to pierce through time itself, landing squarely on his back.
BOOM!
The moon itself trembled. Toneri's body was engulfed in light as he was sent hurtling downward, his form trailing like a burning meteor. Bones cracked audibly under the force, each fracture sending waves of agony through his body.
Worse still, the lightning wasn't just physical—it gnawed at his very soul, searing him from within. Pain spread like ten thousand venomous ants biting in unison. Even for someone of the Six Paths, it was unbearable.
If it had been anyone else, they would have been reduced to ash by a single blow.
Crash!
Toneri slammed into the lunar surface, the impact carving a massive crater that stretched across the land. The moon quaked violently, a jagged crack splitting it as if it were about to be cleaved in two.
Coughing blood, Toneri dragged himself out of the pit. His robes were charred, his once-composed figure reduced to a staggering mess. He glared at Kaito, eyes blazing with killing intent.
"You dare…! You dare shame me like this!"
He hovered weakly, body trembling, but his fury kept him upright. The lightning still lingered on his flesh, gnawing at his spirit, making his limbs twitch uncontrollably. It was humiliating. For someone who wielded the Tenseigan to be reduced to this—unthinkable!
"If I had known, I would have unleashed my full power from the start," he muttered, his voice cold. His pale eyes gleamed with madness. "It is your honor to die beneath my strongest attack!"
He raised his hand to the heavens.
The Truth-Seeking Balls orbiting him shot forward, circling rapidly before bursting with blinding golden light. The illumination flooded the entire starry sky, so bright that even shinobi on Earth saw it clearly.
"A golden line…?" someone whispered below, terror gripping their chest.
It stretched across the moon, as if countless stars had condensed into a blade long enough to cleave worlds apart.
Toneri's voice echoed through the void, filled with unyielding rage.
"Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion!"
The radiant blade descended with apocalyptic might. It sliced through the moon effortlessly, carving from one end to the other. To those watching from Earth, it was as if the moon itself had been split in two.
Gasps and screams erupted across the ninja world. Even the strongest among them felt fear, helpless beneath the sight of celestial destruction.
Toneri exhaled, his chest rising and falling. He had not intended to cut the moon, but the boy's resilience left him no choice. His expression hardened. "No matter. So long as you are dead, it is worth it. I can restore the moon later. I am the last Ōtsutsuki here."
His killing intent faded slightly, replaced by grim satisfaction. "To die under this technique… consider it an honor."
But just as relief began to settle over him, a voice cut through the night.
Faint, calm, yet brimming with mockery.
"This attack… is far from ordinary. If I had taken it head-on, I would have surely died without a trace."
Toneri's pupils shrank in horror. The voice belonged to none other than Ayanami Kaito.